The merman was carefully put on a metal stretcher by several people. His head was slightly tilted to one side, and his blond hair was hanging down. Tang Rou saw a certain security officer reaching out his hand, reverently picking up the silky hair and placing it on his pale head.
The graceful body was then covered with an airtight glass cover.
Tang Rou frowned and asked, "Isn't this going to suffocate you?"
The security officer didn't answer her, and fastened layers of safety locks on the edge of the glass cover.
Behind the glass, the mermaid closed her eyes, unaware of everything, like a beautiful puppet.
Tang Rou asked the security officer, "Whose experimental subject is this mermaid?"
The man's expression was very calm, "I'm not sure. The only instruction we received is to take him away now."
They were very contradictory. On the one hand, they treated him carefully and meticulously, but on the other hand, they deliberately described him as insignificant.
Tang Rou asked again, "Then is he an S-level experimental subject?"
The man couldn't explain clearly.
"Then where are you taking him?"
The security officer had a miniature earphone hanging on his ear, and someone seemed to be saying something to him. He told Tang Rou expressionlessly, "Take him to treatment."
After finishing speaking, he added, "This is out of humanitarian concern and has nothing to do with his identity or rank."
What's the meaning?
Doesn’t this mermaid even have a breeder and a laboratory? Isn’t this treatment too bad?
She asked some more questions, but the other person was doing Tai Chi and didn't answer anything.
I don't know if I ask three questions.
He was finally carried away, like a beautiful but long-dead immortal flower covered under sealed glass. The moment the stretcher passed the corner, Tang Rou felt a sense of weightlessness without warning.
Some kind of sixth sense made her think that letting these people take the mermaid away would be a wrong decision, but she didn't know where this weird feeling came from.
She even recalled the look in the mermaid's eyes before she fell into coma, that deep gaze, which gave Tang Rou the illusion that the other person had known her for a long time.
She couldn't help but walked out, but the group disappeared into the corridor.
After the mermaid was taken away, No. 4 returned to normal.
Someone came in and cleaned up the mess in the house, taking away the horrible carcass of the sea slug.
The logistics department came over to take a look, brought a microcomputer to record what needed to be repurchased, and finally came to the conclusion that the entire laboratory needed to be renovated.
No. 4 floated outside the glass from beginning to end, like a giant suspended frost flower. The translucent streamers lightly touched the glass plate, attracting admiration from several staff members.
"It's so beautiful!"
"It looks very gentle. I have never seen such a friendly experimental subject!"
"I heard that it is highly poisonous and is the most poisonous creature in the Tower of Babel, but it looks so docile!"
The jellyfish waited patiently for its owner to look at him, but Tang Rou felt that he was very disobedient.
But seeing him floating outside the window all the time, I couldn't bear to see him.
Finally, she sighed and touched the glass plate with her fingers. Number 4's streamer immediately rolled over in a flattering manner, wrapping around her hand and making circles on the glass, as if she had done something bad and couldn't help but please her in order to be forgiven.
children.
The people next to him looked amazed, as if they had seen some miracle.
What else can I do? After all, I raised him by myself.
Maybe the child has reached the rebellious stage.
Soon after, the medical team took Tang Rou to the treatment room. She was scanned in the roller of the spiral detector, and blood was drawn and filmed for testing. When she came out, she was hugged by the Aslan bear that rushed towards her.
"Rou! I'm scared to death!"
Tang Rou felt like she was going to be frightened to death when she yelled like this.
Aslan patted her shoulder hard, pulled her away, and touched her face to check, "Are you okay? Are you missing any arms or legs?"
Tang Rou shook her head and said she was fine.
On the other hand, Atherland is not so good.
There was gauze on his forehead, several band-aids on his face, and his arm was in a cast and half hanging on the other shoulder. He looked extremely pitiful.
Tang Rou couldn't help but ask, "Did you go to the battlefield to dig mines?"
"It's more terrifying than digging landmines, with a narrow escape from death."
The two people walked out of the treatment room, and someone informed Tang Rou to pick up her test subject, saying that it was isolated in a closed area.
Atherlan said to Tang Rou, "The Tower of Babel suffered a lot of losses this time. Nearly half of the experimental subjects that spent huge sums of money to maintain in Area S died, and the laboratory was also destroyed."
Tang Rou was surprised, "Why do so many people die?"
Aslan thought for a while and said, "These experimental subjects are not social animals. They cannot tolerate each other and will fight when they meet." After saying that, he looked Tang Rou up and down with a complicated expression, "And your number 17 is here.
It takes a huge amount of credit.”
"……What's the meaning?"
"They adjusted the surveillance. Wherever the surveillance can take pictures, your No. 17 is very ferocious. Forget it. He killed it on his own... I won't say it anymore. You'd better discover it yourself. If he knew it, he would think I was there."
If you sow discord, you might want to retaliate against me like crazy."
"It's okay, No. 17 is not that stingy."
Arthur's mouth twitched as he looked at it, "Don't you know what your experimental subject looks like? What's the difference between staring at you every day and a wolf staring at meat? If I dare to touch you, he will bite me to death."
Tang Rou was amused by her.
Leaving the medical area, I found many people wearing unfamiliar uniforms.
The senior administrators of the Tower of Babel were entertaining them. These long-sleeved base officials always talked nonsense to others and acted condescendingly to their own employees. They were overly attentive to these people.
"who are they?"
"Babel invited him from another base. He seems to be named Noah."
Tang Rou had heard about it, and it was a very famous biological base on the kelp belt close to the Tower of Babel.
"Why did they come?"
"The losses in Area S were extremely heavy this time. Almost the entire laboratory was destroyed. In addition..." Aslan said in a subtle tone, "Nearly half of the experimental subjects died, which may be a fatal blow to the Tower of Babel.
"
Tang Rou always felt that her words contained some deep meaning.
"Due to my severe loss of vitality, I invited help from the nearby experimental base."
"Do you know why they got out of control?"
"It seems that it was because of the sonar experiment. Have you heard about the seller?"
"Seller?"
"Some people were found in the sea some time ago. They claimed that they came from decades ago. The ships they were on were all people who had reported shipwrecks and were in distress. The DNA of those people was also the same as that of those who had died.
Various experimental bases are jointly investigating. In order to know if there is anything else in the sea, they have released sonar with special frequencies."
"As a result, the experimental subjects became particularly violent in the past few days. I wonder if they were affected by those sonar."
Tang Rou had a question, "If it's because of sonar, why are only the creatures in area S out of control, while the creatures in area abcd haven't heard anything unusual?"