Mermaid Feeding Rules

Boyce had another nightmare.

The giant snake with no specific face wrapped around him, and he was a little breathless under the heavy weight. Even in a dream, he stretched out his hand to try to push the weight off his body.

Then I encountered a chill, something smooth and cold slowly brushed my palm, and then the weight on my body finally moved away, Boyce's frowning brows slowly loosened, and instinctively moved towards the other side of the bed. One side leaned against the wall.

After waking up, Boyce pinched his body subconsciously, as if the heaviness in the dream had been brought out of reality.

Boyce glanced at the side of the bed, Garcia had already woken up, the bed on the floor had been tidied up by him and put back into the cabinet, there was a slight sound of water in the bathroom, Garcia should be in the bathroom.

Boyce glanced at the bathroom door, then lifted the quilt.

I didn't notice that there was an unresolved depression next to the traces I had slept in.

After Boyce got up from the bed, the sound of the water in the bathroom also stopped, and soon, the mermaid opened the bathroom door, and the water was still dripping on the bathroom tiles.

Boyce walked over and gave him a dry towel, letting him wipe the water off his fish tail.

However, Garcia did not move, but looked at Boyce with obvious intentions.

Boyce glanced at him and handed him the shirt he was holding in the other hand: "Wipe it yourself, wipe it clean and change your clothes."

It used to be strange for Garcia to wear clothes in the water when he was in the breeding room, but now that Boyce and Garcia live together, watching him walk around in his dormitory with his upper body naked is always a little uncomfortable.

I simply dug out a few oversized clothes from my closet, changed them a little, and gave them to Garcia.

Garcia took the clothes in his hand, lowered his head and sniffed in the clothes, suddenly remembering that Boyce, who was going to tell him something, turned his head and saw this scene.

Garcia raised his head and looked at Boyce: "You smell very light on your clothes."

His eyes fell on Boyce's clothes.

Boyce subconsciously tugged at his clothes: "You can't wear this dress."

Garcia looked at him for a while, then looked away in disappointment. He looked down at the clothes in his hands, thinking about the possibility of letting it wear on Boyce for a day.

"Don't think about it." Boyce's tone was a little tough, and he asked him to put on his clothes immediately.

…

Boyce arrived at the lab a little later than usual because of Garcia.

After entering the laboratory, Boyce felt that the atmosphere was a little too quiet.

He looked around and saw that most of the people were there.

Matthew's work card is on his desk, but no one is here.

Boyce touched a colleague next to him and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

"You came late today and didn't see Matthew and Karl had a fight."

Boyce was a little surprised, after all, Matthew had always been very open-minded in the research institute, and he basically never blushed with his colleagues in the same group.

Boyce remembered what happened yesterday and asked him, "Is it because of Professor Cyril?"

"Yes." He nodded, "Carl doesn't know what's wrong with him today. He got angry when he saw Matthew, and then they had a fight."

Boyce looked into the laboratory subconsciously, and Carl didn't seem to be here either.

"Don't look, the two of them went out."

"Going out?" Boyce wondered, "Why are you still going out when it's time for work?"

"Karl said that Professor Cyril took the medicine privately. After Matthew and him quarreled, he said that he was going to test the medicine for some reason..."

He glanced at the door: "They haven't come back yet."

"Both Matthew and Carl gone?"

"Yes." The colleague who spoke nodded, "They picked three random ones and took them away. If there is any problem, they will check the rest."

Boyce heard him sigh: "After all, the s-37 is gone too, and one less one is gone."

The z-III will expire soon after being opened, and the samples will be useless after testing. If there are no problems with the three tested samples, the remaining drugs will be sealed.

They can't really waste the rest of the samples just for their guesswork.

Boyce and the others were talking, and Matthew and Carl walked in.

They still have the test results in their hands.

Matthew's eyes were dark and tired, but his tone was firm: "As I said, the teacher is not such a person."

Someone stepped forward and took the report from Matthew, looked down at it, and told the others.

"The three tested are all Z-III agents."

Everyone was talking when a man suddenly ran over. He held the door frame for a while, then stood up straight.

The visitor said breathlessly: "Something happened!"

"What's the matter?" Boyce and the others thought, there shouldn't be anything major happening recently.

The tone of the person at the door was a little panicky: "The news from the investor...it's Collins..."

"Collins has cyan scales..."

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