Chapter 6 Who Said Cold-Blooded Creatures Can't Camouflage?
When she woke up on the 17th, Tang Rou was sitting next to a glass dish applying medicine to his broken tentacle. She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him open his eyes.
"You're awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"
The woman's voice was gentle, like a feather brushing across her ears.
On the glass behind her, a sea rabbit with red eyes lay on the edge of the water tank and stared at her closely, his eyes full of mist.
The young man tried to attract Tang Rou's attention, and his delicate white porcelain arms reached out of the water and stretched towards her, but Tang Rou's eyes were entirely focused on No. 17, and she ignored the sea rabbit behind her.
On the 17th, my heart was filled with great joy and happiness.
It turns out that pain can get her focus.
very nice.
The half-octopus young man raised his upper body, put his handsome face against her hand, and carefully sucked her clothes with his moist and newborn tentacles. He couldn't help but bite the suction cup, sighing with satisfaction.
The dependence and intimacy that comes from a cold-blooded animal that feels cold to the touch.
Tang Rou pushed aside the wet hair from his forehead, revealing that beautiful and inhuman face. In the confused eyes of the other person, she said, "Open your mouth."
No. 17 opened his mouth obediently, revealing the sharp and poisonous underturned jaws in his lip cavity.
Tang Rou fed him a candy.
"Okay." She raised her hand, closed his jaw, and asked, "How is it?"
The young man didn't know how to smile, and there was no emotion or joy on his face. He leaned against Tang Rou's retracted hand and uttered a single syllable without warmth in his mouth, "Sweet."
like.
He felt her body temperature, and there was a strange burning sensation in his chest.
This was what she usually did to comfort her, feeding her a compressed carbohydrate called sugar. Even though she couldn't taste the taste, the young man still felt the sweetness that flowed into his cold blood.
Sea Hare stretched out his hands even harder, with a slightly twisted look of jealousy on his beautiful face, biting his lower lip, looking at the young man with anger in his eyes.
If Tang Rou looked back at this moment, she would see the crazy and terrifying other side of the gentle and lovely sea rabbit in the past.
Who says cold-blooded animals can't camouflage?
Every member in nature has the instinct of self-protection and is also good at deceiving opponents by relying on camouflage. For example, chameleons, dead leaf butterflies, and even octopuses are good at changing colors and camouflage. Once they feel threatened, they will launch defense and blend in with the surrounding environment.
as one body.
Using appearances to confuse prey is a hunting instinct engraved in DNA during hundreds of millions of years of cruel evolution by natural selection.
If she likes to be well-behaved, they can become very well-behaved.
Half a chapter of young people can also do it.
Intentionally or unintentionally, he turned his waist and exposed the serious wounds from his splitting experiment to the surface of the water. Most of them had long since healed and were torn open by his own hands, just to gain her sympathy.
Sure enough, there was pity in her eyes.
"Why hasn't it healed yet?" The delicate human fingers fell on the broken corner and rubbed it gently, causing uncontrollable trembling.
The young man lowered his head in embarrassment, trying not to reveal the storm in his eyes.
His tenderness touches his wounds, very gently.
The sea rabbit became even crazier, with red eyes, and hit the glass again and again.
"Rou...I feel pain too..."
He almost hurt himself.
Tang Rou scolded with a headache, "Don't make trouble, just be obedient."
But soon, these two jealous cold-blooded animals became vigilant.
The young man's cold eyes looked at the door panel indifferently, and his tight and beautiful muscles tensed instantly.
Tang Rou noticed something strange about him and looked over. She saw Song Yina with a look of confusion outside the door.
"How did you come?"
"Why can't I come?" She met Tang Rou's gaze, withdrew her obsessed look, and slowly and arrogantly crossed her arms, "I heard that your experimental subject has withstood the splitting test, so I'm here to congratulate you."
He said congratulations, but his tone was uncontrollably harsh.
Tang Rou patted No. 17's tense arm and signaled him to let go. The young man meekly and reluctantly let go of his tentacles. When he looked at the uninvited guest at the door, there was an undisguised desire to kill in his eyes.
"This is my area, you shouldn't come." Tang Rou stepped forward, blocking her view.
However, Song Yina brushed her hair and did not take this first-level breeder seriously at all.
Song Yina, who also belongs to the biological researcher of Zone A, has always been eyeing Tang Rou's experimental subjects, and the few experimental subjects she raised are not close to her.
Marine life has never been domesticated. Even the dolphins and killer whales that are most closely related to humans cannot fully follow human instructions, let alone these ferocious, wild and untamable exotic marine creatures.
Therefore, Tang Rou's experimental subject who became attached to him became a legendary existence in the entire experimental base, and everyone was amazed by her.
And, there is the most important point.
Most of those marine creatures are species that hide in the deep sea and cannot see the light. They are not the dreamy beauty that people imagine, but are very ugly and ferocious, like alien species that are beyond human imagination.
Song Yina has long wanted to snatch away the beautiful sea rabbit and the handsome octopus young man from Tang Rou. The family behind her has good relations with the director of Area A, and has a deep background. The director has been put under pressure many times, but for the purpose of the experiment,
Her application for transfer was repeatedly rejected and the matter was suppressed.
Because of this incident, Song Yina often targeted Tang Rou.
Today, her expression seemed a little ambiguous, implying a sense of pride that made people doubtful.
She brushed her hair and looked at Tang Rou with a smile, her expression lingering on the handsome creature behind the glass.
Then he turned around and left, as if he really just came to say hello.
Aslan's car arrived as scheduled after get off work, and he asked her to go out for a drink in the city center.
The salary in the experimental base is as high as the level of danger. People live on land in the feasting nights, unaware that the dangers of the world are about to endanger their seemingly stable peace.
Tang Rou drank a little too much, and Atherland cried out that she was heartbroken. She drank one glass at a time, but whenever Tang Rou didn't drink, she would show a heartbroken expression. She kept going back and forth, losing control.
Fortunately, the car has a self-driving function.
Someone was chatting at the table next to them, and they talked about Gram-type creatures. One of the men laughed and said, "Those are all fake. Do you still believe this?"
"But I actually saw it some time ago. Half of the face was human, and the other half... was rotten, like a sea anemone."
"I think you've lost your mind after drinking! How could there be such a thing in the world!"
Tangrou and Aslan looked at each other and said, "Some time ago, a low-level reformer in Area D escaped while the experimenter was drunk. However, he was quickly captured without causing any commotion and was executed."
Tang Rou silently put down her wine glass. Atherland was silent for a while and finally put it down.
An understatement of execution is the final destination of most worthless experimental subjects.
How can human imagination be richer than cruel reality?