Tang Rou's defense of her shortcomings is unreasonable.
"It's too much. No. 17 is the victim, but now he is classified as a dangerous person?"
"...Because he is really dangerous." Aslan said weakly.
Tang Rou sneered, "Look at him, how dangerous is he?"
The young man played the role of a weak and charming concubine in her arms at the right time, pulling her neck to aggrieve her, and curling up his tentacles that were born to kill, showing a somewhat pitiful look.
Tang Rou was the furious tyrant, pulling his tentacles and asking, "If those experimental subjects don't attack him, will he take the initiative to hurt others?"
I don’t know if it’s intentional or not, it’s so soft.
The young man drooped his eyelids and looked weak.
"Okay, okay, your little octopus is the most innocent and pitiable."
What else can be said?
Athelan felt physically and mentally exhausted.
Although No. 17 harmed more than a hundred precious experimental subjects in the base this time, it also allowed the base to re-rate him. Such a powerful and advanced intelligent creature that obeys the instructions of its master will undoubtedly become the trump card of the Tower of Babel.
Even though it seems that one-third of the special-level creatures have been lost, there are existences that are more dangerous and powerful than those. This is not a loss, but an unexpected joy.
Tang Rou was lost in thought.
The collective loss of control of the experimental subjects in Area S can be explained by sonar experiments, but attacking No. 17 together is a bit unbelievable.
These marine creatures are not social animals. They are very independent, indifferent, and do not care about things other than themselves. Killing is an instinct engraved in their genes.
Instinct does not allow them to deliberately attack only one target, so there must be something different about No. 17 that led to him being targeted collectively.
This was one of her guesses, and another guess was that these creatures were encouraged by some unknown force, and that force controlled them to attack No. 17.
If this speculation is reasonable, it is terrible.
Because this means that some kind of powerful force beyond human understanding is hostile to No. 17.
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Leaving this strict metal cage was much easier than Tang Rou expected. She got feedback as soon as she applied, and then the door opened.
Someone even asked thoughtfully, "Do you need an escort vehicle?"
Tang Rou glanced at No. 17, who said she didn't want to enter a closed place, so she politely declined.
It sounds a bit unreasonable to have an S-class experimental subject not locked up in an escort vehicle, but no one stopped him.
From the moment No. 17 left the metal prison, everyone in the building seemed to have been cleared out in advance, with only a team of security officers armed with heavy weapons following behind.
After leaving the tower-shaped building, Tang Rou was guided to the temporary laboratory from the underground secret passage - after all, she couldn't be led across the S-area in such a swagger.
When they came out of the secret passage, they happened to meet several security officers from Noah's base. They saw Tang Rou holding the hand of a young man who looked like a special creature and just opened the door and walked out without any protection. They all raised their weapons.
Then they saw the security officer who followed them out of the secret passage. His expression was very shocked, as if he had seen a new world.
Are there any experimental subjects left free in the Tower of Babel base?
Tang Rou didn't know that her behavior triggered a tsunami in the hearts of the security officers near the base, and brought the little octopus to the temporary laboratory.
Overall it's quite clean and bright.
"The previous laboratory was severely damaged and it will take several days to repair it." Tang Rou poured culture medium into the water tank No. 17 and moved it with her hands, "That's enough. You can live here first."
The little octopus suddenly showed an uneasy expression again and looked at Tang Rou, feeling a little guilty.
He probably thought that he had destroyed Tang Rou's laboratory.
Tang Rou touched the tentacles hanging out of him again, "I don't blame you, it was invaded by a strange experimental subject."
Aslan, "Don't help me, you stupid king!"
After a while, someone knocked on the door and said they wanted to take No. 17 for inspection.
They wanted to take him to the medical center, but Octopus was unwilling to let Tang Rou go. There was no other way, so Tang Rou could only enter the treatment room with him, but she had to wear heavy protective clothing.
No. 17 held her hand through thick gloves, like a poor puppy that couldn't live without its owner.
Fragile, painful, with half-closed eyelids.
Like being mentally tortured.
Under the pale skin, light blue blood vessels were faintly visible. The wound had healed, but he still looked a little melancholy.
Experimental subjects are all tested by machines, and no medical staff dares to get close to them.
But it will also be slower.
Tang Rou waited boredly, and was asked by the engineer on the intercom to bring out a tube of his blood, and a blood drawing tool was delivered through the small hatch.
She took it and carefully wiped and disinfected No. 17's wrist with an alcohol cotton pad. Then she pushed the air out of the needle and said to No. 17, "I'm going to stab it in. It may hurt a little, please bear with it."
The other party looked at her expressionlessly, but in fact her movements were gentle and cooperative.
The pain of the needle drawing blood is almost unnoticeable to him. The pain of each splitting experiment is the real pain, and the sensitivity of pain to creatures like them is very low.
The needle is specially made and can pierce the tough skin of the test subject with just a little force.
Inexplicably, I thought of that mermaid.
I don't know how he is doing, or whether his tail is better.
Tang Rou moved very gently, holding the needle with two fingers, and put a tube of light blue blood into the tray.
The moment the needle was pulled out, the eye of the needle had healed quickly. Tang Rou pressed a piece of sterile cotton on it and said, "Hold it."
The young man obediently pressed the needle that no longer existed.
His dark green eyes were always open, looking at her eagerly.
Tang Rou couldn't help but stretched out her hand to cover his eyelids, "Go to sleep, don't open your eyes."
Octopus was quiet for a while, and when Tang Rou raised her hand, he opened his eyes again and looked straight over.
Tang Rou found it funny, "The scan will take a long time, why don't you take a break?"
The other party blinked slightly, and his voice was a little confused, "Rou...can you call me my name?"
"..."
There are several therapists sitting outside the door, and this examination room probably also has radio facilities.
But she couldn't bear the other person staring at her eagerly.
After all, he is the child he raised with his own hands.
Tang Rou leaned forward slightly and said with a smile, "Alfino, can you take a rest?"
The soft tentacles rolled over again, and she gently patted them away, "Don't move, we're scanning."
The injured little octopus was very dependent on Tang Rou. He didn't want to lie down in the testing cabin and wanted to crawl out. Tang Rou pushed him back and his expression became serious. The other party was finally willing to be honest.
Looking at him, I suddenly thought of another mermaid who was also seriously injured.
No. 17 can get proper treatment, but what about him?