Tang Rou's taste in food is completely different from how she feels to others.
She has always respected but not accepted the light food.
Facing the tasteless biscuits and water in her hands, she looked as seriously as if she were facing an obscure math problem and couldn't take a bite for a long time.
Alphinaud frowned and curled up next to her, watching in his eyes and anxious in his heart.
So he demeaned himself, stopped being cold, and tried to talk to the only human he knew besides Tang Rou.
Aslan was exhausted and was falling asleep when he heard a deep voice from behind and shivered deeply.
Awake.
After figuring out the problem with this giant Buddha, she wanted to passionately insult her plastic sister for 300 words.
"How long have you been picky about food?" After she finished speaking, she looked into the young man's green eyes and changed her words from kindness to kindness, "You are indeed Rou. You can stick to the quality of life even if the mountain collapses. You are a role model for us!"
Alphinaud did not understand, but nodded.
"Does she want to eat chili?"
Aslan added,
"Oh, maybe you also want to eat fried food, such as fried chicken, cola, crispy lamb chops..."
"Your owner likes to eat unhealthy junk... I'm sorry, she likes brightly colored and spicy food."
"Chili?" The young man's voice sounded slightly confused.
Aslan explained patiently, "They are red and green fruits that grow out of the ground. You should have seen them when she was eating."
Alphinaud exclaimed.
I remembered it and saw it.
I just saw him outside.
All the data returned by the team's researchers came to nothing, and an intense discussion was taking place.
"The base hasn't responded to any messages since yesterday. Isn't it really gone?"
"When we left, the tower-shaped building was blown up, and there was blood behind the wall. I saw many low-level experimental subjects that I had never seen before going crazy inside."
"Did the coalition blow it up? Otherwise, who could have moved the Tower of Babel? It was the Tower of Babel!"
Tang Rou found an empty room amidst the discussion and walked in carrying a sleeping bag.
There was a layer of dust on the four-piece set on the bed. Fortunately, she bought a sleeping bag in the rest area before. Tang Rou cleaned the floor, sprayed some disinfectant and sterilizing spray, rolled up the sleeping bag and got ready to sleep.
But as soon as he closed his eyes peacefully, Alphinaud came back.
She sat up with her hair disheveled and looked at the other person extending her hand as if offering a treasure. Her eyes were bright and she looked at her expectantly.
He poured something onto her sleeping bag.
Tang Rou lowered her head curiously——
I saw a pile of bright-looking mushrooms that he had worked tirelessly to collect, with "I can't eat" written all over them.
Alphinaud carefully observed her reaction and pushed the mushroom into her arms.
There was a hint of shyness and a hint of happiness in his eyes.
Tang Rou was silent.
She resignedly took out a few pieces of paper, carefully wrapped the colorful poisonous mushrooms in the middle, then walked to the window, swung her arms vigorously, and threw them like a shot put.
Alphinaud was anxious, "Rou, those are for you to eat!"
Tang Rou smiled, "Thank you, but no need."
There was a mournful death.
"Stop running around, I want to rest."
Tang Rou sat back on the sleeping bag, her eyelids heavy.
But as soon as he lay down, he saw the young man quietly moved to the window and stretched out a tentacle, which seemed to have the tendency to extend indefinitely.
He searched for the scent in the air, but was pulled back from behind.
Tang Rou said fiercely, "I'm warning you not to pick those things back up!"
"..." The young man's eyes were full of hurt.
When Tang Rou first took over Experimental Subject A-17, she thought he was very cold, distant, and indifferent.
Even a little afraid of him.
Only later did she realize that that was perhaps the biggest misunderstanding in her life.
Tang Rou shut Alphinaud out of the door with a face full of injuries, and fell into a deep sleep as he scratched the door lightly in a panic.
The dark green tentacles slowly spread out like a pool of liquid, extending from the gaps to wrap around the entire door handle.
After cutting off the sound, remove the door lock.
The young man opened the door and silently came to the sleeping bag, staring at the frowning and sleeping owner.
Fell into sorrow.
In his heart, Tang Rou seemed to have become a disobedient, picky eater.
It broke his heart.
This incident diverted all his attention, making him forget that he had lost a large number of tentacles while surrounding the tower-shaped building of the Tower of Babel, as well as the lacerations on his back that had not healed for a long time.
When Tang Rou woke up, it was dark.
She didn't sleep well and her neck was a little sore.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the door was open a crack, the lock fell on the floor, and there was no one in the room.
Alphinaud is gone? Have you hurt his feelings?
She crawled out of her sleeping bag and thought silently that she couldn't be entirely blamed for this. Those mushrooms were really inedible at first sight.
The hotel was quiet, with faint snores coming from some rooms, probably because the colleagues were sleeping.
Aslan lived in the room next to hers and was talking in her sleep when she passed by. Tang Rou vaguely heard her name and smiled.
She is really my best friend, I always think of her in my dreams.
Then some more insults were heard, along with her name appearing repeatedly.
Tang Rou suppressed her smile and walked over expressionlessly.
He is really her good friend, and he never forgets to scold her even in his dreams.
But when we got downstairs, we couldn't find the tentacled young man.
Tang Rou called out softly, "Alfino?"
No one responded to her.
She tried to walk around the hall and called again, "Alfino?"
Still no one responded to her, but there were some distinctive rustling sounds in the darkness.
It was very faint. Tang Rou paused and changed direction following the subtle sound.
At the end of the corridor is a utility room. Due to the power outage, Alphinaud also ran out of power, so he could only vaguely judge things through the moonlight.
Tang Rou's hand fell on her waist, touched the laser gun she got from the dead security officer, and put her finger on the trigger.
There was a stale smell coming from the empty grocery room. Tang Rou searched for it vigilantly, her eyes falling to the floor following the faint sound.
I saw a small, light blue octopus swinging its slender tentacles.
"..."
Tang Rou tentatively called out, "Alfino?"
The little octopus happily shook its tentacles at her and crawled towards her with its slender legs.
Tang Rou let go of the laser gun and couldn't help but cover her mouth.
She squatted down, staring at the soft and mini octopus on the floor with bright eyes, and stretched out a finger to poke it.
"Why have you become smaller?" Tang Rou's voice trembled, "And your color has changed??"
The light blue little octopus was staggered here and there, like a bean sprout that had been ravaged by the storm.
...this heavy love.
It struggled to stabilize its body, hugged her with two slender tentacles, and gently sucked her skin with its suction cups.
The owner was looking down at it with his lips pursed, his expression as calm as ever.
It was rubbed around and felt very weak.
It doesn't know that a tsunami has set off in the owner's mind.
Tang Rou pinched its little head and gently pulled it twice with its soft tentacles. It felt very good.
Alphinaud turns into a real little octopus.
The light blue translucent tentacles and jelly-like texture are definitely not the appearance of an octopus in the traditional sense. They are as clear and crystal clear as a handicraft.
The roar echoed in her mind.
Tang Rou: Help, why are you so cute!
Tang Rou: This is impossible, this cannot be my octopus!
She lowered her hand, and the slender limbs of the little octopus climbed up along her fingers. They were cold, soft and smooth, rubbed against her palm, and then wrapped around her wrist.
It looks like an extra weird bracelet.
Tang Rou took a deep breath again.
Help... why is it so cute!
She pursed her lips and held the little octopus in her hand tightly, fearing that he might accidentally bump it and get hurt.
But he couldn't help but rub his fingers on its head, rubbing it until it was dying, and its whole body became bluer and weaker.
There is nothing better than this, as soft as if there were no bones.
Tang Rou felt that it was so fragile, pure and unpretentious.