A new day begins, No. 133 gets a menu that satisfies him, and No. 77 still hasn't been fed.

After Jonathan finished feeding all the experimental subjects, he took the remaining piece of raw meat and stopped outside the glass in front of 77.

"77?" Jonathan knocked on the window to attract his attention, and when he looked over, he brought the still warm flesh close to the glass.

"are you hungry?"

"Want to eat meat?"

77's gaze followed Jonathan's hand subconsciously. He knew what Jonathan wanted to do. When the experimental subjects grew up, they experienced many similar things.

77 looked into Jonathan's eyes. Jonathan was asserting his authority and wanted him to know that some things were not allowed.

"77—" In order to meet his gaze, Jonathan had to raise his head, "Want to eat meat? I know you're hungry."

The fresh meat dangled in front of 77, Jonathan clearly saw its throat rolling up and down, his eyes fell on the meat in his hand, and then quickly moved away.

Seeing the effect, Jonathan's eyes flashed a gleam of joy, and he was about to step up his efforts when he saw 77 turn around and return to the tree without looking back, no matter how much he yelled, he didn't respond.

77 looked at Jonathan from the gaps in the leaves, and slowly poked his head out of the leaves until he left in despair.

The stomach that barely had some feeling of fullness started to feel uncomfortable again after Jonathan left.77 lowered his head, stretched out a hand suspiciously to touch his stomach which made a strange sound, then leaned on the tree trunk, and closed his eyes.

He misses fresh raw meat a little bit, but 77 knows from his childhood experience that if he wants to get something, he needs another thing to exchange, and this is the price.

And now 77 only wants 76 to come back sooner.

——

77's temper somewhat exceeded the expectations of the researchers.

"It hasn't eaten for almost a day." The speaker looked worried, and urged the few people sitting on the left, "When will 76 end, send it back as soon as possible."

Several people who were pointed nodded in response, and then Jonathan was also mentioned by name: "Jonathan, remember to clean up the stale raw meat at No. 77."

They always provided the experimental subjects with fresh raw meat. When 77 hadn't eaten for a day, they were a little worried that 77 would eat the stale meat that he hadn't had time to clean up because of hunger.

——

In the afternoon, 77 was resting on a tree branch when he suddenly heard the sound of something moving above his head. 77 opened his eyes, looked up at the ceiling, his eyes moved, and finally landed on one of the ceilings.

After about ten seconds, there was a slight "click", and then the two boards on the ceiling moved to the left and right, and a hook fell down.Although the experimental subjects in the three districts rarely show aggressiveness, the researchers generally avoid entering the glass room.

The hook descended slowly, and soon stopped on the raw meat left by 77 yesterday, the eight claws closed, and brought the meat back to the ceiling.During the time when the ceiling was open, 77 felt a slight air disturbance, carrying the smell of dust.

After the two ceilings were closed, 77 in the leaves stretched out a hand and easily touched the textured board. He pushed up with a little force as he did in the past, but he still remained motionless.

77 withdrew his hand in disappointment, and when he retracted it, his fingertips inadvertently brushed against a gap.

"77." 35 suddenly called him.

77 poked his head out from among the leaves and saw her salivating at his tail: "I want to go out and play."

"76 hasn't returned from the inspection yet." 77 blinked, "He will be very tired after the inspection."

"Are you going to wait for him?" The petals on the top of No. 35 piranha's head closed slightly, looking a little disappointed.

She looked at the closed gate in the third district, as if she was talking to herself: "I think I have grown up."

"I've grown up too." No. 33, who was chasing her tail in circles, also answered by the way.

"Can I go outside next time?" 35 looked expectantly at the gate of the third district.

Mermaid No. 53, who was listening to their conversation in the pool, couldn't help coming out of the water, pointing to the glass room of No. 20: "You were sent back there last time."

The flowers on the top of No. 35's head swelled up, and another experimental subject just interrupted at this moment: "Mom is going to be angry again."

The speaking experimental subject curled up into a ball, nodded up and down, and echoed his own words: "Mom likes obedient children."

"If you don't obey, you will be punished."

He looked at the furious No. 35, and continued to add fuel to the fire: "Then I won't give you meat and let you eat grass for three days."

35's anger was directly attracted to him, and he replied, "Then are you obedient?"

He thought about it for a while, then shook his head: "I want to go out to play too, I'm disobedient."

——

Eleventh night without seeing 76.

"Do you want to go out and play?" 77 asked 76 after quieting down the other subjects as usual.

76 thought of the candy hidden under the scales, and subconsciously moved his tail: "If I go out, I can give you the candy."

Candy was rarely obtained by the experimental subjects. Even if 76 was drained of a tube of blood this time, he only got two. The cube-shaped candies were wrapped in glutinous rice paper and hidden under the scales close to the flesh.

But 76 found that 77, who likes sugar very much, was not very happy when he heard what he said.

"You like sugar." 76 has no doubts about that.

"I don't like drawing blood." 77 said, "drawing blood will hurt." He likes candy, but he doesn't want to accept the pain that comes with it.

"I'm not afraid of pain." 76 thought for a while, and answered in this way. He glanced at several researchers who were busy not far away, preparing to work overtime and send himself back to the third district as soon as possible.Go back in one o'clock."

——

While the researchers around No. 76 worked overtime and finally sent him back to the third district, it was time for the hatchlings in the hatchery to leave the nutrition chamber.

The light blue nutrient solution slowly fell, and finally a small wet pink ball fell to the bottom.

Alyssa pushed the button, and the glass opened, and a pair of eyes in the middle of the pink tentacles looked in her direction quickly.

Alyssa put on sterile gloves and held it up carefully, the soft tentacles waved in the air before hugging her thumb.

"Mom—" A voice that humans couldn't hear clearly came from the cub's mouth. Looking at the creature in front of her, Alyssa's heart softened, and she remembered when her daughter was just born.With emotions that he couldn't explain, as if he had been bewitched, he looked at the baby lying in his palm lovingly: "I will love you like my own child."

Receiving a soft response, the tentacles of the hatchlings moved around Alyssa's fingers, and the sharp thorns under the tentacles easily cut through the glove, pulling a thread of blood on her hand, and red blood beads came out.

Feeling the pain, Alyssa subconsciously "hissed", and the hatchling also realized that he had used too much strength, curled up guiltily, and wrapped the wound in his body.

Alyssa was about to take it away from her hand when she suddenly felt a chill, and some liquid wrapped around her finger, gradually relieving the pain.

After the hatchling let go, Alyssa glanced at her finger, the wound had completely healed, and only a little blood remained to prove what had just happened.

She lowered her head and looked at the young body with a strange gaze, holding it in front of her: "My baby..."

"Alyssa?" Someone opened the hatch door and walked in. "How is it?"

"It looks healthy," Alyssa said. "If nothing else, we'll have No. 157 in the near future."

The person who came smiled: "It seems that you are very confident that it can survive?"

"I believe Mendley will try to make it survive." Alyssa carefully put it into a temporary transfer box, "It has the ability to heal wounds quickly."

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At the same time, the No. 33 double-headed snake in the third district suddenly moved its tongue, and then propped up its two heads.

"I smell blood."

Seeing that other experimental subjects were looking at him, he continued to add: "It's the blood of 'mother'." It was very special, different from the taste of the blood of other creatures.

"Who is it?" No. 35 looked around, none of them had such a keen sense of smell as No. 33, and No. 35 could not detect the faint smell of blood in the air at all.

"Is he injured? If he's here, can I lock him in the glass room." 35 blinked with curiosity.

33 shook his head: "It's not very serious." He shook his head, hesitated for a while and said, "I also smelled the smell of 76."

The forked tongue probed the air again, and 33 added affirmatively: "It's getting closer."

77, who was resting on the tree, suddenly slid down, pressed against the glass, and looked at the door of the third district.

After about five minutes, the door opened, and a cage covered with black cloth was pushed in.

As soon as several researchers came in, they met 77's straight eyes.

"Do you know that 76 is back and waiting here from this far away?" A researcher knocked on the glass with a smile, and the people around him reminded him: "Hurry up and send 76 in, or the anesthesia will wear off soon."

The black cloth was uncovered in front of 77, revealing No. 76 lying inside, with its black tail coiled indiscriminately.77 blinked, and heard 76 lying there say: "I'm back."

A researcher took out a remote control and clicked. The glass separating the glass room where 76 lives from the corridor sank quickly. With the joint efforts of several people, 76 was quickly placed on the ground from the cage.

After wiping off his sweat, the researcher raised the glass again, looked at 76 who hadn't woken up yet, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, let's go."

After 76 was put down, 77 stopped in front of the piece of glass separating him from 76, looking through the glass at the dozen or so number 76 that he had never seen before.

77's line of sight scans from the top of 76's head to the tip of the tail. The scales are still as shiny and bright as before, probably because the food is good. Not only does it not have a thin tail, it is also a little thicker than before leaving. When 77 sees this, a trace of satisfaction finally appears in his eyes.

The tip of 77's tail tapped lightly on the glass, which is actually not that hard for him: "We'll go out to play when you're not tired."

77 Looking at the black tail, I don't know what it feels like to wrap the tail with your own tail when it grows a bit longer?