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Chapter 22
No. 157 once again followed Alyssa to the third district, which is no longer a novelty for the experimental subjects.
157's growth rate far exceeded the laboratory's initial estimate, and now it needs to lower its head slightly when entering and exiting some rooms.
The experimental subjects looked at her growing body and knew that the date for her to be left in the third district was approaching.
But 157 obviously forgot what the other subjects mentioned to her when she came to the third district for the first time. She still followed Alyssa step by step.Tentacles forgot about the pain.
After entering the third area, 157 slowed down his pace a little bit, and Alyssa was also happy to see her establish a good relationship with other experimental subjects.
"These are your future neighbors." Alyssa reached out and touched her head, and said in an encouraging tone, "Go and communicate with them more."
157 lowered her head slightly, and the first communication partner she chose was 35.But 35 is much shorter than other subjects, and she is not even as tall as the researcher.
"I don't understand." 157's tentacles twisted around like knots, "What is love?"
35 blinked and told her seriously: "Love is pain."
157 tried to get to the bottom of it: "Why?"
35 looked at her with a look of "you don't understand this": "Because what 'Mom' gave you is pain."
She asked 157: "Or, do you think 'Mom' doesn't love you at all?"
One of 157's tentacles subconsciously entangled Alyssa's ankle, almost tripping the researcher who was walking forward. She looked down, then smiled helplessly, knelt down and stretched out her hand to wrap it around her foot gently.tentacles.
"Relax," she said softly, "You're about to trip me up."
157 looked at No. 35 again, trying to get an affirmative answer: "She loves me, right?"
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After leaving District 3, Alyssa returned to the Incubation District.
There are still some materials related to 157 in the incubation room, and she intends to reorganize and modify them. Naturally, 157 followed her footsteps and returned to the incubation room where she was born.
She hasn't been here for a while, 157 looked at the furnishings in the hatching room, the nutrition cabin, which was very big for her and could swim freely, is now a small one compared to her, 157 quietlyI gestured to the side, probably only able to fit a third of myself, and it would be full.
While Alyssa was sorting out the materials, Jonathan pushed open the door of the incubator.
"When I came over, I saw that the door of this hatching room was ajar. I guessed that you were inside and pushed the door in."
Alyssa raised her head and glanced at him: "How did you come here, is it all right?"
Jonathan dragged a chair over and sat down, propping his chin with one hand: "It didn't go very well."
He sighed: "You know, the long-standing problem is that the direction of the mutation guided by the star stone is completely uncontrollable."
"Until it is fully developed, no one knows what it will eventually grow into."
Therefore, it is very difficult to be able to develop smoothly to the stage of coming out of the hatching room.
Alyssa took notes in her notebook and asked him in time: "I remember last week's weekly meeting and you said the situation was okay?"
"There have been some terrible changes." Jonathan pursed his lips, and finally he could only admit helplessly, "After all, experimental failures have always been common."
He sighed, and then said, "Tell me something interesting."
After thinking for a while, Jonathan added: "Outside of work?"
"Hmm..." Alyssa tapped the pen on her forehead, "I remember something interesting."
She said: "Barely, it can be regarded as having a relationship with us."
Jonathan became interested: "What is it?"
"I heard about it on the last contact day." Alyssa thought for a while, then continued, "It is said that a natural planet that is not attracted by stars has been discovered in the sx-071 galaxy, and it is moving slowly.speed is moving towards the edge of this galaxy."
"If it continues to move at this speed, it is very likely that it will leave the sx-071 galaxy someday.;"
"Of course." Alyssa added, "It is not ruled out that it may speed up this process at a certain stage."
"Sx-071 galaxy?" Jonathan raised his eyebrows, "I remember we are also in this galaxy."
He said jokingly: "Maybe that planet is right next door to us."
"The approximate location speculated in the report should be in this area." Alyssa did not refute.
"Is there anyone going to investigate that natural planet?"
"Not yet. After all, this galaxy is on the edge of the empire, and basically no one lives there."
Alyssa paused, and continued: "Its positioning is not accurate, and the empire already has enough resources, and there is currently no plan to develop this planet."
"And Mr. Mendley has already communicated with his acquaintances on the Imperial Researcher's side, and he will try his best to get them to dispel this idea."
Jonathan blinked: "It makes sense. If that planet is developed, some people's eyes will inevitably fall here, and it would be bad if they discovered it."
The two sat in the incubator and chatted. Subconsciously, neither of them thought about the possibility that the planet mentioned in the report was the planet they were on now.
157 watched them concentrate on chatting in the incubator room, and didn't pay much attention to himself. His eyes gradually fell on the door.
She glanced back, and Alyssa was still sitting there, seemingly not planning to leave for the time being.157 was still looking at her, without looking away, but the tentacles under him quietly moved forward a small step.
So slowly, while Alyssa and Jonathan were talking, 157 moved to the door of the hatching room.
It was the first time for 157 to walk out of the door without "mother". She poked her head and looked at the empty corridor. This row was full of incubation rooms. Most of the doors were covered.I saw the familiar nutrient cabin and the blue nutrient solution filled inside.And the closed rooms have numbers hanging on the doors.
"Squeak—" A door was opened, and 157 subconsciously raised his head to look in that direction.
The door was pushed open by a researcher, and soon a small trolley was dragged out behind the door with a handle. On it was a mass of strangely growing flesh. Under the transparent skin, a red heart that would not beat could be seen extending outward.Out of dense blood vessels.
She glanced through the open door, and the nutrition pod was empty.
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Shortly after 157 left with Alyssa, two researchers walked in with the subjects' dinner.
One of them knocked on the glass more lively, and the crisp sound attracted most of the experimental subjects to look in his direction.
He watched this scene with satisfaction, and slightly raised his voice: "It's time to eat!"
The researcher walking next to him subconsciously frowned. His colleague noticed this small movement and touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment.
"You don't seem to like me like this?" Mike looked at his gloomy colleague and asked tentatively.
"There's no need to do these meaningless actions." Erro couldn't help but said, "Put these food in early and you can leave."
"I see." Mike glanced in his direction quietly, then agreed in a low voice, and soon became quiet. Together, the two researchers quickly sent the food into the glass room one by one.Mike didn't speak anymore, but he regretted that he agreed to change shifts with another colleague.
Erlo pushed the car and continued to move forward, without Mike's noisy movement around him, but the trace of irritability in his heart never disappeared.
He frowned, making Mike, who was accidentally seen next to him, more nervous, and quietly cast his gaze to this side, and saw Erro straighten his body up a little more.
Two days ago, I started to feel an inexplicable itching on my back. Yesterday, Erro asked a colleague with good relationship to look at it for me, and found that there was a large area of redness and swelling from the back of the neck to the back.
Erro speculates that it may be due to the recent change of seasons, or allergies.
The laboratory is equipped with a resident doctor. Erro was busy with experiments during this period, so he didn't do a too careful examination, and only took time to go to the doctor to get the medicine.
But the effect of the medicine didn't meet his expectations. Erro couldn't help stretching out his hand and scratching his neck. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel a slight pain that was not obvious.
After this period of time is over, go to the doctor for a careful examination.he thought to himself.
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After the two researchers came in, the subjects in the third district secretly looked at them through the cover of the objects in the glass room. To be precise, they looked at Erro, who had been enduring the discomfort.
77 looked at the red behind him, turned his head and talked to 76: "He is dying."
"How long will it take?" An experimental subject approached curiously, and was regarded by the two researchers as impatient for food.
"Probably after three days." 76 said.
"I did it." Experiment 155 also spoke out the next moment.
Compared with 76, 77 and some other experimental subjects whose venom took effect quickly, the onset of venom on his body was much slower.And because the number came out of the incubation room for a short time, the laboratory doesn't know him very well, and it is not known that he still has this kind of venom.
Like 157, he also has several slender tentacles on his body. In the last experiment, he rubbed the back of Erro's neck with the venomous thorns on the tentacles.
"I don't like him." An experimental subject said.
"I don't like it either." Another experimental subject added, "He kicked my tail in the last experiment." Her tail is very long, and it would be dragged to the ground in every experiment, and was stepped on by Erro in the experimentseveral times.
"He did it on purpose." She said firmly.
"It must be." Another experimental subject agreed, and he frowned, "Last time he pinched my ear hard."
The experimental subjects complained about the experience of individual researchers deliberately hurting them during the experiment.
Then they looked at No. 155 together, motioning him to look at Erro who had just walked past: "He is your 'mother'."
"Yes." No. 155 looked at Erro's back and nodded.
"He doesn't like me as much as I hate him now."
After learning love from "mother", they learned resentment without a teacher.
Mike, who had already opened the back door of the third district, turned his head suddenly, and met the rows of eyes staring at his back. He looked at the experimental subjects who turned their eyes back to the middle of the glass room. For some reason, he subconsciously rubbed himselfarm.
At a certain moment just now, it seemed that there was a sudden feeling of being targeted by a dangerous predator.
He let out a breath, thinking that he was thinking too much, closed the door and chased after Erro who had walked a few meters away, shouting: "Wait for me!"
Watching the door at the end of the corridor close, an experimental subject in the quiet third district said first: "He is dying."
"I know." No. 155 took his words. He stared at the door and repeated softly, "After three days."
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In the eyes of the experimental subjects in the third area, 77 became very strange after returning to the third area.
"What's wrong with you?" 133's paws rested on the glass, and the fluff on his face was flattened by the glass. He looked at 77, "You look weird now."
133 thought for a while, and then added: "It's very similar to the way 156 came out of that room."
77 walked back and forth in his own glass room, when he heard 133's voice pause for a while, he replied: "I'm fine."
While speaking, his eyes fell on the piece of glass that separated the corridor, the tip of his tail was about to move, and he couldn't control his thoughts of trying to break it.
The white tail stood up, slid across the air, and finally stopped just before touching the glass, and tapped lightly on the glass surface.
77 turned his head and saw 76 looking at him worriedly.
35's buds were tightly closed, and she looked in 77's direction: "You left that room."
The vines of the piranhas curled up, and the tone was bright and persuasive: "But you still have to be obedient."
Another experimental subject took over the second half of her sentence: "Disobedient children will be punished."
"I know." 77 retracted his tail, he thought about it seriously, and then told them, "But I need some time to get used to it."
He glanced at the ground, and to avoid trying to break the glass again, he climbed up the tree and hid himself in the thick foliage.
At the time of design, the tree in the glass room could reach the ceiling, and 77 climbed to the highest position that can be climbed up, and could touch the ceiling when he raised his head slightly.
"I remember it was windy last time." 77 stretched out his hand to touch the ceiling above his head.
"But how can I open it?" 77 raised his head, with doubts in his eyes.
76 followed his example and climbed to the top of the tree, his cool skin slid across the ceiling inch by inch, and finally stopped at a small gap.
76 propped up his upper body, put his face close to the ceiling, moved closer to observe carefully, and finally his eyes fell on the inconspicuous gap between the ceiling partitions.
is it here?