He was so frightened that he dared not sleep. He was in a daze and could only force himself to stay awake. He watched TV for a while, but finally couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep again. Fortunately, he never had another dream.

He got up early the next morning to prepare food for the other mutants, and passed by Fang Hua's prison without even stopping.

He only glanced back after walking past, because after that incident, Fang Hua had completely attracted the attention of the higher-ups. Every few days, several scientists in white coats would stand in front of the bulletproof glass, pointing at him or throwing random things in to see his reaction.

Clearly, they were all going to be disappointed. Fang Hua was completely unaffected by external factors. He liked to sit in a chair, shrink himself up, and only his tail was showing. Whenever someone came over, he would tuck his tail back in, spin the chair, and watch the windmill turn in his hand.

His world was simple; there was no black or white, only Fang Rong. Everything Fang Rong gave him was a treasure. Even a stone would be hidden away so that no one else could touch it.

Several scientists pointed to the messy cell and said to the new keeper, "Give him a wash, he stinks."

Because of the increased attention, a new zookeeper was specially assigned to the higher-ups. However, this zookeeper was different. He didn't need to do anything; he just needed to record Fang Hua's activity patterns every day. Moreover, he seemed to know a little about medicine and was also very knowledgeable about mutants. He would check the food that Fang Rong brought in every time.

The zookeeper nodded, obsequiously saw the scientists off, and then one of them pulled over a water hose and sprayed water into the cage.

The cage has three layers: one layer is bulletproof glass, one layer is an iron cage made of special materials, and the other layer is like a wall, firmly enclosing him inside.

The water pipe had a strong force, rushing down the walls layer by layer, leaving no corner untouched. Because the pipe was quite heavy, the work was tiring, and the pampered zookeeper who had just woken up couldn't do it, so we called him over to help.

Fang Rong hesitated for a moment but couldn't refuse, so he took the water pipe and went over. The cage was very simple, without even a bed, only a chair that he put in himself, which became Fang Hua's only entertainment. He would curl up in the chair every day, guarding his windmill, and now was no exception.

Because the water from the pipe was so strong, it hit the chair he was sitting on, causing the chair to turn around. Fang Rong could easily see him open his clothes, stuff the fragile windmill into his chest, and carefully protect it with both arms.

However, water seeps in everywhere, and no matter how well he protected himself, he was still covered in a mess. His silvery-white hair clung to his face, and water was still dripping from his fair chin. Fang Hua looked very sad; he seemed heartbroken.

Strange, how could he understand the emotion of sadness?