Tang Rou followed the girl, watching her stop and go, sniffing something in the air, and finally came to a storage room used to place discarded items.
At the deepest point, she pointed to one of the dusty cabinets and looked at Tang Rou quietly.
Tang Rou squatted down in front of the cabinet and found a small fingerprint on the dust.
"is it here?"
The girl couldn't understand what she was saying.
Tang Rou cautiously opened the cabinet door, her pupils suddenly narrowed.
There was a little boy curled up in the cabinet, no longer breathing.
Sea Squirt didn't understand what was happening. She squatted down with Tang Rou and looked at her with her moist and clear eyes.
Tang Rou was silent for a moment and shook her head.
Ascidia still didn't understand what she meant, so she raised her hand again, as if to show Tang Rou something.
She saw that the girl's little finger was wrapped with a band-aid that had long been out of use.
The rubber is turned out, deformed by soaking in water, and has cartoon patterns on it. It is the most affordable children's band-aid in the pharmacy.
The sea squirt shook her little finger at her, then looked at the dead boy in the seat in the cabinet.
Although there was no common language between them, Tang Rou seemed to understand a little bit at this moment.
"Did he put this on you?"
That Band-Aid is a human thing and something that children can use.
Tang Rou said, "This child is very good to you, right?"
The sea squirt looked at her quietly and tilted his head.
"But he is asleep now." Even though she knew that the other party might not understand, Tang Rou still put her palms together against her cheeks, pretending to be sleeping.
The girl's eyes moved from her face to the little boy in the cabinet, looking at him quietly, as if she had realized something in a daze.
Tang Rou lowered her eyes.
This was a human boy with a series of numbers printed on his wrist. Tang Rou had vaguely heard of human experiments, and a special machine would be used to mark his body with indelible steel stamps for experimental classification.
This boy probably ran away from the experimental area where human experiments were conducted and has been hiding here.
But the environment here is closed, the oxygen is thin, and there is no food and water source, so...
When he came back on the 17th, he seemed very irritable, and Sea Squirt stepped aside so that he could reach Tang Rou smoothly.
He calmed down his anger and showed Tang Rou his two broken tentacles.
"Are you hurt?" Tang Rou touched him.
No. 17 whispered, "I'll cut it off."
Then he said, "Rou, he, is dirty."
It's very dirty.
Tang Rou touched the two healed tentacles and said, "Sorry, it's my fault."
No. 17 shook his head and curled up next to her obediently.
Seeing the owner pointing to the cabinet, "Do you know where he came from?"
His dark green eyes were blank for a moment, and he said, "Down there, Rou, do you want to go?"
Then he felt a little distressed and said, "It's very dirty over there."
It wasn't until she arrived further down, in the underground world that she had never set foot in, that Tang Rou realized what the dirty word in No. 17 meant.
She and the young man sat on the metal frame of the ceiling, looking down at this underground space that was so huge that it was impossible to even see the end of it.
Looking at the rows of translucent cabins that looked like pigeon cages, looking at all kinds of terrifying experimental instruments, countless glass rooms, and researchers walking around holding tablet records.
It turns out that people can be like animals, forced to huddle up and locked up in a slaughterhouse.
Tang Rou's expression remained calm. She sat on No. 17's tentacles and watched everything coldly.
No. 17 did not realize that the owner's world was quietly collapsing.
There are many young children in these cages, and most of them have lost their "human" form and turned into weird creatures with no visible shape.
In an era of population explosion, the consortium will occasionally release information recruiting experimental volunteers for conducting experiments on living humans.
This kind of voluntary recruitment is often accompanied by high remuneration, so there will always be people who treat it as a business.
Or maybe the consortium’s original intention is to do business.
The words "f-13" were spray-printed on the shelf in the row nearest to her, and Tang Rou remembered that the injection Xiao Ning was injected with said "f-77."
Within the field of vision, there are rows of areas enclosed by tall walls, each with a word starting with f, from f-01 to f-100.
There are countless people in every area.
The scale of this experiment is far beyond imagination.
The Maracana football stadium a hundred years ago could accommodate 205,000 people at the same time. What about this endless underground space in front of us?
However, according to the official records of the Tower of Babel, there were less than 1,500 volunteers used for human experiments.
The absurd scene in front of me was like a cry for help. The thick snowfield could no longer withstand the pull of gravity, and an avalanche was suddenly triggered by a cry.
Tang Rou's faith collapsed inch by inch, as if her marrow had been sucked away, and her inner personality slowly died.
She didn't do anything because those people didn't hurt her.
But she did everything she could. She told No. 17 to open the hatches of all visible experimental cabins in this underground world.
When the rules are lost, only the victim has the right to kill the abuser. She just provides them with a relatively fair stage.
In fact, Tang Rou is also a little curious. In a fair and open environment, can these researchers still control their lives like before, turning their hands into rain and clouds?
The answer is obviously no.
Compared with these experimental subjects with special abilities, human physical strength is simply vulnerable.
Tang Rou was sitting on the sofa high up. This was where senior professors would sit when watching experiments.
A strange creature approached her, sniffed the air, and then turned away.
Humans observe a person and rely on vision to judge whether the other person is friendly based on the person's expression and image.
These creatures rely on their special senses to determine whether they are harmed or not. They do not harbor any ill intentions, and they will not actively harm each other.
Tang Rou lowered her eyes and saw that most of the people had been torn into ugly shapes.
Of course, there were many survivors. These people stood in a pool of blood in horror, seemingly unaware of what was happening.
Those who could not restrain themselves from venting their malice on the experimental subjects, or those who never treated the experimental subjects as living beings, became indescribable.
The one who was able to maintain kind thoughts was looking at each other with Tang Rou in horror.
She called softly, "Alfino."
The young man immediately retracted his tentacles and returned to Tang Rou, looking at her quietly.
They are going to the next place.
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Today it's Jiang Youning's turn to be on duty again.
She was sitting at her workstation, applying nail polish with an annoyed look on her face. Going to work always makes people feel bad.
Five fingers were painted with refreshing colors suitable for summer. Jiang Youning raised her hand to admire it, but suddenly someone covered her mouth and nose from behind.
The next second, his eyes rolled up, and a feeling of dizziness suddenly came to his mind.
"I'm sorry, but this won't hurt your body."
A gentle and polite female voice sounded in her ears. If she hadn't heard it on this occasion, she would have felt that the other person was very kind.
Tang Rou placed the unconscious Jiang Youning lying on the table, and thoughtfully placed a pillow under her head to prevent her neck from hurting when she woke up.
After saying "Sorry" again, she turned and walked towards Xiao Ning's office.
Tang Rou looked down, pinched the young man's finger and pushed it into the lock. With a "click", the lock in the door broke.
The cans in her office that couldn't be opened were all opened with his fingers.
The horny spines of these sea creatures are much easier to use than a knife.