Abnormality

Pu Censi took 337 out of the research institute, and 337 raised questions to Pu Cens with spiritual communication.

"Director, is 003 the same creature as me?"

drop--

The text message is delivered.

Pu Cens looked down at the text message, "Not really."

"In terms of IQ, you can't compare to 003." Pu Censi received the reply from the dean, turned off the communicator, took out a bottle of milk tablets in his pocket, threw it on the passenger seat, and opened it for 337 capsule.

The tentacles rolled up the milk tablets, and 337 crawled along the back of Pucens's hand to the forearm. It deliberately hid the box of milk tablets behind its back, erected its antennae, and pretended to be angry.

"The person in charge said Simu was stupid again, and Siki was angry." 337's tentacles unscrewed the bottle cap, put the milk tablet into his mouth, and continued to speak vaguely: "The person in charge...and let Simu be alone... Been there for so long...so long...hmph..."

Pu Censi glanced at 337, "It seems to be hungry and thin."

The fingertips caressed 337 on the left arm, and 337 rubbed Puchensi's fingers with the tentacles very affectionately.

337 swallowed the chewed milk tablets, "Simu really wants to be in charge, especially in these two days."

Its black tentacles wrapped around Purcens' bony hand, and the warmth of human skin slowly penetrated into 337's tentacles.

In these staggered black slender tentacles, Pu Censi gradually wrapped his palm around 337, "Yes."

"Why did they let me go again?"

Although 337 is stupid, it doesn't mean that it doesn't understand everything.

"Why didn't you think about running away?"

Purcens avoided the subject.

"I've thought about it." 337 held the milk bottle and lay on the palm of Pu Censi's hand, "I tried many times, but I was caught by those humans every time. Later, in order to keep me safe, he cut me off once I ran away. I have a piece of flesh on my body, and I won’t be able to run away afterwards.”

337 leaned on Purcens' neck, "I resigned to my fate later on."

They returned to the residence first, and Pu Censi received a video call from the dean and entered the laboratory.

337 climbed onto the shelf on the balcony, raised its tentacles, and looked at the blue sky.

Does it really have the same kind?

But why has it drifted in space for so many years without encountering any creature?

337 likes the warm light. In the past two days, it has been in the dark place for a long time, and it misses the sun even more.

The bottle of milk tablets was placed beside it, and the light shone on it and the body of the bottle.

Gradually, it fell asleep in the sun.

337 had a dream.

There is a colorful planet in the dream, there are many of the same kind, big and small, they have all kinds of strange looks, without exception, they are all black.

They laughed and communicated, and their tentacles touched each other to sense each other's inner emotions.

337 is also inside, but its body is transparent.

It looked at the tentacles, hoping to find Purcens.

It squeezed itself into a group of creatures of its own kind, and opened its mouth to call Purcens.

The creatures, who did not understand its language, were unfamiliar with its strange behavior.

337's various movements are very abrupt among this group of creatures.

Among these little monsters, it seemed like a human being.

The screen suddenly flipped, and 337 returned to the vast universe, the deathly tranquility, and the temperatureless space, making it feel as if it was being choked.

It is adsorbed on the meteorite, passing through countless galaxies lonely, and wandering in the endless universe.

But those beautiful planets give it a sense of surprise, very few.

...it's not fit to live here anymore.