After wiping the cockpit carefully, Tang Rou opened the door and asked Aslan to get up.
She went to find the musician named Yu Qing, which was the joint idea of the two of them.
Tang Rou had some problems with her sense of smell, and they discovered that there seemed to be a close connection between the priest in the Central Cathedral and the rabbit-eared musician named Yu Qing. The two of them had similar smells.
The priest has a very special status in this city. It is said that he is one of the only two agents who can communicate directly with God.
The agent of God's will on earth.
Especially the Killing Day, which is what they call the Free Day, is the rule set by this pastor. He said that he was inspired by God, and all the rules he implemented came from God's instructions.
The strange thing is that the survival rate of the city's population really went up after the Killing Day.
The monster incursions are decreasing, the contaminating virus is not attacking the city's water supply, and the tsunami is gradually disappearing.
Is there really a God?
Could it be that killing each other is the path guided by God to the world?
Of course Tang Rou and Atherland didn't believe it.
The so-called concept of God is given by people, especially after they have seen the so-called statue of God in the church.
Tang Rou went to Yu Qing for another reason.
She smelled the smell that sea rabbits always exude on Yu Qing's body.
An aura of despair and self-loathing.
However, Aslan didn't want to ask either of these two questions at the moment.
She sat on the seat next to Tang Rou and hesitated several times, pretending to ask casually.
"Do you think he is a little too clingy to you?"
"Have it?"
Tang Rou unscrewed the water bottle and poured it into her mouth.
Gudu Gudu drank more than half of the bottle before he said slowly, "They are all like this, maybe because they have been with me since they were young and they only know me as a human being."
"It's different, absolutely different."
Aslan said categorically, "The base used to have more than 300 S-class experimental subjects and more than 1,000 A-class subjects, and none of them were close to the breeders."
She said it mildly. In fact, if there were no strict protective measures, those experimental subjects could eat the keepers as snacks.
Therefore, breeders and safety guards are the dangerous jobs with the highest mortality rate in major experimental bases.
As for the scientific researchers at the base calling these alien creatures from the sea cold-blooded creatures, it is not out of discrimination, but rather named based on their temperature-changing characteristics.
These deep-sea creatures all live alone rather than in groups, and have a strong sense of territory, so they are unable to form social bonds or close relationships like humans.
But the ones in Tang Rou's hands were obviously an accident. They were affectionate, clingy, could walk upright, had high intelligence, and could even use language.
Except the territorial awareness is still there.
Each one of them seemed to want to monopolize Tang Rou and make her their own.
The half-drunk water was placed next to the seat. Tang Rou turned on the computer to write in her diary, and the bottle of water was taken away.
Yue sat behind her, pursed her lips, and a soft and gentle dimple appeared on the side of her cheek, concentrating on putting the bottles she had finished drinking together, like an otaku collecting figurines.
Aslan took a breath of air.
That look with his whole heart and eyes full of her...
Impossible, impossible to be the breeder and experimental subject.
This is obviously...
Yue placed the bottle, then carefully stretched out her hand, and explored Tang Rou's belly bit by bit.
While Tang Rou was typing, she freed up a hand, gently pressed the back of his hand, and said helplessly, "Be good, be obedient, and don't make trouble with me."
The pale young man curled up shyly, his whole body became limp, and he leaned against the back of her chair. His snow-white skin was covered with a layer of crystal water, and he looked like a mannequin carved from ice and snow.
melted.
But her hand was still tightly tucked into her palm, and she couldn't bear to take it out.
Tang Rou pulled his hand away.
He pursed his lips, quietly, then tentatively reached back his hand, hooked her fingers and held them in his palm.
Like a child who has found something he loves, he holds on to it gently.
Tang Rou's expression looked the same as usual.
But the young man behind her clearly looked like she couldn't help but love him.
Aslan's heart skipped a beat.
I was frightened by the deep affection in his eyes.
Is love from a poisonous creature lucky or unlucky?
She clearly knew that there was more than one terrifying creature around Tang Rou who loved her so deeply.
No. 17, No. 4, No. 11, and special creatures.
They are all the same, each one's eyes are thicker than the other, and each one's love is deeper than the other.
Each of them is an extremely terrifying existence.
If he really wanted to eat her, this skinny human woman would not even have any bones left.
"...Xiaorou, I want to talk to you. Can we go out and have a few words?"
"Okay, wait a minute, I'm almost finished writing."
Tang Rou swayed on her toes and her slippers fell off.
The quiet young man reached out to pick it up, held her ankle, trembling eyelashes, and carefully and reverently put it on her.
Tang Rou didn't even respond.
It's like a scumbag raising fish.
Yue is the beautiful little valet who works hard and never complains.
Atherland feels that she is a little crazy. Of course she will not think that her sisters are at fault. Even if they are wrong, she will stand by her sisters with open eyes and unprincipled double standards.
But the situation is different now.
She didn't think these horrible creatures were willing to share her.
"Xiaorou, I think..."
"Huh?" Tang Rou turned off the computer, "It's very dark outside, why don't we talk here?"
The jellyfish boy immediately took the computer from her hand and threw it far away.
Snow-white fingers carefully held Tang Rou's free hand in her palm, a small pear dimple appeared at the corner of her lips, and she hugged it happily and intimately.
Tang Rou touched the young man's snow-white hair and said warmly, "He is more powerful than I thought. He can control tens of billions of cnidocytes."
Aslan is creepy.
How powerful is this.
This is horror.
There are tens of billions of cnidocytes, and if you want to control them from ejecting at will, this kind of control is far beyond human cognition.
"Xiaorou, I think there is something wrong with the way you get along with them."
Aslan's voice was very soft, but his expression was rare and serious, "Do you know what you are doing?"
Tang Rou frowned and sat up slightly.
"What's wrong? Why are you so serious all of a sudden?"
"I am not kidding."
Arthur hesitated to speak and stared into her eyes.
"I've been worried about your mental condition. Maybe you should go out and have a relationship, get to know normal people, and have more contact with the world instead of... staying with them every day."
Tang Rou listened quietly.
His eyelashes drooped, covering his dark and moist pupils, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Or don't you feel that you have become withdrawn from others?"
Aslan's eyes were full of pity, "How do you look like a human being now? You look like a cold-blooded animal. Apart from me, there are almost no human beings you are close to."
Tang Rou listened quietly and suddenly asked, "Asselan, are you trying to persuade me to see a psychiatrist again?"
The boy next to her has become hostile to Aslan.
Countless translucent threads vaguely emerged from behind him, climbing up the seats and cockpit.
But she shrank back again under Tang Rou's warning eyes, and she was incredibly obedient.
Aslan said worriedly, "I think if this continues, the consequences may be unbearable for you..."
After all, every one of them is beyond the reach of Tang Rou.
The atmosphere became stagnant.
There was ticking outside the window and it started to rain again.
The fragrance of earth drifted in through the window, making the broken hair on her forehead sway gently.
Tang Rou raised her hand and touched the cheek of the boy next to her. The boy leaned against her palm and rubbed it gently.