Tang Rou upgraded her authority card, and when she came out of the control island, she inevitably passed through the infected area.
Behind the glass wall were painful humanoid creatures. They saw hope in this woman who looked intolerable and asked her for help, but Tang Rou could do nothing.
There are also many products of failed synthesis in the base. They are whimpering and whining in pain. Half of their faces are human and the other half are ugly and weird unknown creatures.
Many of them were researchers at this experimental base. For one reason or another, they became part of the experiment.
In the afternoon, another batch of prisoners were sent to the experimental base.
Crying and roaring echoed throughout Area A.
The sea rabbit boy grabbed hold of Tang Rao's clothes. The timid boy was frightened by the movement and trembled all over. He leaned his delicate body close to her and hid it under her skirt.
"Don't be afraid." She touched the sea rabbit's head and comforted her gently, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
This beautiful young man with red eyes was full of panic. He pressed against her palm and opened and closed his thin red lips, but he could not utter a complete sentence.
"soft……"
His voice was soft and trembling, and he put his head against her hand, rubbing it gently, "Touch... don't, go."
Begging softly and stickyly, like being coquettish.
Feeling weak for a moment, Tang Rou could only sit down and comfort the frightened man.
Those sounds were the painful cries of prisoners in the early stages of reform. The pain of physical splitting and tearing was stronger than any kind of punishment, making them wish they could die.
Unfortunately, these pains are just the beginning. In the future, they will experience unimaginable torture one by one. This is a brand-new punishment model that allows death row inmates to contribute to science at the end of their lives.
Half of the sea rabbit's body floated out of the tank, its slender and slender arms circled her legs lovingly, and its white and soft cheeks gently pressed against her knees, making her white work clothes wet.
Where she couldn't see, the boy's red eyes were filled with light satisfaction and happiness.
What a huge indulgence.
This belongs to him, the owner.
"Are No. 11 scared?" Tang Rou asked softly.
"Afraid..." The sea rabbit boy's fine eyelashes trembled under her gentle touch, and the skin of his cheeks turned a fine pink.
The words between his lips and teeth were sticky and slurred, with a hint of embarrassment.
Behind the steel-carbon-pressed glass next door, the gloomy and handsome young man Banzhang looked at this scene with heavy eyes, his deep face expressionless.
Unlike sea rabbits, he was never allowed to climb out of the tank because of his dangerous aggressive nature, and therefore he was never that close to his breeder.
He was named No. 17. His structure was similar to a half-human, half-cephalopod soft-bodied creature. He was another experimental subject that Tang Rou was responsible for raising.
If she looked back at this moment, she would see a strong and terrifying storm in the eyes of this young man who had always been quiet and obedient in front of her.
Aslan always said that Tang Rou had a kind of affinity.
It is rare for an experimental subject to develop feelings for a researcher. After all, it is such a cruel and painful experiment, especially since the animals in this area are all cold-blooded marine animals.
They live alone, are withdrawn, and have no emotions. They are highly dangerous.
However, in the first few tests, the advanced intelligence entities that Tang Rou was responsible for raising showed great attachment and trust to her, which astonished all the bioengineers.
For example, this sea rabbit boy is not aggressive, but every inch of tissue and blood in his body can be used as a healing medicine. Another example is the tentacled young man who looks gloomy and is as beautiful as a pale sculpture sinking to the bottom of the sea.
And the huge translucent jellyfish, Blue Bottle Variant No. 4.
Experimental subjects are not allowed to have names, this is a rule.
With a name, feelings will inevitably arise, and excess feelings and sympathy are the most meaningless ties for the staff of the experimental base.
Tang Rou once secretly named the first experimental subject she raised. As a result, she cried for many days after the first phase of the experimental subject's splitting experiment failed.
From then on, she only called their numbers.
"See you tomorrow."
After finishing her work, Tang Rou changed out of her work clothes and waved goodbye to the reluctant eyes of the experimental subjects.
The sea rabbit whimpered and looked at her with two red eyes, as if he was about to cry.
"Do you want to go...? No, sleep... here?" Jerky words came out intermittently from his mouth. His slender arms reached out of the water tank and tried to grab the corner of her clothes, but failed.
No. 17 also looked at her silently, raising his hand to touch the cold glass plate, quiet and nostalgic.
This life-or-death farewell happened almost every day. In Tang Rou's eyes, it was like a child in a kindergarten crying and not wanting to be separated from his parents.
They were like the most demanding supervisors in this base, and they wished that Tang Rou would die suddenly as soon as she stayed at her post 24 hours a day.
Tang Rou had long been immune to their sensational farewells and found them funny.
After leaving the door, I passed by a vast deep blue water area like an undersea tunnel.
A beautiful and ethereal translucent creature floated on the top of the tunnel, a jellyfish so huge that it could cover the sky and the sun.
Its soft ribbons were like jelly, smooth and delicate, expanding and contracting, and several tentacles floated in Tang Rou's direction, tracing her shape on the glass plate.
People are always beguiled by beautiful creatures, thinking that they look transparent and harmless, but in fact their toxins can kill people instantly.
This is the most venomous and terrifying jellyfish in the known world.
"I'm leaving." She waved to the jellyfish, "Good night, No. 4."
The soft tentacles brushed against the glass plate, seeming to be responding to her words.
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After getting rid of her fatigue, Tang Rou stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the apartment, lowering her head and looking down.
The turbulent sea level engulfed the edge of the land with eager eyes, and it poured down like the sky was torn apart.
The serviced apartments in the experimental base have 278 floors, which was an astonishing number a hundred years ago. The 162nd floor where she lives was once the tallest building in the world, but now it is just an average number.
Only 10% of the land area is left, and there are no longer any continents. People of all races and language systems live together. The land is the last "Tower of Babel" for mankind.
The Tower of Babel is a tall tower leading to heaven built by human beings in the Bible to prevent flooding from destroying the earth.
This planet experienced changes decades ago.
The area covered by seawater is increasing, and the territory belonging to humans is getting smaller and smaller. More than 90% of the world has become the ocean. The continuous heavy rain does not seem to obey the law of conservation of matter. The ice caps melt, the snowfields melt, and with it
What comes are viruses, mutations, and all kinds of strange evolutions.
And, unknown and terrifying alien creatures.
The "Tower of Babel" biological experimental base came into being.