Mermaid Feeding Rules

"Boyce? What are you thinking?" Ivy put his hand on Boyce's shoulder and asked.

"I just kind of miss my cat," Boyce replied.

"Cat?" Ivy also likes this kind of furry creature, "It's a pity that the institute can't keep cats."

"By the way," Ivy suddenly changed the subject, "I heard Julianna say something very interesting."

"what?"

"You can talk to her more when you have time. She has worked here for decades and has a lot of stories to tell." Ivy blinked at him, and the gray-haired lady was hiding a lot of secrets .

"Let me think about it—" Ivy tilted his head, "tell me the story of the breeder."

"You should read the records. Most mermaids are not as ferocious as S-37. After being imprisoned for a long time, they will become weaker and weaker due to long-term lack of food."

"Of course, mermaid attacks still exist, just not frequently enough, because they need longer preparations in the case of chronic malnutrition, so although the keeper job at that time was not as shunned as it is now , but not many people are willing to accept it.”

"That was an experiment 20 years ago. The subject was s-5. It was a female mermaid that reached adulthood 40 years ago. According to its hormone test results, it should have been arrested when it was looking for a mate after reaching adulthood. "

"It sat in the lab for over 20 years until it was drained to the last drop of value - don't look at me that way I didn't make them do it -"

"The fat and blood in its body will be drawn out again, which will lead to its death, so the laboratory is preparing to conduct drug experiments on it. S-5 hates humans, but for some reason it is unexpectedly friendly to its breeder, Black. And Blake himself probably sees it as a beast of a shark type."

"They stayed together for 20 years until its last experiment, which involved Black."

"But in the end he tried to stop the experiment."

"Did he succeed?" Boyce asked.

"How is that possible?" Ivy said. "He failed."

"He was down for a while after S-5's death, but he picked himself up pretty quickly."

"But when everyone thought he was walking out, he left a letter and committed suicide."

"You can ask Juliana. The letter should be with her. It may have recorded what the mermaid said to Black before she died."

"You breeders always have an inexplicable sympathy for them." Ivey meant something, and Boyce looked away to avoid meeting his penetrating eyes.

"We are just an ordinary researcher in the research institute, but they are experimental subjects carefully protected by the whole research institute. So what if we sympathize with them, let them out?"

"So, what to do with so many impossible things, anyway, when we walked into this laboratory, we stood on the opposite side of them, that is a creature that can easily kill a person."

"It's time to go to work..." Ivy glanced at his watch, "I have to go."

"Don't do stupid things... Boyce, I hope you can live well." He left the last sentence and turned to leave.

Boyce also checked the time. At two o'clock in the afternoon, it was time to feed it.

There are a lot of fish floating on the surface of the water, and the fish that was fed in the morning has not moved. After soaking in the water for a long time, white flocs began to appear.

Boyce climbed onto the elevator, and when it didn't appear, Boyce was relieved, just in time to clean the fish tank a bit.

The fish that had begun to turn white and rot was picked up by the hook and thrown into the empty bucket—Boyce sent the fish back that had just been pushed in and brought another empty bucket.

While doing this, Boyce kept an eye on the surface of the water, and the anesthesia needle was placed on the right hand side, which could give it anesthesia at any time as long as it made aggressive movements.

Luckily it never showed up while cleaning, and Boyce hooked up all the fish he could get his hands on, a job that took him hours.

Putting the retractable hook on the cart, Boyce pushed the bucket full of fish to the waste disposal room.

Boyce wiped his sweat and handed the cart to Bonnard: "Boyce, please."

Bonnard poured the fish into the incinerator: "Did you get the fish out of the tank?"

"S-37 was injured, the carrion will affect the water quality and may cause infection."

"You are so kind." Bonnard sighed, but Boyce heard some sarcasm, "This kind of beast that only knows how to eat people is better off dead."

Boyce has always heard that there are several schools of thought on mermaids in the research institute, one of which has been advocating that as long as the mermaid corpses are studied to avoid casualties, it seems that Bonnard is one of them.

He frowned: "This kind of thing is too wild to be domesticated at all. It's better to kill it directly without preventing it from being used for medicine..."

Boyce greeted him with a few words, and Bonnard returned the cart to him after cooking the fish: "Okay, let's go."

-

"A letter from Blake?"

Juliana frowned: "Why are you breeders always interested in this letter?"

Thinking of something, she asked, "Ivy told you again?"

After getting an affirmative answer, she complained softly: "That kid always gives me trouble."

Juliana rummaged through the archives, but couldn't find the letter. She began to think about those who had borrowed the letter, and finally settled on a face.

"Zoe!"

Juliana remembered: "He borrowed this letter before, but he passed away before returning it... Poor child." Juliana felt a little regretful, "The letter may be in his room, which is your current room , if it's still in the Institute it should be there."

"Thank you." After thanking Juliana, Boyce went back to the room to find the letter Ivy had mentioned.

drawer?

Wardrobe?

Or bed board?

Boyce fumbled around the corners of the room little by little, but to no avail.

Looking at the bottom of the closet out of the corner of the eye, Boyce noticed that the closet in the middle was a little taller than the two sides.

Will it be here?

Boyce inserted the steel ruler into the crack between the wooden boards, felt the wooden board shake slightly, and lifted it with a little force, revealing a yellowed letter and a notebook.

Boyce picked up the notebook and saw that it was signed by Zoe Fries.

Putting the notebook under the pillow, Boyce opened Blake's letter first.

In the first line of the letter is the sentence "I am guilty".

"I feel guilty for what I've done...she's so smart and when I try to communicate with her I feel like I'm facing a human being, even though she doesn't look like us and doesn't have the same language system .However, there are also different skin colors and different language classifications among humans...I even think that we and them are like different branches of humans in the sea and land..."

"...when I felt like she was a human being and could no longer call her that, I felt guilty for what I had done... I strapped an intelligent life to a laboratory table and took flesh and blood from her , bone marrow...for profit..."

"She's dead."

"I thought I would soon forget about her and walk out of the shadow of killing her. However, I was wrong. After half a month after her death, the guilt and guilt came back to me, and it became more and more serious day by day. heavy."

"I regret……"