The lights flashed crazily and made a slight electric sound.
There is a blurry black shadow at the corner of the wall that cannot be seen.
The mermaid regained her softness and harmlessness, slowly stretched her arms, turned her head gently, and looked expressionlessly at the SS-17 Experimental Subject in the water tank.
The other party was also looking at him, with a murderous desire to destroy emerging from his pure and rich dark green eyes.
The air was silent and stagnant, and the cracks in the water tank were widening.
Predation, indifference, and killing are engraved in their cold blood from another world. They have never been a friendly race, nor are they social creatures.
The mermaid gently raised her hand and twisted her pale fingers in the air.
"You are an eyesore."
He commented coldly.
It was as if nothing had been done, but the space became distorted at this moment, and the air gradually solidified, oppressing the young man in the water tank.
The young octopus instantly curled up together in pain, its tentacles stretched to the extreme.
He was pulled by an invisible force and had no strength to fight back. The extremely hard water tank cracked with spiderweb-like gaps and was teetering on the verge of collapse.
Even the hard metal walls were slightly deformed, like a cracked iron box, with unnatural folds bulging or denting.
The mermaid tilted his head slightly, and his soft blond hair fell down his shoulders. He looked indifferent, held his chin, and spoke very softly,
"Isn't it okay if you obey me?"
The silver eyes are condensed with a deep coldness, like an abyss that cannot be illuminated by light, like Shura from hell.
The dark-haired young man bent down, and his pale body cracked with long and narrow scars oozing with blue blood.
The tentacles were slightly deformed, resisting such terrifying power, and were forced to be trapped in the space, convulsing with pain.
He was so tormented that he opened his mouth slightly, but refused to show weakness at all, staring at the merman fiercely.
The other party looked nonchalant from beginning to end, and even looked away from him, instead looking at the office with great interest.
This is not the same room as last time.
The mermaid vaguely remembered how the office was destroyed last time. There was also a glass wall with a huge jellyfish behind it.
Now, the jellyfish is gone.
One more octopus.
How many of these things are there around her?
The mermaid suppressed the shadow under her eyes and looked at the half-octopus experimental body with its skin and flesh torn apart. Her voice was cold and without any warmth:
"Don't get in my way, or it won't be so simple next time."
Don't go too far, otherwise it will cause some trouble if you are discovered.
After saying that, the invisible pressure suddenly disappeared, and Alphinaud felt that he could move.
When he thought of his owner being deceived by his disguise, he was instantly filled with anger, and his tentacles suddenly burst out, like a vicious dog that was cornered, showing its sharp claws and biting at the enemy's throat, hoping to fight to the death.
But at this moment, the door opened.
"No. 17! What are you doing!"
Tang Rou happened to see the mermaid retreating in panic, avoiding those terrifying tentacles.
But in his own eyes, the obedient octopus experimental subject was attacking the opponent ferociously, with real murderous intent.
The dark-haired young man raised his head in shock, and his tentacles froze for a moment.
But faster, he stretched out his arms and injured tentacles, anxiously showing her:
"Rou, look...it hurts."
Tang Rou walked over, held his extended hand, lowered her head to check, "Are you injured?"
"Yeah." He responded softly.
But soon, Tang Rou discovered that his whole body was in good health, his skin was pale and flawless, his tentacles were smooth and delicate, and he didn't appear to be injured at all.
Alphinaud opened his eyes slightly.
His powerful healing ability meant that before he could show Tang Rou the "evidence" of the mermaid's danger, those wounds had already disappeared.
He opened his mouth and said in a panic, "It hurts, it really does."
Tang Rou frowned, held the octopus young man's wrist, checked it carefully again, and then looked at him suspiciously.
He was anxious and held her hand instead. His tentacles couldn't help but wrap around her, trying to pull her closer to him.
"Trust, I, Rou."
As a creature from another world who has only communicated with Tang Rou since birth, his language system is obviously not complete enough to express his thoughts.
Before Tang Rou could say anything, a crisp sound was heard from behind as the fish tail collided gently with the floor.
The frail mermaid seemed to be unable to bear the pain and let out a slight hoarse gasp.
Seeing that her attention was diverted, No. 17 pulled her, raised his hand to hold her face, and said stubbornly, "Don't look at him. Look at me."
Very much like a child vying for favor.
Tang Rou sighed and said helplessly, "No. 17, we will talk later. You should be more tolerant to your companions."
"no……"
No. 17 bent down and grabbed her sleeves, with a pleading look in his eyes, and the tip of his nose almost touched her forehead, "No, go."
Tang Rou raised her hand and rubbed her wet hair, and said warmly, "Maybe it's my fault that you are like this because you have not come into contact with too few people. The mermaid is very friendly, so you should also be friendly to him, okay?"
friendly?
who?
Mermaid?
The young man's expressionless face looked at Tang Rou without blinking, unable to express his complicated emotions.
Tang Rou had raised him and understood all his little moves. At this moment, she seemed to see a hint of grievance on that handsome, paralyzed face.
She couldn't help but laugh, "You have bullied others, why are you still showing this expression, pretending to be pitiful?"
The young man's expression became even more aggrieved.
It's really a grievance.
Tang Rou opened his fingers one by one and was hooked by the tentacles.
He couldn't explain for a while and looked at her pitifully. In the end, he just lowered his voice and said, "Sugar..."
I haven't given him any candy yet.
Tang Rou shook her head pretending to be angry, "If you don't obey me, there will be no candy."
"..."
He was even more sad.
The mermaid leaned weakly against the wall, her scarred skin intertwined with cold white and bright red. The two colors collided, and there was a hint of sadistic beauty in the cruelty.
He looked at Tang Rou quietly, his eyes as clean as glass beads hidden under his fine eyelashes, silent and tolerant of vulnerability.
Fragile as a snowflake on the verge of melting.
Tang Rou softened her heart and said to him, "Come, let me see your wound."
The mermaid immediately showed her scars obediently.
Scarlet red and ferocious, he looked like a mermaid just fished out of the sea and bitten by a shark.
This is what it looks like to be truly injured. The smooth and flawless look of No. 17 is really not convincing at all. Instead, it looks like the villain is the first to complain.
Tang Rou said to him apologetically, "I don't want to go to the water tank. I may have to force you to stay on this cart for a while, and then I'll think of a solution."
The other party looked at her intently, shook his head gently, "I'm not wronged."
Tang Rou felt even more pity in her heart.
She went to apply for a water tank for experimental subjects, but the managers of the logistics department rejected her expressionlessly, saying that a water tank cost millions, and they would not provide these expensive equipment to a person without
Experimental subject number and identification information.
Tang Rou looked for those abandoned cabins again, but found nothing.
The base is indeed very indifferent to this mermaid. In their eyes, worthless experimental subjects are defective products that can be sent to death at any time and treated as feed.
She was silent for a while, then looked at the mermaid's wound, "Wait a moment, I will disinfect you first."
The mermaid nodded, quiet and obedient.
Unexpectedly, Tang Rou just went to get some disinfection tools, turned her head and almost screamed.
The mermaid fell to the ground, blood oozing from the badly injured tail, and the blood-stained scales fell to the ground.
He was shaking in pain, his eyes tightened.
Several octopus tentacles were near him, and no matter how you looked at them, they were attacked.