"Louis, he's awake."

Job beside him talked to him: "It seems that he has adapted well to life on land."

Louis took the tissue from Job and wiped his hands.

He looked up at the surveillance screen in front of him.

I saw that the surveillance was divided into dozens of screens, looking at the "people" inside from different angles and directions.

He is considered human because he has extremely beautiful facial features and a handsome appearance.

But he can't be counted as a person, because he has a long blue fish tail.

Like a merman in a fairy tale, he curled up on the bed, his snow-white complexion almost blending with the white sheets.

He slowly opened his eyes, revealing blue pupils that were as transparent as jewels.

"gorgeous."

No matter how many times he looks at it, Louis finds his beauty beguiling.

When he was a child, this sense of amazement was not serious, but as time passed, Louis found it more and more difficult to take his eyes off him.

Job also stared straight at the merman in the picture.

The merman in the picture glanced at the monitor lightly.

That glance suddenly snatched their hearts away like a hook, and for a moment, they all had the idea of ​​trying to possess it.

But soon, they calmed down.

It was a strange beast.

An unknown beast.

No matter how much he looks like a human, it is impossible to become the same kind of human.

Louis recovered.

He tried his best to calm himself down, suppressing the throbbing in his heart with a cold voice.

"How's his hormone level?"

Job also looked away, and he began to report: "According to your instructions, we have prepared specific food for him for a month to keep his estrogen level within a certain range."

"Although his appearance hasn't changed much, judging from his hormone levels, he has indeed reached the point where he can conceive."

"Professor, we're really going to have him and number 302..."

Louis glanced at Job.

"Experimentation is paramount."

"As long as new possibilities are created, the experiment is successful."

What if not?

Job subconsciously wanted to ask back, but he still didn't say anything.

He took a deep look at the merman under surveillance.

"Get over there ready."

Lewis said, "Bring number 302 and we'll separate them after they've been bred successfully."

"Oh, by the way, let them feed less medicine, at least let 302 maintain a certain strength to breed with 301."

"understood."

Job sighed.

He continued with the order, and even personally supervised these people to send the huge, closed iron box into the 301 laboratory.

Numerous well-dressed researchers pointed the only exit of the iron box at the mermaid's bedroom.

A cold breath floated out from the iron box.

It seems that something is about to appear.

Even Louis also arrived at the scene, and at the same time brought many fighters wearing mechs.

In the pure white spacious bedroom, the mermaid on the bed was already curled up at the head of the bed.

He stared at the exit of the iron box, the hairs all over his body stood up, a feeling of being targeted spontaneously arose.

... 302?

...Could it be him?

Sharks don't know.

But he still had hope, even if he was approached by the cold, the feeling of danger made him want to escape.

Suddenly there was a thumping sound from inside the dark iron box door.

This sound hit the shark's heart like a drumbeat.

He saw a scaly hand with sharp nails.

With the palms back, the owner of the body slowly appeared in front of him.

That is……

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