Tang Rou didn't say anything. She pushed herself hard and jumped out of the glass cabin unsteadily.
Only then did No. 17 realize that he was wrong. The way the owner left made him feel frightened. He immediately wanted to follow her out of the tank, but Tang Rou pointed at her nose and said coldly,
"go back."
The octopus paused immediately.
He called out, "Rou." But he didn't get any response.
He carefully extended his tentacles and followed her, but he heard the owner's cold voice that was different from usual,
"Don't come near me."
Rou is really angry.
The young man saw water stains dripping down the corners of her clothes, and soon gathered into a puddle on the ground.
She must be very cold, so she held her arms and took off her wet coat.
The clothes inside were very thin, so she took out a blanket from the cabinet, wrapped it around her body, and sat on the sofa.
From beginning to end, I never glanced at him.
Tang Rou raised her hand and looked at the time, and realized that the meeting would continue in two or three hours. At this time, it was too late to go back to the apartment to change her hair, so she simply started to wipe her hair, turned on the warm air to the maximum, and tried to dry it directly.
A small shadow of tentacles appeared next to the feet.
While Tang Rou was wiping her skirt, she watched the tentacle hovering near her calf, carefully curling up the tip of its tail.
I can only imagine how aggrieved its owner would look at this moment.
She helplessly smoothed back her wet hair and tried to calm herself down.
Be a considerate parent who is good at communicating with rebellious children.
"No. 17, do you know what you did was wrong?"
The young man raised his head and his eyes slowly lit up.
He stared at Tang Rou blankly, pursed his lips, as if he wanted to get closer but didn't dare, "Yeah."
He looks like a downtrodden prince with a melancholy temperament, but he doesn't seem to feel that he is wrong.
If you dare to do it next time if you know you are wrong, Tang Rou has already seen through his trick of pretending to be obedient.
She thought for a while, took out a candy from her bag, peeled off the candy wrapper and walked up to him, "Open your mouth."
No. 17 was still dazed, but his body moved faster than his thoughts, and his thin lips were already opened.
Tang Rou stuffed the candy into his mouth.
Her tenderness made him feel wronged, "Rou, are you... angry?"
As soon as Tang Rou came closer, the young man's tentacles became restless again, trying to hook her waist, and the sweet taste melted in his mouth.
His dark green eyes narrowed, looking happy again.
Tang Rou retreated far away just before the tentacles wrapped around her. Seeing that No. 17 was about to crawl out after her, she said,
"Stop or I'll be angry like before."
No. 17 did stop, but judging from the innocent expression on his face, he didn't seem to understand why.
Tang Rou said, "You know, I live on land. If I am immersed in water for a long time, I will feel uncomfortable."
"I'll catch a cold, have a fever, get sick."
Every time he said a word, he became stiffer. If the blue-blooded creature hadn't been too pale, I might have been able to see his blood fade away.
"and……"
Tang Rou raised her arm,
"I'm not as strong as you, so you can hurt me easily, right No. 17?"
The young man immediately shook his head and said eagerly, "I won't hurt Rou."
"But you just hurt me."
Tang Rou raised her arm and showed him that there was a red spot under her wrist where she accidentally hit the glass wall due to the fall.
"Look, although you don't mean it, if you try to control me regardless of my wishes, you will hurt me."
Those dark green eyes indeed showed a look of regret.
He looked at the red mark dejectedly, slid into the water, his wet hair hung down to cover his eyes, and he grasped his tentacles at a loss.
Tang Rou pointed at herself and said warmly,
"If I don't want to do something, please respect my wishes, okay on the 17th?"
The young man looked at her wrapped in a blanket, her whole body wet, and could no longer do anything except nod.
"Be good." She finally smiled, "Thank you for your understanding."
Octopus nodded, "Be good..."
He was very remorseful.
Did he break her heart?
After Tang Rou wiped herself to a minimum, she changed into a clean wrap and lay down on the table to rest.
She knew that No. 17 was looking at her, begging for mercy, half lying stiffly in the glass cabin, which was an absolutely humble gesture of admitting her mistake.
In fact, it would be easy for him to pull Tang Rou away with his strength, but he wouldn't. Even if he acted so enthusiastically just now, he would never really hurt her.
He won't hurt her, he just wants to draw her into his world.
He even wants her to eat him.
Tang Rou lay down on her desk and slept for a while. The time jumped to 8:30, and she brought a petri dish and a few packs of candies that sea rabbits liked to go over to see him.
I haven't seen him for a long time and I don't know how he is doing lately.
No. 17 watched her back silently as she left. He wanted to call her but didn't dare to speak.
With his eyes downcast, he looked like a poor puppy that had been put into a cardboard box and abandoned in the street.
Why didn't she turn around and say goodbye to him?
…
Compared to the chaos in area S, everything in area a is normal.
We have not experienced large-scale experimental subject riots, and it is safe and stable.
Returning to the door of her old office, Tang Rou suddenly felt a little homesick.
She raised her hand and knocked on the door, anticipating what No. 11 would look like now.
How is he doing lately? Has he listened well to his new breeder?
Tang Rou had already tried her best to apply for a transfer order from the higher authorities, but the riots some time ago had entered a state of consolidation, and the application had not been approved.
The boy she hadn't seen for a long time would probably complain, act coquettishly, or even cry when he saw her. Thinking of this, Tang Rou couldn't help but smile and felt a little headache.
That one is also a clingy little guy, much more noisy than No. 17.
But after waiting for a long time, no one opened the door.
Tang Rou knocked on the door again and waited.
As a result, she knocked the door open a crack, Tang Rou raised her hand, and the door opened with a push.
"Excuse me, is there anyone?"
There was no one in the huge office.
Where have people gone?
Tang Rou walked suspiciously to the culture cabin No. 11 and found that the water had just been changed and there was a series of wet footprints on the ground that continued to the bookshelf at the inner door, where the footprints disappeared.
Have you done an experiment?
Tang Rou raised her hand and looked at the time. It was already close to nine o'clock. She would have to go back to area S to continue the meeting later, so she could only put the bag of candy next to the cultivation cabin on No. 11, hoping that he would see it when he came back.
She left in a hurry and didn't notice any changes in the structure of the old office.
If she could look carefully, she would find a dark gap under the bookshelf. It was a secret underground passage that she had not noticed yet.
Under the entire base of the Tower of Babel, such deep and long tunnels are intertwined and intricately woven into a huge network, connecting secret laboratories one after another. Most of these are used for secret experiments and emergency escapes.
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Under one of the secret passages, a long-abandoned laboratory was dimly lit.
The young man was held down by his shoulders and pressed against the cold metal wall.