Aslan and Tang Rou made an appointment to leave from the nearby south gate to go shopping in the mall, and waited in boredom.
Finally, when Tang Rou arrived late, Aslan rushed over and grabbed her arm and headed straight to the parking lot.
Chatting while walking, "There was an ugly thing just looking at me and following me."
Tang Rou took a look at the dirty and chaotic underwater world and said, "Most of the experimental subjects in Area D were transformed by living people."
"Fuck, I have to say that those people are really cruel."
Aslan couldn't help but curse.
"Yes." Tang Rou got into the car and set up the autopilot, "Most of them are criminals, and some... I don't know, some criminals were deliberately brought in."
The underwater tunnel in Area D was at least 500 meters long. The experimental subject followed Aslan for 500 meters, carefully peeking at her.
Tang Rou still had the energy to joke with her, "Maybe I have a crush on you."
Aslan curled his hair with his fingers and hummed, "Yes, I'm so beautiful."
When we drove out of the experimental base, we discovered that it was raining again.
"It's raining again. I haven't seen the sun for a long time."
The car windows were whitened by the rain, and the vision was blurred.
Tang Rou sighed, "It's raining too hard."
"The refrigerator is empty. I have to go shopping. I will buy a skirt soon. I must win a good man tomorrow night."
Aslan said while writing and drawing on the shopping list.
Hundreds of kilometers away at the Hotdam Virus Research Center, Yamada, dressed in a green and black uniform, was staring at the screen.
He is waiting for a result.
On the sea surface of the screen is a super crane ship with a lifting capacity of up to 20,000 tons, which can salvage sunken ships of tens of thousands of tons.
However, after searching for a long time, no sunken ship was found. The underwater search team reported that they had recovered the body, which was severely corroded.
An hour later, a report came from the sea that a total of forty skeletons had been recovered, but no trace of the ship was found.
Yamada suddenly asked, "How many people were in the mercenary formation that lost contact last time?"
The assistant said, "Forty."
Yamada paused and stretched out his hand to support the table. No one in the huge control room spoke.
At one o'clock in the morning, the inspection center sent a report, and the results above were shocking.
Whether it is the remains or the protective clothing and weapons corroded by the sea, they all show that they have been immersed on the seabed for at least a hundred years.
But the serial numbers of those weapons clearly showed that they belonged to the mercenaries sent by Hotdam to board the ghost ship not long ago.
Sure enough, after skeletal mitochondrial DNA testing, the skeletons that had been silent for hundreds of years were determined to be consistent with the DNA of the mercenaries sent into the ghost ship last week.
No one knows what happened to them before they died.
No one knows why they went back a hundred years ago.
Hundreds of years of seawater erosion have destroyed the evidence left on them. Time has erased all possibilities, labeled them unknown, and laughed at human beings' ignorance and overestimation.
Yamada fell into a chair and was speechless for a long time.
His palms were already wet with cold sweat, and a lingering chill ran down his spine.
In a coastal town two hundred kilometers away from Hotdam, dots of dark figures appeared on the endless coastline, like crabs coming ashore in search of oxygen after high tide at night.
Densely packed, shoulder to shoulder.
There were traces of water dragging under their feet, and the thick black liquid on their bodies slowly evaporated as they landed ashore, turning into clean and ordinary normal people.
Step by step, we walked towards the brightly lit city.
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When she came to the office the next day, Tang Rou brought No. 17 a beautiful female octopus that she had carefully selected and bought after taking Aslan around the exotic pet store last night.
With a question-marked expression on his face, No. 17 put it into his water tank.
Then she gave him a mysterious smile, raised her hand to turn on the projection, checked the octopus unit on the screen, and played the animal world.
In order to create a better viewing experience, Tang Rou even thoughtfully turned off the lights.
"Come on, let it be dark enough. I can't see anything. You should have more contact with it and communicate more with it."
number 17,"……?"
The documentary begins.
The narrator's deep and rich baritone voice said, "The way octopuses mate is very different from that of common mammals. The reproductive organs of male octopuses do not exist independently. There are eight parts in them.
One of the arms has an elongated tip at the front..."
Along with the scene on the screen of two octopuses beginning to harmonize their lives, Tang Rou's expression was serious and serious, and she nodded from time to time, making it look like she was conducting an academic research.
As a qualified breeder, she must guide her experimental subjects correctly.
The child is still young and not sensible.
Tang Rou set an example, her eyes were as wide as copper bells, not missing any detail, sometimes smacking her lips and sometimes admiring, feeling the magic of nature.
She looked at the animal world seriously, and the young man also stared at her seriously.
His gaze was like a moist and sticky snake letter, licking every inch of her profile illuminated by the dim light.
The handsome half-octopus young man looked at her slender neck, her hair loosely pulled behind her ears, and her finely curled eyelashes, with burning and pious eyes.
If Tang Rou looked back at this moment, she would see those dark green eyes filled with shocking love.
It's a pity that she didn't. She was immersed in the animal world and appreciated the magic of marine species.
Tang Rou watched with great interest and did not miss any knowledge point. When the scene changed to two overlapping octopuses, she stopped her focused eyes and couldn't help but start thinking wildly.
This should be regarded as watching a pornographic film for No. 17, right?
Will he look at the blood and have some indescribable reaction?
Tang Rou's mind was filled with yellow waste, and with some indescribable mood, she quietly looked at No. 17.
As a result, when I turned around, I found that the young man was not looking at the animal world. Instead, he was looking at her intently like a sculpture in the dark.
His eyes are obsessed and wet, like fine spider threads, entangling people inch by inch.
The translucent tentacles in the dark quietly climbed up her skirt, gently sucked and kissed her with a suction cup, and rubbed her affectionately.
Tang Rou choked up, "Why are you looking at me? Why don't you study hard!"
The young man tilted his head innocently, showing a "...?" expression.
She had to admit that Tang Rou felt that she was so cute by him.
She raised her hand and pinched his face, slightly deforming that beautiful face, "Don't look at me like that!"
No. 17 blinked and let her pinch him without any resistance.
It can even be described as obedient. Anything Tang Rou does to him will make him happy.
It happened that the rich baritone narration of the animal world came into my ears, "Octopus mating also requires physical contact between the male and the female. Therefore, every time it is time to reproduce, the male octopus will..."
Tang Rou felt her head was buzzing and she quickly let go.
What's wrong with the little octopus? What's wrong is Tang Rou, who has a sallow face and a mind filled with sentimental waste.
He simply wants to reproduce.
How could a baby octopus be astringent?
In an animal world, two people have their own hidden agendas.