Further ahead is the red light district, full of messy and dirty sounds, even the air is filled with filthy smell, crowded with people, mixed with shouts and groans.
In a dark area that loses order, there is a live auction market. It is not surprising that there is a world of playthings.
Tang Rou was not interested in this kind of world. She was in a non-governmental area and she didn't have much time to criticize.
But when he turned around, he saw a pair of malicious eyes behind the surging crowd.
Just one glance sent chills all over her body.
It was an unfamiliar face, very ordinary, but his eyes were full of malice, like a black hole that swallowed up all light.
I don't know if it was because she had been dealing with those alien creatures for so long that Tang Rou could tell intuitively that the other party was not a human being.
The other group of people passed by in a flash and disappeared.
As brief as an illusion.
Tang Rou stopped, stopped being curious, and immediately turned around and went back.
Because she knew it was coming.
A strange creature that can transform into any shape and has inexplicable ill will towards her, Noah's super experimental subject.
It's mica.
After returning to the dilapidated shed, the boy behaved strangely.
He backed away with his hands behind his back, not letting Tang Rou get close to him, and sat down outside the shed as he lay dying. His slender arms and legs curled up together, and his eyes "looked" at the moss-covered barrel from time to time.
My whole body was soaked, it was definitely not sweating.
Of course Tang Rou would not let him drink water from that wooden bucket.
She found a cheap tavern nearby, cleaned the plastic bottle and filled it with water.
When I left, I couldn't help myself. I mixed myself a glass of gin and vanilla gin, and left the pearl brooch I wore for unlocking the door.
When he came back, the boy had already shown very typical symptoms of dehydration, but unlike normal humans, his body seemed to have shrunk.
The boy who originally looked about 1.9 meters tall now looks like 1.6 meters tall and has turned into the appearance of a boy.
Of course Tang Rou knew that the boy was an inhuman creature with poison on his body. He shrank in size after dehydration and kept leaking water, which gave her a bold guess.
The underground night market is in a perpetual night state, with artificial lights always on regardless of day or night.
The young man's face, as white as a jade carving, was filled with luster, which was water, or perhaps, sea water.
Tang Rou knelt down in front of him and handed him the water.
The young man was still resisting her approach, raising his head and stretching his neck into a nice long line. Tang Rou put the water on the ground and stepped back, "You drink it yourself, I won't touch you."
His indigo eyes flashed, revealing a delicate and eerie shimmer. He stretched out his hand to touch the bottle on the ground, but was stuck at this step and frowned.
Can't seem to get the water bottle off the floor.
This is too weak!
Although she complained, the inexplicable familiarity in Tang Rou's heart was even deeper.
She picked up the water bottle from the ground and put it to his mouth. The boy quickly retracted his hand because of her sudden approach, but now he didn't even have the ability to resist her approach, and he couldn't even move back and dodge.
Tang Rou said softly, "Don't move, I won't touch you."
Then he gently pressed the mouth of the bottle to his lips and said, "Open your mouth."
The young man looked at her blankly, his eyes unfocused.
Tang Rou didn't know if he could feel what she meant, so she opened her mouth wide and gestured to him, "Ah."
The young man also slowly opened his mouth.
It seemed... that he could feel her even without looking at her.
Tang Rou was thoughtful and carefully poured water into his mouth.
The boy was startled, then his desire for water overcame his reason and he began to swallow along with her movements, his thin and beautiful Adam's apple sliding up and down.
I have to say that even Tang Rou, who is not obsessed with beauty, found this scene particularly beautiful and appetizing.
The water droplets that she couldn't swallow slid down her pale cheeks and accumulated on her collarbone. Tang Rou was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised her hand and slowed down.
Gradually, he looked better.
The body stretches at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hands and feet become slender.
After feeding her with water, Tang Rou looked at the boy who was slowly regaining some of his vitality and felt that the incredible speculation in her mind became clearer and clearer.
The empty plastic bottle was thrown on the ground. The young man reached out his hand, carefully picked it up and held it in his arms. His lips pursed quietly, bringing out two shallow pear dimples on his cheeks.
Tang Rou lowered her voice, "I feel like I know you."
The young man raised his head.
Tang Rou squatted on one knee, feeling a bit condescending in front of him, but her eyes seemed to be crushed by the wind, causing weak ripples, "Have we known each other for a long time?"
The young man thought hard about her words, and his reaction was slow.
Because she rarely talked to him before, and he couldn't speak either.
He can only rely on feeling, feeling her emotions, feeling her meaning, relying on the so-called subtle empathy.
Most of it is speculation.
Just like now.
The young man looked at her blankly, a little confused and a little anxious. He frowned and thought hard.
"Are you the one I've known for the longest time..."
Tang Rou had some difficulty breathing. Looking at his appearance, she gently stopped talking and said, "It doesn't matter. I can find the answer myself. You don't have to answer."
He couldn't make a sound, Tang Rou didn't want to see him anxious.
She hopes he is, and she hopes he isn't.
Because from the Tower of Babel to here, it spans nearly a thousand kilometers.
She once raised one creature for nearly four years.
More than 98% of the materials in its body are made of water. It is afraid of light and heat. It is very picky about the environment and temperature. It relies on water, cold or heat, or even an imbalance of salinity, which will cause injury to the creature and even risk melting.
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It is very quiet, does not fight or fight, has low desires, has a strong sense of satisfaction, and does not fight or fight.
Unable to see, hear, or speak, I float alone in the quiet world behind the glass wall, like a cloud scattered in the water.
Therefore, she forgot about him.
She couldn't imagine how that weak sea creature traveled such a long distance to come to her.
What's more, I don't want him to walk this road alone.
Tang Rou raised her hand and approached his head. The boy shrank back, a trace of sadness mixed with resistance appeared in his indigo eyes.
"Sorry." She took back her hand and stood up.
The boy has not yet recovered and is still unable to stand up. He is holding the plastic bottle as carefully as he is holding a gift.
Tang Rou took a deep breath and said warmly, "You live here, I'll go next door."
As soon as she took a step, the boy started to struggle. Even though he had no strength, he acted as if he wanted to follow her.
It seemed that wherever Tang Rou went, he would definitely follow her.
Tang Rou couldn't help but say, "Sit down."
I don't know whether he didn't understand or was pretending to be stupid, but he still tried to stand up.
Tang Rou directly threatened, "If you don't obey, I will grab your hand and poison myself to death."
He understood this sentence immediately and did not dare to move.
Tang Rou narrowed her eyes and looked at him for a while, then said softly, "I'm in the shed next to you. You can see me at any time, so just rest here."
Tomorrow she would think of a way to throw him into the water and take a dip.
I remember that before I came here, I seemed to have seen the pool at the auction, but it was too dangerous there. As expected, the first priority was to get out of this underground city first.
The young man looked at her back blankly, and suddenly his eyelashes trembled twice, feeling that the water flow in his body was much faster.
He raised his hand to hold the plastic bottle, buried his face between his legs, and half-closed his eyes to digest his shy emotions alone.
Grip, grip...
Can't, but really want to.
Tang Rou walked out of the tent with a smile, but stopped when she touched the figure in front of her.
She saw a face exactly like her own, standing outside under the artificial light, looking at her.
They are exactly the same, even the clothes on her body are the same as what she is wearing now.
The other person also smiled, and that face looked like a mirror to his own.
The corners of Tang Rou's mouth froze and became cold.
It's mica.
Those eyes that were the same as his own were full of undisguised malice.
Or maybe he didn't know what malice was, it was just aimed at Tang Rou and he simply wanted to get rid of her.
"I didn't expect that there is another one beside you."
There is still one.
Tang Rou didn't look back and stood in front of the tent, "You've been following me. What do you want?"
It smiled and said with her face, "I want you to leave them, I want you to disappear."