MTL - Mermaid Feeding Rules-Chapter 77

Hobbs picked up the things he had forgotten to take from his room, checked it carefully, and closed the door again.

It was getting a little late at night, and Hobbs yawned. It was inevitable that he had some complaints against Collins and felt that he was a little tossing.

But considering that in case Collins really woke up and found that he was not angry, Hobbs complained instead of complaining, but he quickened his pace, and even cleaned up his face before entering the door.

Hobbs opened the door carefully, the dormitory was quiet, the bedroom door was closed, and was hung on the back of the chair by Collins' next rope, and all the items were still in their original positions.

Hobbs breathed a sigh of relief, and squeezed sideways through the crack of the door. After changing his shoes, he lowered his head and was about to close the door when a pair of bare feet suddenly appeared in front of him.

Hobbs raised his head sharply and met the expressionless Collins at the door. He also went out after Hobbs went out, still wearing pajamas and shoes.

Hobbs didn't know where Collins had gone, his pajamas were a little wrinkled, and there was a faint vapor on his body.

"You..." Hobbs moved his lips, a little guilty in his eyes, turned sideways to let him in, and said dryly, "Where did you go just now?"

Collins didn't speak, squeezed in from Hobbs, and glanced at Hobbs when he passed by. Hobbs looked at his own shadow reflected in his dull pupils, inexplicably a little guilty.

In the afternoon, the repeated words of Boyce and Collins rang in their ears. Hobbs swallowed and watched Collins open the bedroom door and walk in.

Hobbs hesitated for a moment at the door, took a quilt from the closet and wrapped himself around him, guarding the door and not going in.

Hobbs looked anxiously at the closed door...

How should I explain it to Collins tomorrow?

However, the reason Hobbes thought about for a night didn't work.

Collins didn't have any impression of his going out last night. When he woke up, he only felt that his body felt abnormally tired for some reason, and there was no rope tied to his hand. He had promised to watch over his Hob. Si disappeared.

Collins woke up with a lot of movement, and Hobbs, who was a little dazed from sleep outside the door, also woke up when he heard the movement. He stood up holding the quilt, knocked on the door, and asked the person inside hesitantly, "Collins, are you awake?"

Collins was surprised to find Hobbs outside the door: "Why are you outside?"

Hobbs stared at him for a moment, suddenly realizing that Collins had no memory of what had happened last night.

"Yesterday after I took a shower, you untied the rope and went in to sleep, and you closed the door, so I stayed at the door and didn't go in."

"Is that so?" Collins was a little embarrassed to hear the words. "Then did I do anything else strange last night?"

"No?" Hobbs shook his head and answered affirmatively, "You didn't wake up after falling asleep last night."

Collins was relieved to hear his words, maybe he would be fine after falling asleep.

"Excuse me." Collins smiled at Hobbs and wanted to say something, but his eyes suddenly went blank for a moment. After he recovered, he looked at Hobbs in front of him and forgot what he wanted to say.

And after last night, Hobbs, who was a little disapproving of Collins and Boyce's advice, seemed to suddenly be more attentive than before. He took the initiative to follow behind Collins, and his eyes fell on him from time to time.

Collins was a little unaccustomed to Hobbs' gaze, but remembering his strange reaction now, he thought it was not bad.

Hobbs followed him all morning and was slightly relieved to find that Collins didn't look abnormal.

Maybe it's really just sleepwalking in the middle of the night?

Hobbes thought.

A few steps away from him, Collins knocked himself on the head. What did he do before going out yesterday afternoon?

Collins tried hard to recall, but there were some faint impressions in his memory, but he couldn't grasp the clue, and the pain twitched from the temple...

Hobbs has been paying attention to him, seeing Collins shaking a little, his first reaction was to stretch out his hand to support him.

But Collins took a step back when he noticed his movement, swayed and stood still, avoiding Hobbs' outstretched hand.

Collins lowered his head: "Are you going back first?"

…

This is the third day of Collins' abnormality, and a week after Garcia told Boyce that his breeding season was approaching.

Boyce has been busy with the research institute recently. The other group of tests is about to be halfway through. Two candidates have been found, and the remaining people will continue to investigate.

But according to the progress, they should find everyone before the effect of z-III erupts.

And Boyce's completion of No. 1 Pharmacy is almost half completed. In general, everything seems to be developing smoothly in a good direction.

But Professor Cyril and a few of the research institutes on his side don't look very good now. Professor Cyril keeps urging them to study the progress of No. 2 medicine.

Professor Cyril and his team were almost rejected by the researchers of the entire institute, but Professor Cyril didn't care about this. Now he is almost desperate. He just wants to research the No. 2 agent as if he is obsessed with it. It is better to consider the follow-up problems. .

Boyce also met him in the corridor today. Professor Cyril looked thinner than before. Boyce looked at the somewhat crazy man whose eyes were full of red blood and stared at him, suddenly remembered just now. Enter this floor and meet Professor Cyril.

Probably no one thought that he could be so crazy.

Then Boyce looked at him and couldn't help but think of Collins. He originally thought that Professor Cyril would inject medicine on Collins, but Collins' physical examination did not leave any traces of the existence of Z-III.

Either Professor Cyril did not inject Collins, or the effect of z-III was wiped out.

But think about it and know that the latter is not possible.

After Boyce thought of Collins, he stopped by to check on Collins on the way back in the evening.

Collins has been reclusive during this time, seemingly spending most of his time in his dorm room.

Boyce chatted with Collins for a while when he went to find him, but Collins seemed a little absent-minded.

"Have you seen the new mermaid?" Collins asked him.

"No." Boyce shook his head, he was very busy recently, and the news about the new mermaid was also heard from other people.

"Is that so." Collston paused, then continued to ask after a while, "What color is it?"

"I heard it's beautiful." He added.

The news of the new mermaid was also hidden from Collins. Boyce was still listening to Collins enthusiastically talking about the mermaid that would be delivered some time ago in the days when Collins was just sent here, but he kept silent about s-24. .

With the previous lessons, Collins did not dare to approach the mermaid for the time being, but he still liked the beauty of the mermaid.

However, although he was also talking about the newly delivered mermaid, and the topic was first brought up by him, Collins seemed a little lacking in interest.

"Red."

"Red?"

Boyce heard Collins sigh like: "Red doesn't look good."

Collins looked at the front with empty eyes, and his voice was not loud, but he was very sure: "Cyan is the best looking."

blue…

It's the color of the s-24's tail...

When it came to this, Boyce recalled a little out of place. Before Collins left the institute last time, he had said to himself: "Blue fishtails are the best looking."

…

Boyce came back a little late because of his trip to Collins.

As soon as he entered the door, he found that Garcia was already waiting for him at the door. He had learned to read the time by reading the clock. At this moment, the mermaid pointed to the extra distance on the dial.

"You're so late."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and sniffed Boyce's side: "There are other people's smells."

After Boyce entered the door, he closed the door with his back and leaned against the door, listening to Garcia continue to speak.

Garcia didn't say anything else, just held Boyce against the door and looked at Boyce with a burning look, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Boyce's movements paused, recalling his general schedule today, and looking at him with some doubts: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Garcia shook his head, but his eyes still couldn't help glancing back and forth on Boyce's face, as if trying to see something from it, but following Boyce from the living room to the bedroom, and from the bedroom to the bathroom door, Garcia Didn't get the desired response.

He squatted at the door.

Wait a minute, maybe he'll mention it later.

Garcia so comforted himself.

But until Boyce washed up and went to bed, Garcia didn't get the response he wanted.

Boyce had acquiesced before that Garcia could go to bed with him at night, but Garcia took the initiative to move down after the breeding season.

When Boyce asked about it, Garcia said he was worried that he wouldn't be able to restrain himself from doing something to Boyce during the breeding season.

But mating is something that can only happen after transformation, Garcia told Boyce.

After hearing this, Boyce stopped mentioning the matter of letting Garcia come up, and today he also packed up and went to bed first.

However, what Boyce didn't know was that after he fell asleep, Garcia, who was originally below, went back to bed.

He dragged the thick and long fish tail to the bed, trying to entangle the sleeping humans.

Garcia sat down on the head of the bed, bent down and stopped about ten centimeters away from Boyce. Some long blue hair swept gently on Boyce's face, disturbed by the breath he breathed.

He stared at this somewhat familiar face, his gaze swept across Boyce's face inch by inch, and there was a hint of doubt in his golden pupils.

Garcia's body was lowered a little more, his head rested on Boyce's ear, and the other hand reached into the quilt, close to Boyce's chest, feeling the powerful beating of his heart.

"Did you hear that?"

The merman whispered the words in his ear.

"If you heard...why didn't you give me an answer?"

The fish tail placed on the bed rolled up the quilt wrapped around the human, and slowly wrapped it tightly. Garcia kept looking at Boyce's sleeping face, and saw that he was also frowning in his sleep, and the blue tail gradually loosened. strength.

Some cool lips brushed against Boyce's ears, Garcia straightened up: "I'm waiting for you..."

The author has something to say: it feels like a sequela of yesterday, and the style of painting suddenly becomes strange _(:*?∠)_