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Chapter 209 Like

The people of the Tower of Babel have made it all the way to this day, and only a few of them are dead, all of them extremely lazy.

Aslan was still pushing the metal cart like an old man, feeding breakfast to the experimental subjects in the cabin and basking in the sun.

Noah was in a formation, which looked very formal in comparison, and was counting the number of people.

The team leader murmured to himself, "Why don't the number of people always match up? There's either one more or one less?"

Professor Ollie arrived belatedly amid the crowd of stars.

A group of people gave her the Noah salute, and when Tang Rou passed by, she heard the other party's cell phone ringing.

The woman raised her wrist and took a look. The impatient look on her face softened a little and she connected.

The voice was not too quiet, and a young male voice came from the other side of the receiver, "Mom, are you still going home during this time?"

Ollie hummed, "You are doing well at home. Mom won't be going home during this time."

Tang Rou was a little surprised, did they really have a child?

It turns out that what she said at that time was not to deceive her husband into doing an experiment?

But the next second, I heard the woman say to the boy on the other end of the phone, "Ask your father to accompany you, and you have to listen to him. Mom will be home soon..."

Tang Rou looked over and saw Professor Olly walking to the RV while making a phone call. The assistant opened the door for her.

The metal cage in the RV was exposed, and behind the glass window was the woman's former husband, now a semi-humanoid experimental subject.

She remarried.

Had a child with someone else.

"Well, okay, when mom comes back, we will go to the park together."

Professor Ollie hung up the phone and ignored the experimental subject in the small transparent window - also her former husband, with sad gray-red eyes, walked straight past and sat deep in the carriage.

Noah said that this was their only successful experiment on living subjects so far, and the subjects listened to Professor Ollie's words very much.

And under her guidance, it turned into a humanoid weapon.

From a music teacher who has never been stained with blood, to now, he is a tool for carrying out tasks that has killed countless people.

Tang Rou didn't understand why he still followed her willingly.

Obviously, Ollie has a new family and has children with others.

Wasn't he sad when he witnessed all this with his own eyes?

Aslan finished his breakfast slowly, then pushed the experimental subject back slowly like an old man walking a bird, muttering, "I asked you not to eat the plastic bag. Is that thing edible? Why don't you want to snatch it away?"

Happy?"

In the glass cabin, the ugly creature sank to the bottom of the water, with its deformed arms pressing against its abdomen.

Like an autistic child who eats bad food and doesn't like to talk.

Passing by the RV, the window suddenly opened, revealing Professor Ollie's shrewd and serious face.

The woman seemed very interested in the experimental object that Aslan was pushing, and asked in surprise, "Can you control it?"

Aslan raised his eyebrows, "When did I control it?"

The woman looked at the experimental cabin she was pushing with a strange expression, "That means it's not aggressive... either."

Her expression changed from surprise to contempt, "It looks like a failure. Why are you, Tower of Babel, wasting materials on a failure? The cost of an escort cabin must be at least one million, right?"

Aslan was unhappy and squinted, "Noah seems to have no position to interfere with the actions of the Tower of Babel. Moreover, it is not a failure. It is No. D-310, and its name is Weiwei. Please respect it."

After saying what he thought of, he shook his head with pity, "I have never controlled it."

Ollie looked at her with a strange look, and closed the window with a swipe.

What kind of lunatics are the people in the Tower of Babel? No wonder they were slaughtered.

Aslan saw Tang Rou, pushed the cart over, and said seriously, "I feel like I understand you a little bit. These creatures are not meant to be controlled. The more you control them, the more dangerous they are. If you don't control them, you still have a chance to get along well with them."

Tang Rou checked the data displayed on the LCD screen of the cabin and said to Aslan, "The concentration of NO3 is too high. Replace one-third with the RO machine or pure water in the compartment. I will help you adjust the salinity in a moment."

"Okay." Aslan pushed the clowns into the car and said movedly, "Rou, you are the last breeder in the team, so nothing will happen to you."

Tang Rou glared at her, "What a crow-mouthed person you are, get in the car quickly."

She is going to the beach to receive Sissos back.

Walking along the path behind the hotel towards the coast, as soon as we reached the coconut grove, we saw Aslan again.

The other party stood in the middle of the path, smiling, as if waiting for her.

"Why are you here?" Tang Rou looked back in confusion. The convoy was no longer visible from this position, "Didn't you go change the water in D310? And why are you walking faster than me?"

Aslan thought for a while and said slowly, "Waiting for you."

His voice was a little hoarse than when we just chatted, and it was very soft.

"What are you waiting for me for?"

Tang Rou passed her and continued walking to the beach.

But belatedly, I discovered that the coconut grove seemed to have grown longer.

The hand hanging by his side was touched.

Tang Rou lowered her head and saw Aslan approaching from behind, making a gesture of wanting to hold hands with her.

She immediately shook it off and frowned, "What are you doing? It's so disgusting."

Aslan also frowned.

"Nasty?"

She thought for a while, as if she didn't understand, and tilted her head and asked, "But you also hold hands with them."

Tang Rou stopped, stood still, and turned around.

His eyes followed the other person's frown, revealing a puzzled face, all the way down, looking all over her body.

After a while, he said sincerely, "It's very similar."

Athelan remained motionless.

Tang Rou asked her, "Can you speak? I always thought you didn't have a vocal system, but come to think of it, you can even imitate a human being perfectly, so it shouldn't be a problem to transform your vocal cords."

After saying that, Tang Rou paused and asked politely, "What should I call you, Aslan... or Mica?"

'Asselan' curled her eyelashes and said, "You discovered it."

Tang Rou nodded and observed it from a not too far away distance, "Well, it is indeed very similar, even the sound is the same."

The way he smiles with his eyes bent is also very similar.

This ability to perfectly copy the characteristics of living creatures made Tang Rou think of something else.

That kind of slimy creature that comes out of the sea and replicates human form by sucking human blood.

It's just that Mica looks much more advanced than those creatures. It can change its shape at will without sucking blood and become the appearance of another person. It can be imitated just by seeing it.

And the slimy creature that replaces humans through blood seems to have a desire to eat human blood.

She had seen Abel suck blood in Noah, and she had also seen them bite humans during the power outage at the Tower of Babel, and they could suck all the blood out of the human body in an instant.

Is there any relationship between mica and that kind of thing that comes out of the sea?

Tang Rou thought about it seriously, and she always felt that in comparison, Mica seemed to be a more advanced and gentler version of the creature.

Suddenly, her hair stood on end.

Recently, she seems to have a desire to eat mermaids.

But it was different. Tang Rou always felt that Narcissus smelled so good that she couldn't help but want to bite him...

Is she going to turn into that kind of creature too?


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