[After scratching the weasel on the 20th, he seeks shelter in your arms. The angry weasel asks you to hand over number 20. Your choice is:
A. to surrender
B. do not pay]
He Ruge chose B without hesitation. He looked at the little white tiger in his arms, and his heart filled with tenderness.
Don't be afraid, I will protect you.
... If I could act like a spoiled child, I would love you even more!
you
[No one can destroy the experiment at will, the life and death of No. 20 is not in your control, you are always so impulsive, weasel.]
Weasel
[Ha, good, very good...]
[Weasel approaches you and No. 20, then he unzips his pants]
He Ruge pushed the frame of the mirror with a bewildered expression, suspecting that he was dazzled.
The weasel on the screen is wearing a pair of magical pants, and the pants have two zippers, one in the front and the other in the back. The weasel angrily unzipped the back zipper, revealing a long yellow tail, which stood up suddenly, and then , he sprayed out a mist of stinky liquid!
Weasel
[He attacked you and No. 20 with odor glands, you were dizzy, nauseated and vomited, No. 20 couldn't help spitting up after smelling it]
He Ruge: "… "
What a sand sculpture game this is.
Weasel put on the zipper and walked to He Ruge.
The little white tiger in his arms was lying in He Ruge's arms, looking weak and weak, but seeing the yellow weasel in front of him, he still waved his small paws fiercely.
Weasel
[Give him to me, measurement data is something that must be done, don't forget it, shark.]
shark
He Ruge looked at this title, and a guess emerged in his heart. The name of the NPC is the name of their prototype, the weasel is commonly known as the weasel, and it will emit a stench when encountering enemies.
Is his prototype in the game a mermaid? Is it so cool
He Ruge's thoughts diverged for a while and refocused on the game.
The screen is going through the plot, and He Ruge cannot be allowed to choose at all. After the mouse clicks on Huang Weasel's dialog box, He Ruge's own dialog box pops up.
you
[When measuring data, I want to look at you.]
Weasel
[Tsk, you are holding No. 20, and I will put an instrument on him.]
After Huang Wee finished speaking, he took out the metal helmet and prepared to put it on the little white tiger. He Ruge was originally worried that the little white tiger would struggle desperately, but the little white tiger's performance was very calm, yes, compared to other shivering cubs, the little white tiger's posture was even calm.
He stayed in He Ruge's arms, hummed lightly, and did not dodge or hide from the helmet in Huang Weasel's hand. When Huang Weasel pressed the red button on the helmet, the little white tiger hugged He Ruge's arm silently.
If it wasn't for the slight trembling of his body, the little white tiger would be as quiet as sleeping.
During the measurement, the little white tiger groaned like a dream.
number 20
[… ouch "uncomfortable"]
When the measurement was over, the little white tiger bared his teeth with great effort and stared at Huang Weasel, He Ruge suddenly remembered "Angry Birds", if he could adapt this game, he might change it to "Angry Little White Tiger" ".
Tie the little white tiger to the slingshot, aim at the yellow weasel in the distance, and shoot it out with a loud bang.
Although thinking about it this way, the little white tiger is really bad. But always full of energy, either angry or the little white tiger on the road... Really cute. Even if she's not coquettish, she's still cute.
He Ruge quietly looked at the weak little white tiger on the screen, even with his teeth and claws showing his bluff, his heart suddenly felt a little sore.
He remembered the "uncomfortable" sound of the little white tiger during the measurement.
His little white tiger should be the mighty king of beasts. How could he be trapped in a small compartment and bully any weasel
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"Give him to me, measurement data is something that must be done, don't forget, shark."
shark
Tiger ears moved slightly. The staff of Xinghai Orphanage do not use their real names, but use their code names, which are usually their prototypes.
The merman only exists in legends, and the prototype of He Ruge cannot be the merman, but may be a creature in the sea.
When Xi Guican was distracted, Huang Wee did not know when he came to him, his intact left eye stared at him maliciously, and the spiritual sea stimulator in his hand was slowly approaching.
The metal helmet lit by the pale light is full of coldness.
When he saw this torture tool that brought him countless pains, Xi Guican twitched the corners of his mouth and let out a very light sneer.
He really wants to know more and more who developed this game, and every game plot can poke at the deepest scars in his heart.
Reason was broken every inch, and for a moment, Xi Guican wanted to rush out and blind Huang Wee's left eye. Because when he is ill, killing will lessen that pain.
But his claws were gently grasped by a pair of hands. Those hands were very white, lustrous white, like precious and fragile porcelain, and they would shatter if they were not careful.
The loose confinement, the person who hugged him didn't use much strength at all, such a gentle hug, like a protector, hugged him into his arms.
This is the first time that Xi Guican has been protected, even in a fake game, even if the person protecting him is a game character composed of data.
In his life, it seems that he has never been hugged by anyone, let alone hugged carefully like a treasure at this moment.
The little paw moved slightly imperceptibly, but it seemed to be worrying about something and didn't move.
I'm not worried about him, I'm not afraid of him being embarrassed, this person is just a game character, how could I care about him
When the gap between the enemy and the enemy is huge, strategic compromise is the correct approach.
Xi Guican didn't know what he was thinking in a mess, but in the chaotic thoughts, his mood gradually stabilized, and he was very calm and at a loss to be put on the sea of consciousness stimulator.
The red button is pressed.
"Bang!"
The dazzling white light annihilated everything, and the loud noise exploded in the ear, like an energy bomb exploded around! The overwhelming pain came from the corpse and the bones. The fine stinging pain was like a long needle piercing the brain one after another. The long and bone-cutting pain continued to spread, from the internal organs to the limbs.
The little white tiger is like a dead little animal, curled up stiffly in the arms of the young man.
Xi Guican never imagined that this game could be restored to such an extent that the originally calm sea of spiritual consciousness began to roll, and the bone-piercing pain came in waves like a tidal wave—
[Dip - It is detected that the player's spiritual consciousness fluctuates. Warm reminder, this link is in the treatment stage and will not hurt the player. Please relax!]
[Drop - the player is in a weak state, the stinky gland attack of the weasel ※ hallucination ※ takes effect]
Xi Guican couldn't hear any sound. The injured area in the sea of psychic consciousness was constantly stimulated, and the pain spread rapidly. He gritted his teeth and refused to make any sound.
Because of the swirl mental emptiness, his spiritual consciousness was riddled with holes, and the severe pain at this time was like a heavy hammer.
Xi Guican remembered many things, many things that he forcibly forgot and did not want to recall. How can you remember it so clearly? That's right, he was originally a monster, and he was born to know it and never forget it.
He remembered that the first day he was thrown into the 20th iron compartment in room B6, he didn't cry, and he was in a peaceful mood, because the hot milk was delicious.
He was reluctant to drink too fast, but he was too hungry, so he had to finish it quickly.
The little rabbit on the 19th was crying and saying "uncomfortable", and then called his mother in a milky voice. Because he cried too much and his words were slurred, he put his ear against the iron wall and called out "Mom" ignorantly. ".
The bunny's mother did not respond to her child. His mother wouldn't respond to him either.
Because the woman died in the cockpit.
He vaguely knew all this. As a little monster, he knows a little about a lot of things. For example, when the little rabbit called out "Mom", the face of the dead woman appeared in his mind.
Although he was born to know it, but compared to other cubs, there are more things in his mind, and he doesn't know everything. Just like the interstellar language, he can understand the general meaning, but he can't say it.
The little rabbit kept crying, and he fell asleep listening to the cry. When he woke up the next morning, he didn't hear the little rabbit's cry, and felt a little uncomfortable for some reason, so he put his ear against the iron wall and made a soft "Ow".
But this time, there was no response from the bunny gugujiji.
He sat back in the cotton nest with some regret, and waited obediently for breakfast milk. The waiting time was always long. He was not impatient and slowly licked his paws.
Just as he was licking away, the cub's panic-stricken screams startled him. The little white tiger sat in the cotton nest at a loss, not knowing what was going on.
The iron gates were opened one by one, and different cubs let out the same pained wailing.
Only on the 19th, there was no sound. The child died of illness. The breath of death that Xi Guican was most familiar with filled the air. He was very sensitive to this smell. When he smelled the breath of death, the alarm bell in his mind rang desperately.
But even if he knew there was danger, he couldn't break free from the adult's strong restraint, shook his head desperately, and finally put on the helmet.
Endless pain.
This was the beginning of the nightmare of his life.
He is an unfortunate little monster, loved and loved by no one, even if he was born to know it, but no one taught him to speak. He only has two words, one is "mom" and the other is "suffering".
Mom has slept forever.
So he cried and cried "suffering".
But the desperate situation did not improve in any way. Why talk to others and communicate with each other? Since there is no answer, why talk.
Memories twisted like a vortex, and the door to compartment 20 was pushed open again. It's just that the person who came in this time didn't have a mental sea stimulator in his hand.
It was a young man with black hair and black eyes. His whole body was shrouded in holy light, like an angel descending to earth. There was a whisper in the ear, soft and gentle, so gentle that one could shed tears:
"Can I talk to you?"
The author has something to say: The previous article has been revised, and the eight experiments have been changed to six
To explain again, depending on the perspective, the game style is similar to 3D animation
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