Abnormality

It has a black body, tentacles that can be extended and shortened, and two slender and smooth tentacles.

Its color, its shape, even the posture of its writhing, slushy body.

They all stepped on the point Pu Cens disliked very accurately.

It is like a representation of filth, and Purcens just hates filth.

Even to draw blood, Purcents was unwilling to do it himself.

He called his assistant while he himself stood by and watched the thing's movements.

It's different from other experiments.

It's so fragile that it can't even struggle.

Its small, ugly eyes kept looking at him.

The dark green blood filled the syringe, and Purcens saw unprecedented sadness in that eye.

He intentionally frightened it and observed its subtle reactions.

Its reflex nerves always seem to be unable to turn, being suppressed by the test tube, it doesn't know how to use its own advantages to escape.

Instead, it chose to generate several tentacles, constantly trying to move the large test tube filled with the blood of non-earth creature 337.

He looked at it for a long time, and couldn't stand its stupidity.

He audibly helped it.

The sadness in that small black eye was gone, replaced by a kind of joy.

It was on the bench, its tentacles bent down, facing him.

Purcens has seen too many non-earth creatures, who committed suicide because they couldn't stand the experiment, and who experienced fear after experiencing the experiment.

Seeing more, he seems to have become them.

Although Purcens was not like them, he was not like a human being either.

In fact, at that moment, Purcens understood the meaning of the black and dirty thing on the test bench.

It is expressing gratitude.

in a human way.

Purcens turned a deaf ear to it, and even mocked the idiot in his heart.

All the scars on it are thanks to them.

The 150 nine days of pain it experienced were all given by them.

It's obviously too much, how can you still make such a move.

Purcens could occasionally understand the meaning expressed by the experimental subject, but he would not have the slightest empathy.

He just looked at them coldly, watching them struggling in a pool of blood, watching them gradually heading towards death.

As usual, he brought the experimental product of this mission back to his peaceful residence.

The 337 is small, packed in a glass bottle, and placed next to those specimens.

The way it frightenedly shakes its tentacles at the bottom of the bottle is indeed extremely ugly.

Purcens didn't have time to take care of it, and went to read the previous experiment reports again.

The next day, I received a call from the dean, asking to withdraw 337.

Purcens offered to refuse.

One is that he doesn't believe that 337's tentacle, which is not as thick as a thumb, can wrap around his neck and suffocate him, and the other is that if 337 really has the ability of 958, things will be interesting.

Back in the laboratory, Purcens actually saw the scene where it was trying to heal the mouse's wound.

The mouse is all white, and the 337 is all black.

The two black tentacles pressed on both sides of the wound, preventing the blood from flowing out, and it hoped that the scar would disappear.

Its body is covered with knife marks, and even its eyes have been taken away.

This ugly thing is kind.

But kindness is never useless.

He taunted it again, but it just hid its tentacles, lay quietly on the tray, and looked at him with its only small eye.

He felt it.

From taking over 337, the moment when I saw the pity in 337's eyes, and at this time 337 tried to save the mouse that lost its breath.

These all confirm that it has empathy.