"This is what they are wondering about, and the only abnormal ones are the experimental subjects in the Tower of Babel, so they are still under investigation, but this kind of creature... to be honest, how much do humans know about it?"
Tang Rou calmed down.
Indeed, they study it, control it, and raise it, but they never understand it.
Are humans a species that stands at the top of the food chain and look down upon the world, or are they defective products that will be eliminated by the cruel laws of nature?
"There seems to be new movement in the sea recently. They are monitoring it and will probably have results this afternoon."
While talking, they came to the place where No. 17 was detained.
Tang Rou unlocked a new map. This was another place she had never set foot on before, and it looked particularly forbidding and terrifying.
The tall metal tower-shaped building reminded her of a doomsday survivor's home with a sense of religious ritual. In the back-shaped corridor were heavy metal doors one after another, heavy and hard, and there were several security guards on each floor.
The officers were heavily armed and guarded.
Every time you pass through a door, Tang Rou's identity must be rechecked.
She looked at Aslan with doubtful eyes and silently asked what exactly No. 17 had done. Aslan only said, "You should ask him."
After waiting, he added, "But he might not admit it."
Layer after layer, endless like a matryoshka doll.
The stairs kept going down, and Tang Rou judged the location to be on the third underground floor.
When I walked to the very end, I saw a huge glass plate with a metal space as big as a football field inside.
A small shadow is vaguely visible against the innermost wall, and its status cannot be clearly seen.
Tang Rou asked, "Is there a door? Let me in."
The heavily armed security guard seemed uneasy, and Aslan supported him, "She is Tang Rou, the gold medal breeder in S District. Haven't you heard of her?"
Seeing their indifferent expressions, she pointed at No. 17 inside, "The things you are guarding so tightly are all kept in her office, and they are crawling all over the house without even adding a chain!"
Tang Rou, "..."
What is this description?
Asselan stood next to Tang Rou and said, "You must know that this thing only listens to her words. If you don't let him in, don't you know what the consequences will be when he recovers? Can you take responsibility?"
Of course, the security officer would not listen to Aslan's words. They reported to the superiors, and the other party fed back instructions to them in the miniature earphones. The security officer then manipulated the button to open the heavy door.
"You can go in."
Aslan took a step back and said, "I won't stop you from reminiscing."
Tang Rou walked in.
They did not provide water to No. 17 and the floor was a little dry.
She frowned and walked towards the experimental subject that looked extremely small in the huge space.
Before meeting him, Tang Rou had thought that maybe No. 17 had done something terrible to cause him to be imprisoned in such a sealed underground cage.
But the moment she saw No. 17, all the thoughts in her mind disappeared.
The young man's hair was wet and he was curled up on the cold floor.
Weakness, spasm.
He looked so fragile that he had an exquisite and inhuman face that was so white that it was transparent. Wherever he looked, his body was covered with wounds, and his broken tentacles didn't even have time to grow back, and they shrank pitifully.
There were large and small cracks on the originally flawless skin, some of which were oozing blue blood, and some of which had healed.
Tang Rou's breathing was stagnant.
He opened his eyes, and his dark green eyes like ink looked towards her, his eyelashes trembling slightly. There was no universal joy, anger, sorrow or joy on his face, so there was no sense of pain.
But the breathy voice made people mistakenly think that he would faint in the next second.
"soft."
Just the sound of her breath squeezed Tang Rou's heart, making her feel sour.
"What's going on?" She squatted in front of No. 17 and raised her hand to push away the wet dark green hair from his forehead.
That handsome, god-like face was revealed, and soft translucent tentacles wrapped around Tang Rou's wrist.
The young man seemed to be unconscious several times, but he held her hand and struggled to move his body in her direction. He was almost fainting, but he looked at her unblinkingly, as if Tang Rou was his last source of light, completely
Depend on and adore her.
Tang Rou checked his condition and asked distressedly, "What's going on? Someone hurt you?"
No. 17 didn't say anything, or he was too tired to lift his arm. He took off Tang Rou's arm with his tentacles, and just lay quietly in her arms.
Then he closed his eyes.
Like a deeply injured cub, he returns to a home where he feels safe.
Aslan touched him quietly, not wanting to break the warmth, but couldn't help but say, "You can comfort yourself as appropriate. Other experimental subjects are more seriously injured. You can't help others at this time..."
Tang Rou was heartbroken, "It doesn't matter how badly they were injured, but why did they hurt the little octopus?"
"No, you call him a little octopus?" The corner of Aslan's mouth twitched, "Yesterday, the base conducted an investigation and called the surveillance cameras, and found that they were indeed attacking your little octopus collectively, but your little octopus also..."
Tang Rou was startled and couldn't help but raise her voice, "They attacked No. 17 together?!"
"..." Aslan said quietly, "I think you should listen to what I have to say first."
The translucent tentacles quietly climbed up Tang Rou's neck, gently and possessively turning her face towards him.
Tang Rou's mood gave him a sense of satisfaction at being cared for. The owner was obviously angry, but he understood the meaning of her words. She was angry that others had hurt him.
What an intoxicating happiness this is.
The young man opened his eyes and looked at her. His face was clearly expressionless, but it gave people the illusion that she was a clingy puppy.
"Look at me……"
He said angrily.
But the strength of the tentacle's pressure on Tang Rou made her wonder if the octopus was deliberately pretending to be weak.
You must know that these advanced intelligent creatures are also first-rate in pretending to be innocent.
Aslan twitched again and said behind Tang Rou, "He...your little octopus does seem to be injured now, but you must know that there are more than thirty experimental subjects because of his serious injuries, and there are more than a dozen more
Experimental subjects died and entered a state of stress. Currently, there are probably more than a hundred experimental subjects who have suffered minor or severe injuries because of him."
Tang Rou's focus was a little off track, "So yesterday there were hundreds of experimental questions attacking him?"
The tentacles on her neck tightened, and she felt the wet hair sticking to her neck, and the young man's forehead was touching her collarbone.
Tang Rou stretched out her hand to push her away, and he wrapped his fingers around hers and pressed her against her again happily.
"That's right...wait a minute!" Atherland was speechless, "You should ask why he can harm so many experimental subjects alone? Now the Tower of Babel has classified him as a particularly dangerous object.