"I don't understand..." Claire sat at the table, holding the teacup in both hands. The tea in Mendley's place was always very hot, and the skin that came into contact with the teacup soon turned red, but Claire still didn't let go, likeIt is trying to draw a trace of temperature from it.

"Alyssa, Erlo, Olaer..." He counted the researchers who died directly or indirectly at the hands of the experimental subjects over the years, his voice was very soft, "So, they didn't have to die, right?"

Mendley looked at him, not denying it.

"Why..." Claire scratched his hair in a breakdown. He had more or less acquaintance with the researchers here, so he felt even more uncomfortable for their deaths.

Mendley looked at him, after realizing that Claire knew a lot of things that he shouldn't know, he didn't think about hiding him with a full of loopholes, lies are not foolproof, and they will be exposed one day.

"Because the experiment has to continue." Mendley said, "We need a sufficiently stable environment, and anxiety and fear are the most contagious emotions."

"So I can only subtly brainwash everyone over and over again. The experimental subjects are not smart enough, and all casualties come from experimental accidents."

Mendley leaned back in his chair: "Did you know that the nature of people is blind obedience. Most of the time, they will first choose to remain silent, observe the reactions of those around them, and then choose an answer that they think agrees with everyone."

The planet where the laboratory is located is similar to an isolated island. Too simple interpersonal relationships, repetitive work day after day, and little communication with the outside world will make them firmly believe in "group consciousness" among the crowd.Be aware of the difference.

"It's very difficult for people in groups to think in this situation," Mendley said. "It just takes one voice to tell them this is what everyone thinks, and they're convinced."

"Humans are born to pursue certain things, primitive society pursues the sun, and the earth era pursues the universe..."

"I want money, power, fame...but you have to pay the price. There are star sand quarrymen stationed on the edge of the Kik galaxy all year round. The star sand they bring back is sold at sky-high prices in Emperor Star, but at the same timeEvery year, countless quarrymen die in cosmic storms at the edge of the galaxy, and this is the price. But it does not prevent countless people from taking the ticket to the Kik galaxy without hesitation every year in order to get rich overnight."

"When you first entered the laboratory, you once told me that you hoped that one day your name would be written on the honorary alumni of your alma mater, Emperor Star First Academy."

"You also want enough credit points to take your younger sister out of the quagmire of the original family."

"If the experiment is successfully announced to the world, it will be the greatest discovery of this era. Your name can even be recorded in a book and passed down to the next era."

Claire raised her head and stared at him blankly.

Mendley went on: "But if you give up all the subjects in the first place, you can't even take your sister away."

"I remember that she married someone in Emperor Star, had a child, and her husband treated her very well. If the experiment stopped, she would have been sold to an old man by your gambling father a few years ago."

After Mendley finished speaking, he raised his head and asked him, "I remember right?"

"It's not just you, what's the difference between other people?" He smiled when he said this, "Even if he knew that the Starstone experiment was illegal, he still joined without hesitation."

Claire was quiet for a long time before saying: "But why do you have to give the cubs a caretaker..."

"As you can see, they are stronger than humans, aren't they? So at this time, for the smooth progress of the experiment, we need their obedience."

"But after the hatchlings were sent to the third district, you never reminded them to stay away from the experimental subjects!" Claire subconsciously became excited when she said this.

Mendley looked into his eyes and said, "They're far smarter than you think."

"While going through the experiment, they have to be kept in a cage. If there is no channel to vent, the experimental subject's emotions will collapse." The caretaker bears more than 80% of the negative emotions of the experimental subject.

"In the incidents where the experimental subjects attacked the caregivers, are you finishing them?"

"It's me." Mendley nodded without hesitation.

"It is always difficult for people to control their emotions, they will be afraid, afraid, and shrink back."

He took a sip of his tea, then looked up at Claire as if asking, "But experiments always have to go on, right, Claire?"

He waited patiently for a while, then heard a low "yes".

"So 157 will be left in the end, right?" Claire asked at the end.This time the meeting only set the cause of Alyssa's death, and did not mention the results of 157's treatment.

"It has been sent to the isolation room for observation." Mendley did not answer directly, "But you also know that its existence has brought great benefits to the laboratory."

"But it can talk..." Claire's throat rolled, and she spoke with some difficulty,

"This can only show that it has greater research value, doesn't it?"

The tea in Claire's hand was getting cold, and Mendley on the opposite side was still sitting there patiently watching him. When he couldn't sit still and tried to leave, Mendley said, "Do you want to change positions?"

Mendley asked, "Like a monitoring room?"

Claire raised her head subconsciously and looked at him. Most of the researchers in the laboratory will undergo shifts in various areas, only the monitoring room, and the personnel seem to have always been fixed.

——

As for the follow-up processing of 157, a meeting was held in the afternoon.

"Do you want to destroy 157?" Jonathan first proposed. In Jonathan's impression, in the past, this kind of experimental body was usually ordered by Mendley to be destroyed.It's just that compared with other experimental subjects, each experimental subject is precious and unique in their cognition.

"I think at least until the observations in the isolation room come out," countered another.

"But it has already actively attacked humans."

"Mr. Mendley also said that this is an experimental accident." The speaker explained his reasons, "The new healing potion has been sold at sky-high prices in the black market, and the cultivation of clones has not been successful so far. It can bringour greater good."

After he finished speaking, many people present were shaken, and began to echo his words, "It makes sense." "Why don't you see the performance of the experimental subject first?"

Jonathan was even a little shaken by what they said, and he subconsciously looked at Claire beside him: "Claire, what do you think?"

"What?" Claire seemed to have just recovered. Jonathan looked at Claire who was out of state, and threw the disagreement to him: "What do you think?"

"I think..." Claire's eyes froze for a moment, "157's life can bring greater benefits to the lab..."

——

157 has been locked in this small glass room for almost a day.

Compared with the glass room in the third district, the space here is much smaller, barely able to accommodate 157's body.The researchers moved it in very quickly. They were worried that she would wake up and attack others during the process, so they didn't have time to wipe off the blood on her body. Until now, 157's body is still bloody from Alyssa's bodytaste.

The glass room prevented her from stretching her tentacles, and 157 was uncomfortable staying here. She felt very thirsty, but the water basin placed on the ground was stained with blood from the tentacles, which looked light red.

Thirst made 157 unconsciously get closer to the water basin. When he approached, he saw the red inside, but subconsciously began to vomit.

A few minutes later, the originally huge 157 curled up its tentacles, trying to stuff itself in a corner of the glass room.

Outside a piece of glass, there were a few researchers standing there, their gazes were like scalpels on a laboratory table, sweeping over her body inch by inch, their cold gazes of scrutiny and a hint of malice made 157 vigilant, subconsciouslyShrunk himself tighter.

She also smelled the smell of blood coming from outside the glass room. Fresh deer blood was stored in buckets, and the strong smell entered the glass room.157 felt even thirstier. She felt that the water in her body was losing a lot, and her whole body was burning hot.

In a daze, she subconsciously wanted to look for "Mom" again, and the moment she raised her eyes, she saw the researcher outside holding a notebook and recording, and then remembered that "Mom" had been pierced through the heart the night before.

157 moved the tentacles, approached the researcher, stuck to the glass, and saw them backing away at the moment of his movement.

In the end, the small space made her irritable because she couldn't bear it. The tentacles slapped on the glass vigorously. She heard the researchers outside saying something seriously, and then an electric current hit her body.

157's movements only paused for a moment, and then repeated the movement of smashing the glass. She saw that the outside quickly became chaotic. Someone was talking on the phone, trying to surround them while talking.

But 157 could no longer hear her. She finally smashed the glass. As the shattered glass splashed everywhere, the people in the house were afraid of being attacked by her and began to flee in all directions.The mess of the room.

She raised her head, looked blankly at the camera in the corner, and then circled her body vigorously.

She remembered the hatchling, at the end of 157's last chat with it, it said, "But I'm sleepy." It closed its eyes after that.

157 rubbed his head against his tentacles, and closed his eyes tiredly: "I'm sleepy too."

——

No. 35 in the third district was still reading the numbers of the experimental subjects in order: "13, 20, 23,..., 153, 154, 155, 15..."

Her voice stopped suddenly, and the opened petals on the top of her head slowly retracted: "There is no more 157."

She is a little monster who needs to be born with love. After realizing that she has never received love, she withers quickly like a tree short of water.