Chapter 5 ,build

“Boyce? What are you thinking?” Ivey put his hand on Boyce’s shoulder and asked.

“I just miss my cat,” Boyce replied.

“Cat?” Ivey also likes this furry creature, “It’s a pity that the institute can’t keep cats.”

“By the way,” Ivey suddenly changed the subject, “I heard Juliana say some very interesting things.”

“what?”

“You can chat with her when you have time. She has worked here for decades and has many stories to tell.” Ivey winked at him, the gray-haired lady was hiding a lot of secrets .

“Let me think-” Ivey tilted his head, “Tell me the story of the breeder.”

“You should have read the records, most merfolk are not as vicious as s-37, and after being held for a long time they will become weaker and weaker due to chronic lack of food.”

“Of course, merman attacks still exist, but not as often because they take longer to prepare in the face of chronic malnutrition, so while the breeder jobs back then weren’t as evasive as they are now , but not many people intended to accept it.”

“It was an experiment twenty years ago. The subject was s-5, a female mermaid who became an adult forty years ago. Based on the results of her hormone tests, she should have been killed when she was looking for a mate in adulthood. catch.”

“It’s been in the lab for over twenty years until it’s been drained to the last drop of value—don’t look at me that way, I didn’t ask them to—”

“The oil and blood from his body would have killed him again, so the lab was going to experiment with drugs on him. The s-5 hated humans, but for some reason he was unexpectedly friendly to his keeper, Black. And Blake himself probably saw it as a shark or something.”

“They were together for twenty years, until its last experiment, in which Blake was involved.”

“But in the end he tried to stop the experiment.”

Boyce asked, “Did he succeed?”

“How is that possible?” Ivey said. “He failed.”

“He was down for a while after S-5 died, but he recovered quickly.”

“But just when everyone thought he was coming out he left a letter and committed suicide.”

“You can ask Juliana, the letter should be with her, and maybe it’s a note of what the merman said to Blake before he died.”

“You breeders will always have an inexplicable sympathy for them.” Ivey pointed to something, Boyce looked away, avoiding his eyes that saw everything.

“We are just an ordinary researcher in the research institute. They are the experimental subjects that the entire research institute protects with all their hearts. What can we do with sympathy and 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. Those are creatures that can easily kill a person.”

“It’s time to go to work…” Ivey glanced at his watch, “I have to go.”

“Don’t do stupid things… Boyce, I hope you can live well.” He left his last words and turned to leave.

Boyce also looked at the time. At two o’clock in the afternoon, it was time to feed it.

There were a lot of fish floating on the water, and the fish fed in the morning didn’t move either. After soaking in the water for a long time, white flocs began to appear.

Boyce boarded the lift, it didn’t appear, Boyce breathed a sigh of relief, just in time to clear the fish tank a little.

The fish, which was beginning to turn white and rotten, was hooked up by the hook and thrown into the empty bucket—Boyce sent the fish that had just been pushed back in and took another empty bucket.

Boyce watched the water as he did this, and the needle was placed on his right hand, ready to give him a shot whenever he made aggressive moves.

Luckily it didn’t show up during the cleanup, and Boyce hooked up all the fish he could get, a job that took him hours.

Putting the retractable iron 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: “Bonard, please.”

Bonnard poured the fish into the incinerator: “Did you fish out the fish from the tank?”

“S-37 is injured, and the carrion affects the water quality and may cause infection.”

“You are so kind.” Bonnard sighed, but there was some irony in Boyce’s ears. “This beast, which only knows how to eat people, is better dead.”

Boyce has always heard that there are several groups of ideas about mermaids in the research institute. One group has always advocated that only the merman corpses should be studied to avoid casualties. It seems that Bonnard is one of them.

He frowned: “This kind of thing is too wild, it is impossible to tame it, it is better to kill it directly without preventing it from being used for medicine…”

Boyce complied with a few words, and Bonnard returned the cart to him after the fish was cooked: “Come on, let’s go.”

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“A letter left by Blake?”

Juliana frowned. “Why are you breeders always interested in this letter?”

Thinking of something, she asked, “Is it what Ivey told you again?”

After getting a positive answer, she whispered, “That kid always causes me trouble.”

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

“Zoe!”

Juliana remembered: “He borrowed this letter before, but he died 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 Ive had mentioned.

drawer?

Wardrobe?

Or a bed plank?

Boyce groped the corners of the room little by little, but found nothing.

Out of the corner of his eye, he swept to the bottom of the wardrobe, Boyce found that the wardrobe in the middle was a little higher than the sides.

Will it be here?

Boyce took the steel ruler and inserted it into the slit between the wooden boards, feeling the wooden board shake slightly, and opened it with a little force, revealing a yellowed letter and a note.

Boyce picked up the notebook and found it was signed by Zoe Fleiss.

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 smart, and when I try to communicate with her, I feel like I’m facing a human, even though she doesn’t look like us and doesn’t have the same language system. However, there are also different skin color, different language classifications in humans…I even feel that we and them are like different branches of human beings in the sea and land…”

“…when I felt like a human, I couldn’t use it to call her anymore, I felt guilty for what I had done…I tied an intelligent being to the test bench, took the flesh, the marrow from her …for profit…”

“She’s dead.”

“I thought I would soon forget her and come out of the shadow of killing her. But I was wrong. Half a month after her death, the guilt and guilt came back to me, more and more day by day. heavy.”

“I regret…”