Abnormality

Purcens found a round glass bottle and planned to put 337 into it.

One end of the capsule was opened, and 337 deliberately crawled to the other side, stuck inside, unwilling to go into the bottle.

Purcens' patience was almost worn out by this dirty little monster.

He shook the capsule, and 337 slid down from it, and landed in the glass bottle with a pop.

337 fell with some pain. It turned over, erected its tentacles, and stared dissatisfiedly at Purcens, but it didn't dare to stare at Purcens for too long, lest Purcens would nail it to the laboratory bench like a white mouse.

The little white mouse was dissected by Pucens this morning, and not a single drop of blood stuck to the mouse hair elsewhere. Pucens was quite satisfied with the dissected object, so he put it here.

The satisfaction of the morning does not represent the moment.

Now Purcens thinks that the cut of the knife is still not neat enough.

Purcens put the cork on the glass bottle, and then placed 337 next to the big red-eyed spider.

337 has never been in contact with creatures on earth, but it still finds the dark thing with red eyes and eight slender feet very scary.

He stuck to the other side of the bottle, deliberately away from the spider.

Purcens finished cleaning up the mice on the experimental bench, glanced at 337's stupid appearance, and frowned slightly.

337 placed there is very inconsistent.

He walked to the iron frame, took down 337, and spent more than half an hour sorting out the sorting of those bottles and jars.

337 curiously attached its tentacles to the glass bottle and observed Purcens.

It wanted to grunt twice, but was afraid that Purcens would put it on the laboratory table and cut its only eye with a scalpel.

337 felt wronged again.

Why are humans always so fierce.

When Pu Cens finished sorting out the specimens, he saw 337 entertaining himself in the glass jar.

It's a very boring self-entertainment.

337 derived four tentacles from its body, entangled, then untied, entangled again, and continued to untangle...

Twirling the mouth of the bottle with his fingertips, he lifted the glass bottle up to his eyes. 337 didn't dare to face Pu Censi, so he quickly retracted his tentacles and tentacles to his body, and then lay limply on the bottom of the glass bottle.

"I really want to see your body structure." Pu Censi shook the bottle twice, and 337's body hit the glass wall, "It's a pity."

It's a pity that the elders of the research institute did not allow Pu Cens to dissect 337, otherwise, the moment it fell into Pu Cens' hands, 337 would be cut open in the middle by Pu Cens with a scalpel.

The specimens on the shelf are arranged neatly, and the 337 is placed on it, which greatly affects the appearance.

Purcens placed 337 on the experimental table, together with several round-mouthed glass bottles of the same size.

The directors gave this experiment a period of two months, and Puchensi was not in a hurry, because he was more willing to study the genes of those alien creatures than to observe the dirty 337.

When Purcens received the notice at the research institute, he went to the dean.

It has been proved in previous experiments that 337 has no brain.

Since there is no nerve center, how can it be possible to have human emotions?

Purcens felt that the experiment was a waste of time.

Moreover, in the 150 nine experiments, 337's life characteristics are already extremely weak.

If the research can continue, how could the directors give 337 to Pu Censi to take over?

Purcens is not only the chief researcher in the QW organization, but also the most trusted person of the deans.

After working for five years, I have never made a mistake, and I have devoted myself to their organization.Such a genius, or such a genius who only focuses on research, is exactly what they need.

The only thing that worries the deans is that every time Purcens conducts an experiment and produces a result report, several non-terrestrial organisms in their laboratory have to die.

In just five years, the types of non-earth creatures in their organization have been reduced by a quarter.

Almost all of them were brought home alive by Pu Censi, and then returned to the institute dead.