In the cold and spacious silver-white experimental cabin, the remains of severed limbs were shattered on the ground.
The huge room was filled with blood and vaguely fractured biological tissue. The light blue liquid gathered into a piece, like a broken reservoir. There was no trace of the shape of a humanoid creature in this blurry flesh and blood.
The vital signs of the half-octopus test subject have disappeared for a long time. According to this situation, there is probably no possibility of survival.
Everyone thought he was dead, including Professor Xu who was used to seeing wind and rain behind the screen.
There has been no movement on the vital sign monitoring screen for a long time, and it is almost hopeless to save this condition.
Professor Xu moved his eyes from the screen back to the light panel, no longer paying attention to the movements of the experimental cabin, but instead looking at the news reported by his subordinates this afternoon.
The ferocious super creature in the encrypted area destroyed their expensive central control room again, giving him a huge headache.
The super creatures have been very manic recently and have destroyed countless experimental chambers and even killed many experimental subjects and researchers. If this continues, things will get out of control.
Due to the mysterious and strange power of "conscious interference", no one dares to get close there.
Professor Xu rubbed his eyes with a headache and heard a weak female voice through the microphone.
"number 17?"
In the quiet and dead space, no one responded to her call.
They put the keeper in.
In the dead silence of the world, no one would respond to her.
The fragmentation of living things to such an extent is similar to that of planarians among known species on Earth, and not many living things seem to be able to withstand it.
But Tang Rou still shouted, her voice was soft as if she was afraid of scaring the sleeping people here.
"Alfino."
This is the name Tang Rou secretly gave to No. 17. She only called it secretly a few times, but no one knew about it.
Except for the bearer of this name, the half-octopus creature No. 17.
Behind the screen, someone asked in confusion, "What is she talking about?"
The researcher turned up the audio volume, removed excess impurities, and heard her clear and gentle voice.
"Alfino, where are you?"
The man turned around and said, "She's calling 'Alfino'."
The person next to me said, "That sounds like a name."
Someone realized something and laughed, "I actually gave the experimental subject a name. It's really ridiculous."
A simple, ignorant and fearless female breeder.
But amidst the low laughter, someone exclaimed, "The vital signs are back up!"
Professor Xu looked over, and a cold light flashed across the cold lenses.
On the screen, the radio wave indicating signs of life slowly jumped out of a curve.
Signs of life are really picking up!
Their voices were no longer surprised. Some said with slight trembling, "The biological signal spectrum of the experimental subject has changed somewhat..."
.
"Alfino."
The human woman in silver-white uniform continued to shout, as if she wanted to summon something in this dead silence.
That is a memory that only they know.
On the day when the name was chosen, No. 17 looked confused, with that cold and cold face looking at her calmly. However, Tang Rou knew that this was the way this young creature expressed its confusion.
At that time, the little octopus had just hatched and was still a larvae. As Tang Rou thought about the fiberglass day after day, she gradually began to respond to the outside world.
He began to interact with Tang Rou, and looked at this human woman curiously, and then heard her speaking softly in a foreign language that he could not understand, word by word, "Alfino, this is the name I gave you,
Like it?"
He looked at the girl blankly, looking at the cherry red lips that were opening and closing, and his dark green eyes were filled with mist.
This is his owner.
Very gentle and cute.
Seeing that he was puzzled, the owner pointed to her heart, opened her mouth and said clearly and slowly, "Rou, my name is Tang Rou."
The little octopus used its tentacles to open the unlocked hatch cover without knowing anything about it, reached out and looked at her blankly.
"So cute..." the female keeper whispered. The little octopus curled up its tentacles under her longing gaze and tilted its head to look at each other.
The human woman's slender fingers stretched out cautiously, stroked his cold and wet dark green hair, and said in a gentle voice,
"Rou means very soft."
The fingertips traced across his scalp, causing a strange and wonderful shiver.
He heard her say, "This is what softness means."
Softness, this feeling of touch, was his first cognitive development.
As he gradually grew up, he gained the ability to think. When the neurons in his brain became complex to a certain extent, he could understand all her words. The name she could hardly pronounce was like "Tang Rou".
The same is his unique name.
Only she can shout her own name.
After realizing this, No. 17 was very happy. He liked this name, and it was given by the person he loved the most. Just thinking of this made him so happy that he almost died.
Just like that, Tang Rou quietly gave him a name.
"Alfino, wake up..."
A unique name that belongs to him alone.
"Alfino..."
Amidst the soft calls, something moved between the severed limbs and the sticky remains of the tentacles. Under a piece of broken biological tissue, a piece that was as pale as a plaster sculpture and glowed with an imperceptible blue color slowly stretched out.
Colored arms.
The muscles are tight and handsome, like a broken statue of a god, with a breathtaking fragility.
"Alfino, I'm here."
Following the gentle call, the arms struggled to climb up, and the pale and broken young man slowly climbed up from the sea of blood. There was almost no intact skin on his body, and there were scattered scars all over, and the bones were deeply visible.
There was a long crack across his handsome and delicate face, and underneath there was light blue flesh and blood tissue that was healing at an incredible speed.
The embarrassed young man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he stretched out his hand to the person behind the glass plate.
"soft."
He shouted softly, feeling heartbreakingly broken, like a statue of a god being thrown out of a crack.
Obviously, that is a weak temperament that should not belong to such a powerful creature.
Behind the glass is a young owner with moist eyes.
She looked sad and on the verge of tears.
The half-octopus young man was so sad that he couldn't breathe. The sharp, needle-like pain in his chest far exceeded any splitting attack.
"soft."
Did he make her sad? Then he would rather suffer more torture than see her sad.
The owner's hands, which symbolized tenderness, were weakly pressed against the glass plate, and the fingertips were white with blood from the exertion.
"Come here, it's over." Tang Rou's eyes turned slightly red, and she raised the corners of her lips to reveal a smile that was more pitiful than crying.
The young man looked at her, regretful and cherished so much that he couldn't breathe. The pain in his chest was like countless sharp thorns, far more than any splitting attack he had experienced before.