Tang Rou finally dug out a new pair of gloves in the carriage and sneered, "Do you think it's targeting me, or is it targeting humans through me for some reason?"
After saying that, he waved to the jellyfish next to him.
Both of them are little blind and ignorant.
He didn't want to reach out for fear of touching her, so he shook his head at her with his hands behind his back.
Tang Rou sensed his intention and put her gloves on the edge of the bucket.
"Then wear it yourself."
In the bucket, he sucked up the transparent liquid that oozed from his fingers after tearing off the ribbon, and carefully put on his gloves.
Lying on the back of Tang Rou's chair, half of her beautiful face was exposed forward.
The researchers who saw this scene through surveillance invariably held their breath.
What a nice view.
What a perfect human form.
After being stunned for a few seconds, the senior team researcher did not forget to ask Tang Rou through the car stereo, "Ms. Tang, how should we find it?"
"I don't know how to discover it. Maybe you can contact Noah's project researchers for this kind of thing, but..."
Tang Rou paused and said, "Maybe I can provide you with an idea."
"What idea?"
"It will come to me. It probably doesn't want me to come back to land."
Someone touched me lightly on my shoulder.
Tang Rou turned around and her voice softened again, "Have you put it on?"
The young man was shy and timid. He put his forehead against her shoulder and acted cautiously even when he wanted to be clingy.
Makes people feel soft.
Tang Rou leaned forward and stroked the jellyfish's wet hair, just like she once stroked its umbrella cover.
The young man squinted his eyes and enjoyed the owner's touch. His slender and slightly curled eyelashes trembled, and his whole body was filled with pleasure and joy.
"Come."
Tang Rou raised her palms upward, "Let me see."
He obediently placed his hand on her palm.
The gloves fit tightly and stuck to the palms of the hands. There was a layer of water on the outside. I must have rinsed them in a bucket after putting them on.
Tang Rou touched it carefully and found that it was not broken. He had controlled his cnidoma.
Very well behaved.
After confirming that he had put it on, he smiled. The young man shrank back shyly, but did not take his hand away. His fingertips quietly touched her palm.
The atmosphere between the two of them is warm and beautiful.
Until a suggestive cough came from the speakers.
Tang Rou finally remembered that someone was watching them, "Oh, by the way, its essence is a gas that humans cannot understand. Inhaling it may cause coma. Please wear protective gear."
In the monitoring room, a group of researchers in white uniforms looked at the images returned from the on-board recorders, quickly stored them and sent them back to Organization Z.
Tang Rou asked, "Where is the humanoid experimental subject that came with me? Give me his coordinates."
The voice on the speaker was silent for a moment.
"..." She frowned, "I'm not negotiating with you. If you want to cooperate, you must let them all stay by my side."
Someone cleared their throat and spoke slowly.
"That's it, Miss Tang."
"He's a little out of control."
In the control room, two surveillance areas are zoomed in.
One is the on-board real-time video of Tang Rou and Jellyfish, and the other is the isolation room where Tang Rou was once imprisoned.
The tall and slim young man stood in an empty room with his back to the camera.
Behind him, there were shadows, blood, and ferocious and twisted unknown creatures.
The researcher looked at the surveillance camera and said in a deep voice, "Did you know that he controlled multiple experimental subjects who have been declared dead?"
Tang Rou said nothing.
"You know?" The researcher was a little surprised.
do you know?
Tang Rou thought of the snake-tailed creature that sea rabbits fed with blood, and raised her hand to apply it on the half of her face that had mutated and returned to its original state.
His blood probably has more unknown special effects.
He must not be allowed to fall into the hands of these people.
The quiet and well-behaved Yue suddenly raised her head, stretched out her hand, and spider silk-like ribbons spread out from her fingertips.
With a sizzling sound, half of the car stereo melted, and liquid dripped down.
The sound in the stereo also became poorly connected and made an unpleasant hissing sound.
"No, Xiaoyue." Tang Rou hurriedly stopped her, "What are you doing?"
The boy had no expression.
He opened his pair of indigo eyes and looked at her in confusion.
A pure and innocent look.
Tang Rou frowned as she listened to the sound, "Why are you touching it? There are also barbed wire bags, aren't they already controllable?"
The young man lowered his head.
He only knew that the owner was in a bad mood when communicating with this thing.
"Sister Tang...can...see you?"
The sound became intermittent, but luckily I could hear it.
Tang Ruan calmed down and said to the depressed jellyfish boy, "Yue, I'm fine. We still need to use it to find the rabbit."
Only a sizzling sound was heard, and the sound was even more completely damaged.
The last voice was intermittent, "Miss Tang's... that..."
The young man took back his hand with an innocent look and blinked.
"..."
Tang Rou was speechless for a long time.
She fumbled with the autopilot and said helplessly, "I'll just pretend you didn't do it on purpose."
…
In the cold isolation room, the lights flickered frequently due to poor contact, which looked particularly weird.
The originally smooth and clean floor was spattered with dirty blood, mixed with indistinguishable outlines of fleshy tissue.
The deformed researcher is dead.
There are several cages not far away, in which are trapped experimental subjects who have gone through all kinds of dangers to capture them.
There were several unmutated people standing against the wall. One of them was holding a gun, pointing it forward, and his finger on the trigger kept trembling.
Like he's afraid of something.
Tick tock, tick tock...
The blood fell to the ground, looking particularly clear in the empty isolation room.
What stood in front of the fearful researcher was not some savage beast, but a slender figure.
The young man lowered his head and looked at his shoulder. There were blood marks on his originally beautiful shoulder blade.
Different from the color of normal human blood, the blood was a beautiful and strange lavender. Half of his shoulders were penetrated, revealing translucent bones with strange texture.
But in the next second, the flesh tissue grows rapidly and the broken wound heals quickly.
Except for the bullet holes still left on the blood-stained T-shirt, no one would know that a minute ago, artillery fire almost blew off half of his shoulder.
The researcher was crying, with a look of pain on his face.
The young man raised his head expressionlessly and walked towards him step by step.
The researcher stepped back step by step.
Until it hits the wall, there is no way out.
The young man raised his hand to cover the muzzle of the gun that was still emitting residual heat.
Ask softly, "Do you want to shoot me?"
The sweet voice is like wind chimes.
clear.
It is also exciting, as if it is ringing through the ears and into the soul, making people feel uplifted.
"No, I don't want to."
The researcher seemed to be repenting. His hands were so trembling that he couldn't hold the gun. He let go of the gun in despair and covered his face.
kneeling on the ground in pain
It is like a sinful person facing the gods with tears streaming down his face.
"Then what do you do?"
The sound is like a magic spell, falling lightly and weighing a thousand kilograms.
"I...I want to atone for my sins."
"Yes." He said expressionlessly, "You have to atone for your sins from me."
Along with these words, there was a "clang" and the gun fell to the ground.
The researcher was shocked.
As if a prisoner in a desperate situation had found a way to save himself, the color drained from his face, he trembled and stuffed the gun into his mouth.
His fingers trembled as he touched the trigger.
The boy had a smile on his face.
His eyes were cold.
"That's it."
Gunshot.
The whole room reverberated with smoke and firelight.
The researcher's entire skull was blown off, and his body fell limply to the ground.
The young man retracted the smile on his face, with disgust on his face, and kicked the headless body to a cage not far away.
Two blue-grey arms stretched out from between the railings, grabbed the body that was still warm, and used the fingers of the dead researcher to unlock the electronic lock.
"waste."
The young man snorted coldly and walked past without looking back.