After thinking for a moment, she suddenly let go of the anesthetic gun in her hand and raised her hands high.
"I won't hurt you, I'm not armed."
The water surface continued to stir wildly.
"You're injured, right?" She stood on the iron frame from a distance, not planning to go down.
"Don't move. The wound will tear and get worse. You need to calm down."
In fact, she doesn't expect B17 to understand her, but she is used to saying more words based on body language.
This seems to be her unique way.
And, it seems to really work.
The water surface slowly calmed down, and the whirlpool gradually became smaller and disappeared.
Tang Rou saw a fleeting shadow under the water, cold white and dark green intersecting.
It seems...not the same as before.
She squatted on the shelf for a while, silently calculating the distance and dose of medicine in her mind.
"Woo...Woo..."
The quiet laboratory suddenly heard painful whimpering sounds.
Tang Rou was stunned and looked around.
From afar, I saw traces of blood winding on the ground. Blood was flowing all over the ground. Someone was struggling in the testing area, with only two legs exposed.
The weak sound echoed in the huge space, which was a bit scary.
Tang Rou put the anesthesia gun on her back, climbed down the iron frame with dexterous hands and feet, and followed the bloodstains to find it.
He is the leader of the project team. His silver lab coat has been stained red with blood, and blood foam is constantly pouring out of his mouth and nose.
Seeing Tang Rou, his eyes lit up with despair, and he struggled even more fiercely, as if ordering her to come over.
It was in the experimental cabin area, and the glass partition had been broken, which was extremely dangerous.
Although Tang Rou raised No. B17 at that time, she knew how powerful and terrifying the poison of the blue-ringed octopus was. She had feelings for it but did not dare to take it lightly. Moreover, No. 17 at that time just did not attack her and did not show any unusual behavior.
Extraordinary intimacy and trust.
Tang Rou glanced at the quiet tank, and then looked at the person in charge who was lying not far from the open tank, clutching his abdomen with blood in his mouth, struggling desperately.
He tightened his rubber protective clothing and ran over quickly.
As I got closer, I realized that the man was holding a box.
Experimental samples.
Tang Rou took off her gloves, pressed the relatively clean side against the tear in the man's abdomen where blood was flowing, and said warmly, "Hold it, stop the bleeding..."
But in an instant, he saw his eyes suddenly widened in horror.
The next second, something caught her feet and she was hanging upside down. The ground was getting further and further away from her sight. The anesthetic gun slipped from her body. She reached out to pull it, but only pulled off the anesthesia syringe.
The originally calm water surface surged again.
Tang Rou looked at the seriously injured man on the ground with horror, and then looked at the bloodstains snaking from the distance. Indeed, he looked like a bait, the bait that attracted her here.
And she was the prey that was lured into the cage by bait.
Tang Rou was hoisted top-heavy to the top of the four- to five-meter-high tank. She looked up with difficulty and could only see an extremely beautiful and strange dark green, which was richer than before.
Until now, she has not seen where the main body of No. b17 is.
What frightened her even more was that the tentacles wrapped around her ankles didn't seem to be enough. The horny pieces that popped out suddenly cut through the thick rubber shoe covers as easily as tearing a few pieces of paper.
Tang Rou's mind went blank for a moment.
Blue-ringed octopuses are highly venomous, and the mutants are even more so.
One milliliter of toxin No. b17 is enough to kill three adult men instantly, and there is no antidote. Once poisoned, the only way to save life is to wait for death or to lose limbs instantly.
When B17 was a cub, Tang Rou often quietly opened the hatch cover, interacted with the unvenomed baby octopus, and secretly named it Alphinaud.
But when it entered the poison-growing stage, it was ordered not to be touched, and Tang Rou never touched it again.
Even gradually, we are no longer close to each other.
So now, Tang Rou didn't dare to move and stared at her legs.
There is no blackening, no swelling and pus, no discoloration, no pain, no broken skin, and no blood.
It seems it doesn't intend to harm her.
The dark green tentacles gathered up the horny thorns and slid gently on her calf, like a thick translucent python.
It's like soft yet tough jelly.
The suction cups under the tentacles were even gently sucking her skin, which was sticky and a little strangely numb.
Not like...attack.
More like, test.
Tang Rou was hung even higher, hanging in the middle of the tank, with her hair almost hanging upside down into the water.
Seemingly feeling something, she turned back and her mind went blank for a moment.
He came face to face with a handsome face that he had never seen before and was definitely not possible for human beings.
The skin is cold white, moist and flawless, and the eyes are like emeralds falling into the abyss, coated with a shockingly magnificent dark color.
His muscle lines were extremely clear and beautiful, even the sculptures of Greek gods sculpted by famous artists were not as good as him. He was just the right amount of handsome, because not even an inch of hair was uncovered, exposing a shy part that made her panic and avoid looking at her.
He has no expression, no warmth, no emotion.
Emerging from the water, it looks like an evil god sleeping in the ocean and being accidentally awakened.
Those abyss-like dark green eyes stared at her closely, their eyes locked on her, like staring at the prey that they had coveted for a long time.
The tentacles wrapped around her tighter, almost holding half of her body, and pressed against her skin greedily, seeming to really enjoy this kind of skin-to-skin contact.
This was also the first time he had contact with Tang Rou without any isolation measures after ending his cub stage.
There was a "crash" sound.
He let go and Tang Rou fell straight into the water.
She was caught off guard and swallowed a large mouthful of brackish artificial seawater. Her scalp was numb and she was wondering if the water was poisonous and if the amount of poison would kill her. A pair of hands reached out from behind and passed through both sides of her arms.
Lifted her out of the water.
The cold face close at hand looked at her very carefully, and his jewel-like eyes reflected her wet and embarrassed figure.
Tang Rou felt cold all over, as if she was frozen.
It...no, he.
He wants to eat her.
Tang Rou has this intuition.
Under the water, something cold and smooth wrapped around her legs, exploring upwards inch by inch, almost swallowing her up.
Tang Rou trembled uncontrollably. In her hand, she still held the syringe torn from the anesthesia gun. If necessary...
While she was thinking wildly, there was a heavy weight on her shoulder, and the handsome and cold young man leaned on her shoulder and passed out.
Tang Rou was stunned, raised her hand to support his shoulder, swam to the side, and grabbed the edge of the cylinder with force.
Cold tentacles wrapped around one of her legs and waist, and they did not let go even when she was unconscious. Her plump and beautiful forehead pressed against her collarbone, and her heavy body almost crushed her.
Tang Rou pulled out the anesthetic needle and plunged it into his skin. Just as she was about to inject the liquid under his skin, she suddenly saw his eyes.
Those dark green eyes were looking at her quietly.
He is awake.
That……
There were no jaws or horny thorns in those tentacles, they just wrapped her gently, and even after she inserted the needle into her body, she still did not attack or resist.
He had no offensive intent.
It seemed that he was simply expressing his closeness to Tang Rou.
But he doesn’t understand the rules of human society, doesn’t understand social standards, and can’t express his delicate face.
So it scared her.
So, is she going to inject anesthetic into the alien creature that expresses closeness to her?
Tang Rou hesitated.
She knew that removing the needle at this time would be extremely risky and might even directly lead to her death.
The anesthetic in her hand was the only thing that could potentially save her.
But does she really want to kill this hard-won closeness?
Perhaps this is the first friendly contact between humans and alien creatures.
It is also unprecedented.
Tang Rou only took two seconds to weigh the pros and cons, quickly pulled out the needle, and pressed the eye of his needle.
"Hello."
She took a deep breath and smiled.
"It's nice to see you in human form. My name is Tang Rou, remember? I'm your breeder."
She wanted to take a gamble.
…
She did succeed in her bet.
The blue-ring mutant that evolved into a semi-human form for the first time that day was in pain all over the body and was shaking all the time, like a poor stray dog that had been soaked in the rain all night.
His tentacles wrapped around Tang Rou and were unwilling to let go. His face without any warmth was pressed against her collarbone, rubbing it gently and affectionately.
Tang Rou gently massaged his body with her hands over and over again. The smooth and broad back and the beautiful and tight muscles on his arms stretched his body back and forth along the contours of the bones and tendons, easing the growth of his new body inch by inch.
of pain.
It wasn't until he stopped shaking and leaned against her neck that he didn't know whether he fell asleep or passed out.
She succeeded in the game.
However, it seems a little too successful.
Tang Rou felt her lips being pressed again, and the sting caused by excessive friction made her hiss and pull away from the memory.