He and It

Others were attracted by the idea, Interesting...you mean, add a small controlled experiment?

We can first assume that this variable is the breeder's height and body shape. Perhaps the difference in appearance is an important contact condition for the mermaid...

The discussion was in full swing, and the assistant asked in a low voice: Doctor, for safety reasons, do the lengths of the chains in the observation room need to be shortened?

You heard it too, that would interfere with the experiment. Fabian muttered, Find someone else according to the requirements they discussed.

The third day.

New strange people, new sounds and smells, new shyness and wariness.

Rapace stared at the short mainlander with black hair and eyes, who was shivering at the edge of the feeding port, sprinkling some raw meat with seasonings down.

He couldn't help but tilt his head.

The breeder's lips moved, and he didn't know whether he was cursing silently or praying silently.

Now, test the effects of different types of bait on the experimental subjects. A cold-tone command came from the communication channel, Breeder, please reach about thirty centimeters underwater.

The breeder froze. He hesitated for a long time before grabbing a piece of raw fish and immersing his arm bit by bit into the bone-chilling water.

The mermaid's eyes were dark and motionless.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to slowly let go, his eyes suddenly went dark——

——The sound of bones and flesh being separated is like a champagne cork suddenly bursting open, which is extremely heartbreaking. The duration of the man's scream was also very short, and it could almost be called a hasty burp.

When the guards carried the body down, they found that the unlucky guy had exactly the same fate as his predecessor, who was dragged to death by the brutal mermaid.

This time, Fabian chose to drain the water in the observation room and activate the small CIWS installed on the alloy wall. This short-range defense weapon system is usually only equipped on naval warships and is used to detect and destroy threatening flying objects. Now, it is being used to deal with the unruly and brutal Storm King, a prisoner that humans are extremely difficult to tame.

The crosshair accurately tracked the vital parts of the mermaid, including the criss-crossing cracks on the spine, heart, back of the neck, and the fish's tail... Twelve rounds of tungsten core armor-piercing bullets erupted, and the light and heat erupted were no less than high-voltage electric sparks. The researchers on the side Shocked, he rushed over and held down Fabian's hand: Dr. Fabian, what are you going to do! Do you want to kill it?!

He stopped him too late, but the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere in his imagination did not appear.

The mermaid didn't dodge or dodge - he couldn't dodge the speed of the bullets either. He just turned over quickly among the lightning flints to protect the wounds that were more likely to be penetrated. After the moment of murderous intent passed, he stretched his tense body again, and his long black hair also flowed.

A strange scene appeared: those long and sharp bullet casings were all stuck between the iron-like muscles, and were gradually expelled from the surface of the skin. They clanged and hit the ground one after another, like a burst of short raindrops.

He was like a piece of steel that was too malleable. The armor-piercing bullets had brought many unnaturally deep dents to his smooth, firm skin, but he didn't even shed a drop of blood.

Don't worry, my dear friend, Fabian said with a half-smiling smile, as a belated reassurance, Look, isn't this nothing?

What a miracle... Seeing this scene, the scholars gathered around the window, admiring and speechless, and their eyes even contained a hint of envious salivation.

One of them turned to Fabian and asked incredulously: How on earth did you catch him?

The German's smile was like a strong mask. He didn't pull down the corners of his mouth, but he also didn't answer the question.

Rapace turned his eyelids. He could withstand the pressure of the deep sea. Naturally, he could also withstand the sudden attack of bullets and bullets on land. This was obviously a reciprocal matter. Why did the mainland people look so surprised?

If it weren't for his limited mobility and the need for a guide who was familiar with the land, he would have left long ago and there would be no need to play tickling tricks here.

The mermaid hissed impatiently. The muscles that were rebounding were itchy and numb. He was too lazy to scratch them. However, in such a boring moment, Rapace would inevitably think of that pearl-like little human.

Why hasn't he come yet?

The fourth day.

New strange people, new sounds and smells, new fears and trepidations.

Food continues to be put in, and observing the preferences and orientation of the mermaids, as well as the frequency and regularity of eating, are all important research topics. Therefore, new breeders are still filling the vacancies.

Rapace tugged on the slightly flimsy shackles casually - after experiencing the baptism of electric current, strong acid, etc., it was obvious that these four heavy guys did not have his terrifying toughness.

This means that his mini-games simultaneously become more

easy

,More convenient.

Now, test the effects of different types of bait on the experimental subjects. Breeder, please reach thirty underwater...

game over.

The fifth day.

Now, test different types of bait on the experimental subjects...

game over.

The sixth and seventh days.

Now, the test types are not...

Again, again, game over.

Rapace tediously moved the fins on his elbows, controlling the flow of water to clean the tissue debris above.

Bizarre, is this all their tricks? Why would such a weak creature want to imprison a monarch from the abyss?

This isn't fun anymore, Rapace thought. I've wasted too much time. The only thing worth doing now is to find a way out of here and find my long-lost soul mate.

...No, give them another chance.

Tomorrow, if the humans I want can't come tomorrow, I can start killing the mainlanders who have been standing at the top.

It's been a week, what's the problem? The scholar couldn't help complaining, his palms pressed against the cold glass window, Our time is precious, we can't waste it like this anymore!

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