Upon confirming receipt of the money, Bletta was in a good mood. By the time she realized what was happening, the other party had already headed towards the door of room 2701.
"Oh, sir, your flowers..." He hurriedly handed over the four remaining, unsightly white roses in his hand.
The man remained in the position of opening the door, his gaze unwavering, and simply turned his head slightly to say to him, "It's yours."
After saying that, he entered the access code, and after the door opened with a "click," he went in and slammed the door shut.
Britta blinked blankly and looked at the flowers in her hand.
Is this okay...?
However, all the flowers were sold, and he kept his job for the time being.
Bretta breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards her front door, 2702, when she suddenly realized—this man seemed to be her new neighbor? Was he also a newly assigned security guard during his observation period?
Without a second thought, Britta quickly entered her door code: 6666
He likes the number "6," which his instructors say is a "lucky" number.
The door opened with a sound, and the moment he entered and closed the door, the clothes on the handsome curly-haired boy immediately floated into the air and fell to the ground. Then, a snow-white, furry little white mouse emerged from the pile of clothes. When it crawled out, there were four white roses scattered next to the clothes.
Ignoring everything else, Blaita quickly climbed up the edge of the cabinet on the right, darted into the luxurious wheel she had made for herself, and spun around and around on the wheel, releasing the restless emotions caused by her hunger.
It was so hungry.
The hungrier it gets, the harder it pedals with its little feet, circling the wheel to wear down its restlessness.
These mice are nocturnal animals, and in order to survive in the human base these past few months, they have had to work hard to adapt to their new identity.
Sigh, it's so hard to be a person.
As soon as Lin Dao entered, he took off the hat he was wearing, revealing a handsome face with deep Asian features. He ignored the layout of the room, went into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, found a change of clothes, opened the bathroom door and closed it.
Warm water, steaming, poured down from the showerhead. The man, having removed his clothes, should have had several bullet marks and scars from over a decade of military service on his lean, muscular upper body. However, his skin now felt as white and smooth as newborn skin. The hot water slid smoothly down his narrow waist along his V-line.
Beneath wisps of black hair on her forehead were tightly closed eyes, thick eyelashes, a well-defined face, a long neck, a slightly protruding Adam's apple, and broad shoulders. When she raised her arms, one could feel her strength.
As the heat flowed over his body, even with his eyes closed, he felt the sticky, slippery sensation as it slid over him. A dense swarm of snakes enveloped and covered him, and the venomous snakes opened their blood-red mouths, revealing their fangs as they bit into his flesh and blood...
He frowned as he thought of this, when suddenly his hand touched the smooth, rough scales.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and his legs had somehow transformed into a black-scaled snake tail that was nearly two meters long.
Lin Dao slowly raised his eyes, staring intently at his blurry reflection in the mirror opposite the bathroom. He noticed that his original short black hair had turned into long black hair hanging down to his slender waist.
His eyes darkened, and the snake's tail lashed out uncontrollably, shattering the mirror, yet he remained unharmed.
His mind stirred slightly, and he forced his eyes closed to steady himself. His chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing. After a while, he sensed something, slowly opened his eyes, and discovered that the snake tail he had just seen had turned back into legs.
But looking at the shards of mirror scattered all over the bathroom floor, he knew it was all real.
Six months ago, he led a team to a small base invaded by alien species to rescue and relocate humans. At the last moment, he had to stay behind to buy time for the last group of people to survive. It was then that, seeing the snake horde suddenly erupt in front of him, he knew he had no hope of survival.
He held out alone until he ran out of ammunition and food. He then drew a long blade and continued to fight bloodily. Even when surrounded by these monsters, being torn apart and bitten until his flesh was mangled and his lungs were venomous, and he sensed that he was about to transform into a monster, he did not stop wielding his blade.
The last scene in his memory was of him lying on the ground, disheveled and supporting himself with his long sword, before being completely swallowed by the horde of snakes. Many images flashed through his mind.
Before the cataclysmic event struck this world, before the surface was overrun by mutated creatures, there was sunshine, flowers, clean water, plentiful food, and children's clear voices reading aloud and their innocent smiles...
"It smells so good..." Britta exclaimed longingly, her little mouth agape.
As it ran hungry on its wheel, it suddenly smelled a fragrant aroma, like the tantalizing scent of freshly baked food, which seemed to seep into every nostril of its body.
Since leaving the lab, Bretta, who had never had a decent meal, was completely bewitched by the tempting aroma. Her body felt lightheaded, and she was in a state similar to being slightly drunk. She quickly ran off her climbing wheel, climbed up the wall, and made her way to the roof. She slipped into the partition, drooling excitedly at the aroma, and her saliva dripped onto the partition, corroding several places.
Finally, after crossing a road, we arrived at a steaming house next door.
It crouched silently in the mezzanine. Peering down through the crack, it saw a bathroom, completely empty, devoid of food, only shards of mirror scattered on the floor. Bryta took a deep sniff, and suddenly felt an instinctive alertness and fear creeping up every pore from its toes to the finest hairs on its body.
Britta cowered and trembled, feeling extremely dangerous as if her throat was being gripped tightly, her legs shaking violently.
The man who was standing at the bathroom door buttoning his cuffs suddenly noticed something amiss. He immediately turned around and glared at her with a cold, murderous look. Then he sensed something flash by.
Almost instinctively, Bretta was so frightened that she slipped and ran back!
It saw nothing but sensed an invisible, deadly threat.
When Britta rushed home, she was still in shock. She quickly jumped into bed and hid under the covers, trembling with fear.
It almost died, and the feeling was very strong.
Lin Dao withdrew his gaze, feeling a vague sense of being out of control, as if he had spotted his prey. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he lowered his eyes in disgust, trying to suppress this emotion.
He didn't know how long he could control this body, or if there would be a day when he lost control.
At night, after finally recovering, Bretta ran out of bed, quietly dragging the clothes she had left by the door with her paws. She dusted them off, then pushed them with her two front paws, sticking out her slightly chubby little bottom, and tried her best to fold the clothes and place them on the bedside table. She then ran back, dragging the few white roses, filled a bottle with water, and carefully placed the stems inside. Finally, she dragged the watch, which resembled a communicator issued by the base, onto the clothes on the bedside table.
If you're wondering why she doesn't transform back into human form and go through all this trouble, it's because Britta doesn't really like being human. Plus, she feels very uncomfortable wearing clothes, and not wearing clothes is... weird.
It prefers to be itself.
Even after a long day of work, it still retains its night owl instincts, darting around the house like a patrolling animal, getting hungrier and hungrier, yet it dares not bite indiscriminately—because its saliva is too corrosive, and almost everything it bites becomes unusable.
Finally, it hopped back onto its luxurious running wheel, running faster and faster as it got hungrier, and thinking more and more about what it wanted to eat as it ran.
At this time of night, the man on the other side of the wall, due to a physical mutation, had senses dozens of times more sensitive than humans, and was in high spirits at night. Unable to fall asleep, he was suffering from "insomnia." He lay on his pillow and was forced to perceive for almost a whole night the indescribable, frequent fluctuations in the air, like the friction and vibration of a rolling wheel, or the "squeaking" sound of a sharp object scraping and running.
He thought of the little guy who had sneaked over tonight; it was likely a rodent-like bionic pet, one he had seen at the Federation base.
It felt as if his heart was being scratched haphazardly and without any rhyme or reason.
It's really...
Lin Dao suddenly opened his eyes, enduring the noise for as long as he could, until the latter half of the night when it completely disappeared.
The next day, Bleta was so hungry that he kept swallowing his saliva. He appeared at the elevator door, floating on his feet. He thought that he must get his pay from his boss today and have a good meal.
Just as I entered the elevator, a man dressed in all black walked in.
Despite being starving, he weakly greeted him, "Good morning, sir..." He had barely finished speaking when he glanced up and saw the man's cold face and the dark circles under his eyes, which seemed even more pronounced against his already pale skin.
"What's wrong, sir?" He instinctively felt a little afraid of him and asked timidly.
The other person exuded an extremely low aura, remaining cold and silent.
Bretta soon caught the alluring scent again. Although she dared not approach him, she couldn't help herself—despair spilled from her eyes as she lost control of her human body.
Lin Dao originally didn't want to pay attention to the child who had disturbed his peaceful sleep, but when he looked down and suddenly saw the child's teary eyes, he was taken aback and couldn't help but frown and ask in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Bleta's eyes glistened with an unidentified, transparent liquid, her expression honest and aggrieved: "...Hungry."
"..." How hungry must one be to do that?
Author's Note: This is the second update today! Thank you for your support! There will be red envelopes (cash gifts) in the comments of chapters three and four!
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