After several high-concentration anesthesia needles went down, the monster finally shrank and fell to the ground, motionless.
Feng Yeran couldn't believe it. Because he seemed to hear the meat nugget calling him "Ye'er, Ye'er"! This is something that has never happened before. Even the fetus with the highest IQ can't learn to distinguish people from birth, and has even been able to speak and call people without being taught. And this nickname is only called by my mother. Just a coincidence.
The accident resulted in one death and three injuries. Fortunately, it was the cloned/clone mother that died. This type of mother was used exclusively for experiments and had no conscious thoughts and feelings. Just like an experimental device made of a human body, it was completely controlled by a computer. The most seriously injured was Gao Chuan. His left forearm was eaten clean and he had to install a prosthesis.
Little monsters are locked up in electric prisons - absolutely terrifying places for newborn babies, where weak species are locked up and sentenced to death. Because there are full of terrifyingly deformed and incomplete experimental objects, and in a space full of hostility without enough food, they must learn to survive in cannibalism.
And the little monster should be thankful, after all, he was not shot on the spot.
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After this incident, almost no one thought the experiment was a success, except Feng Yeran. Maybe it was because Feng Yeran was running out of time, so he stubbornly ignored all the conditions of the little monster that did not match his expectations, thinking that it was a success and that it must be his hope. Maybe it was because only Feng Yeran heard the little monster's cry.
No matter how busy he is, Feng Yeran goes to see it every day. Talk to it every day as if it were still in the mother's body. He observes the subtleties and records everything he gets that day in a pure black leather diary.
December 26
I could barely sleep last night and I was so scared it would just go away. Early this morning, I went to the electric prison to see it, and found that the prison was a lot empty, and it was still there, great! Old Zhang, who guarded the electric prison, told me: "It's an incredible monster. He helped me pull up ten hours of footage. No. 347 actually ate the "boss" in the electric prison! And the speed is very fast, it is almost invisible in the dark to catch and eat.
When I was about to leave, I found it was "looking" at me on the glass. It seems to be a little bigger than yesterday, still has no eyes, the tentacles on its body move slightly, it seems to be very excited, even the door is shaking, it is obvious what it is saying, we can't hear it through the thick glass. To tell the truth, this feeling is not good, and it is that heavy feeling, as if the air is thickened, something is squeezing our head, the back of our head is tense, and our ears are ringing all the time. Lao Zhang kept complaining and took out his gun. I felt really uncomfortable and disgusting, and I sat on the ground unconsciously.
Strangely enough, that feeling soon disappeared. After I recovered, I found it was still "staring" at me through the glass. It tapped the glass with one tentacle, and the other drooped, reminding me of a somewhat discouraged puppy.
December 27
I just remembered that this little guy was born at Christmas, what a good day, but unfortunately it caused a disaster. Accidentally discovered its eyes today, they are in the flesh/seam, very small, and you can't really see them unless you look closely. It's so small that it doesn't seem to be able to open its eyes yet, but I can feel it trying.
I really couldn't stand it and it continued to prey on the same kind, so I brought it eggs, milk, chicken, etc. I watched it through the glass for two hours, but it didn't eat it. I tried drinking milk in front of it and eating chicken with relish. Sure enough, after a while it moved towards the food and began to chew bit by bit. It's kind of funny how it looks disgusted.
December 28
Its habits and characteristics are contrary to the current relevant information of the Adesel, and sometimes I even doubt whether the genes were mistaken in the original experiment. But sometimes, I feel inexplicably convinced that everything is right. Maybe it's just an immature premature baby, and its appearance, limbs, etc. all need to be developed after birth. His eyes are more pronounced today, and I can feel his body developing in the growing flesh.
And his intelligence cannot be doubted. Every time I go, it appears early, sometimes it stretches, sometimes its tentacles curl up seem to tell its emotions. It's very good at imitating, imitating me eating, even imitating me sitting on a chair with my cheeks propped up, it's very smart.
December 29
It loves music and is easily influenced by it. The rhythmic music excites it, and the quiet light music makes it fall asleep quickly.
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January 2
Didn't go yesterday because I fainted. Since the night before yesterday, the lower part of the stomach has been hurting badly, and the medicine has not improved. As soon as I got home, I fainted, but luckily I didn't hit anywhere.
I was shocked when I went to see it today. I actually heard the baby's cry, sometimes sharp, sometimes dull, and sometimes hurriedly like it was about to choke to death. I was sweating profusely, and asked Lao Zhang what happened. Lao Zhang shook his head: I don't think so.
It was sick and had a high fever caused by chicken pox. It was hot and sweating all over, and the chickenpox looked terrifying. If it goes on like this for one night, it will die. I ignored Lao Zhang's dissuasion and took it from the electric prison to the closed laboratory, and gave it an emergency injection of drugs to cool it down. Its consciousness is blurred, the eyes and tentacles that can be seen at ordinary times have completely disappeared, and it has returned to its original ugly appearance, and it has a strong peculiar smell, which is indescribable. It resisted all the drugs, struggled with convulsions, and then remained motionless as if asleep. Around three in the morning, I heard its intermittent cries again. I quickly took a thermometer to test its temperature, but found that a white and hard "skin" had formed on the surface of its body, reminding me of silkworm cocoons, or snake skin. I haven't looked at any relevant records and have absolutely no idea what to do. I tried to peel it off, but found that the skin was quite hard. And its cries gradually subsided, and the heart-like part is still beating. I believe it will survive.
January 3
It didn't cry and it didn't wake up.
January 4
It is deforming and getting bigger. But it still didn't wake up. I'm so worried it's just like this...
January 5
There was no movement at all.
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January 8
pain. It hurts. How much time do I have? I don't care about the cold words around me, I just hope it wakes up soon. The doctor advised me to be hospitalized immediately, but I knew that my constitution was no longer suitable for surgery. I felt that once I was hospitalized, I couldn't get out of the hospital. Rather than lying in pain, wait hopefully.
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January 13
I had a dream that when I walked into the lab, I saw a huge cocoon. Thick, white filaments wrap it in layers, covering the entire room. I travel through silk threads, like walking in a maze. Suddenly, in a flash of light, I saw the cocoon burst open, and countless, azure-blue butterflies spewed out of it—
I ran to the lab to see it, but it still didn't move.
I stayed by its side all the time, talking to it as if it were still in the mother's body. I think it can be heard.
January 15
I can't believe it until now, it's all like a dream.
Yesterday I had another very real dream, I dreamed that I was back in my childhood and I cried and told my mother that I had a stomachache. My mother let me lie on her lap, rubbed my stomach gently with her hands, and kept telling me: Ye Er, Ye Er, don't cry, don't cry, rubbing it will not hurt. Her slightly yellowed hair was very soft, hanging down from above and curving. She always looked at me tenderly, occasionally looking out the window with a smile in her eyes.
When I woke up, my body was much better. My eyes were blurry, but I felt someone touch my face, fingers warm.
It's so unbelievable... I at least asked myself a hundred times in my heart: Feng Yeran, are you sure you're not dreaming
A boy who appeared to be only one or two years old was sitting in a broken cocoon, wrapped in silk threads. He has soft, jet-black curly hair, white and red skin, and the blue pupils in his big eyes are indescribably beautiful, reminding me of countless butterflies in my dream, all of the same color... He His body is not yet fully developed, some of his skin is uneven, and he even has a stench, but it is this ugliness that proves his identity.
Break cocoon into a butterfly. It was the only word that popped into my head at the time.
But my sanity simply cannot admit that such a thing could happen. A piece of meat, a monster, how could such an exaggerated change occur in just a few days? There is no book about Adesir that says they can metamorphose like fully metamorphosed insects...
My mind was in chaos, and then I saw him reach out and touch my cheek. I touched it subconsciously, and he was actually touching my tears. He looked at me with wide eyes, like an expressionless doll, as if wondering what the liquid was.
I knew he couldn't possibly understand what I was talking about, but I couldn't help but ask, "Are you really a little monster? It's incredible... How did you do it?"
He looked up into my eyes, and suddenly smiled. The voice of his mouth was still a little vague, but I knew he was constantly shouting: "Ye'er... Ye'er..."
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The little monster gave Feng Yeran hope.
He made Feng Yeran feel that this life would not be for nothing. A ferocious piece of carrion without any facial features could actually evolve into a human-like appearance in just over half a month, from chickenpox fever to the point of dying, to a trace of fever and no scars all over the body. The appearance, whether in terms of growth rate, self-healing ability, or whatever, has never been seen before, which is amazing. According to this situation, his growth potential in the future will be infinite.
Feng Yeran dedicated all his time to the little monster. He reported the matter of 347 little monsters to the dean, and he was approved by the dean. The dean said that as long as 347 is harmless to people, it can continue to be raised. Even the director of Feng Yeran, who was always in trouble before, praised him implicitly, saying that 347 has unlimited potential, and it is completely possible to study the secrets of transformation in him, study his brain, his flesh and blood, and stimulate his special functions that are different from human beings. . If these studies are successful, his official launch at the age of 18 will shock mankind. After that, Feng Yeran became the head of 347.
It was obvious that Feng Yeran's health was already deteriorating, but this good thing had strongly inspired him. As long as he could stand up by himself, he would accompany the little monster alive and well. He gradually cultivated little monsters to wear food and rest like humans, and brought him a lot of fairy tales, comics, small picture albums and so on like nurturing children.
The little monster learns very fast, and is particularly interested in Feng Yeran.
For example this thing:
Due to work reasons, Feng Yeran always wears a name tag on his neck. The little monster always likes to play the famous brand with his chubby little hands, and trace the words on it seriously. Then slowly said: "fen... ye... let... "
At this time, Feng Yeran couldn't help laughing and corrected him word by word. Although the little monsters at this time occasionally learn to speak, they still can't read, let alone write. Feng Yeran's name is still too difficult for a baby.
After the little monster had studied it a few times, he took out his picture book, held the pencil and scribbled on it bitterly.
Feng Yeran thought he was losing his temper, but when he looked at it, he found out that he had written many, many words on it, all of which were his own name! However, his writing is not very good. For him, "ye" and "ran" are difficult to write, so he wrote a lot of "feng", often only the right side of "ye", and very little "ran". .
When the little monster saw Feng Yeran approaching, he pointed to the words on the paper and said, "Name... word! Feng... Ye... ran."
His pronunciation is already very standard, and his voice is soft and very cute.
"Awesome!"
Feng Yeran couldn't help rubbing his cat-like soft hair.
It suddenly occurred to me that the little monster doesn't have a name yet, so I can't keep calling him Little Monster or 347.
"What's your name?" Feng Yeran asked.
The little monster pointed to the name on the paper: "Feng... Ye Ran!"
"Haha, that's my name. Now we're going to name you."
"Feng Yeran~"
"It's getting more and more familiar. But we can't call them the same name, otherwise how can we tell them apart?"
The little monster looked puzzled, but suddenly pouted, as if I had to call it such a name.
Feng Yeran shook his head helplessly, thought for a while, and circled two words on the page with a pencil: "Feng" and "Hua".
"When you write 'Ye', you always write less and write a lot, and you write a lot of 'Hua'. It seems that you like this word very much. Then you can just call it Feng Hua."
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"Little idiot, I mean, I'll call you Feng Hua in the future!"
"Bee... flower?"
—To be continued
The author has something to say:
The kids have been waiting for a long time!
Thank you very much for the rocket launcher thrown by Kongming Yinyuan, giving you a big one~
Thank you very much for the grenade that I feigned to throw, hug it =3=
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Thank you so much for the secretly dropped mine, Mua~
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