Mermaid Feeding Rules

After watching S-37 completely disappear from sight, Boyce retracted his gaze, packed up the materials he brought over, and went to the laboratory that Cyril had assigned to him.

Boyce poured out the waste liquid that failed again, and pressed his somewhat sore neck.

The door of the laboratory was not closed. There were some hurried footsteps in the corridor. Several experimenters passed by the corridor. Boyce looked up, and they were going in the direction of Cyril's office.

Matthew came out after hearing the movement. He glanced in their direction and turned to see Boyce.

"It's someone from District F."

There are currently five mermaids surviving in the research institute, and the area surrounding these five mermaids is divided into five areas from A to F, each area is mainly responsible for one mermaid.

Boyce remembered that Section F was primarily responsible for S-19.

"It should be something happened on the 19th." Matthew explained to Boyce with some strangeness.

"S-19 has been very weak this year, and the F area should have asked the teacher to help." The research direction of each area is different, and Cyril's laboratory is the one with the deepest research direction on the treatment of mermaids.

It didn't take long for Boyce to see Cyril come out with them, followed by an assistant, holding a small box. Seeing Boyce and Matthew, Cyril stopped and motioned for the two of them to follow.

This is the first time Boyce has seen a merman other than S-37.

s-19 is a red male mermaid, it is completely different from s-37.

Probably because of being trapped in the research institute for many years, its body is very weak, a thin layer of flesh covers the skeleton, and about a third of the scales are missing from the red fish tail, revealing pale skin, The remaining scales are also somewhat dull.

It was like a dying fish, lying at the bottom of a pool that had been drained of water, the gills behind the ears were open, and a strand of blood slowly slipped down its chin and dripped onto the ground.

But even so, its eyes are still fierce.

"It's dying." Matthew next to Boyce said suddenly.

Boyce looked at him subconsciously, the expression on Matthew's face was very flat, his eyes fell on the almost immobile mermaid inch by inch, as if he had already dissected it.

Considering the current physical condition of s-19, they reduced the concentration of the anesthetic.

The treatment for s-19 went smoothly. Cyril took off his gloves and was relieved to see the data on the instrument gradually approaching the normal value.

"How long will it live?" an experimenter in Section F asked Cyril.

"It depends on the situation." Cyril wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Boyce packed up the equipment aside, the mermaid's self-healing ability is extremely strong, as long as it is properly healed, it can always recover.

He recalled the data he had seen, and if not, he would have to wait at least a month, but the lab couldn't have given it that long.

"Can I do it next week?" The man in Section F frowned, "At most a week, otherwise the progress of the experiment won't catch up."

He glanced down at the subject: "Put it back in the pool."

A few experimenters stepped forward according to the words, and the mermaid, who was lying weakly on the experimental table, suddenly broke away from the person beside him and rushed towards Boyce.

"Watch out!"

Boyce turned back subconsciously, only to hear a "bang", the red-tailed mermaid fell on the ground not far from him, the wound that was about to heal opened again because of its movements, it completely lost its strength and fell to the ground, Both hands struggled to hold up their body. It raised its head and stared at Boyce with deep hatred in its eyes.

Until it was taken away by other experimenters, it continued to stare at Boyce, ignoring the others around him.

Matthew took a photo of Boyce, who seemed to be distracted: "What are you thinking?"

Boyce pressed the doubts in his heart and shook his head: "How long has S-19 been in the institute?"

"It's been a long time." Matthew thought for a while, "Probably more than ten years."