Such A Long Way We Came Chapter 6

What shocked them even more was that their boss arrived earlier than them today and was already preparing food for the experimental subjects with a smile on his face.

"Kang, Teacher Kang, I'm sorry, we are late today." Xiao Gao came to apologize as a representative.

"You are not late. I arrived earlier today." Miles said with a cheerful voice. He sprinkled the fish food in his hand into the open water tank and watched several fish vying to swim up to grab the food. The fish mouths had spikes. Swallow the fish food in big gulps.

Although they look a little weird, feeding them feels the same as feeding koi in the past.

He sprinkled another handful of fish food, and the fish that had swallowed it suddenly flicked its tail hard, splashing water all over Miles.

Xiao Gao on the side was shocked, suspecting that this bold experimental subject was Teacher Kang's lunch today.

"Mr. Kang, go change your clothes quickly and leave the feeding to these low-level experimental subjects to us!" Xiao Gao said.

"It's okay." Miles wiped the water off his body calmly.

Before Xiao Gao and the others arrived, he had already been attacked by these fish as soon as he opened the water tank. The mutated fish would spit out corrosive liquid. If he hadn't escaped quickly, his clothes would have been destroyed.

Next, go to the hot sand pool to put food for the dragon snapping turtle.

This thing looks like a turtle, the size of a millstone, and its carapace is covered with spikes.

Its scaly head was shrunk into its shell. Miles squatted half a meter in front of it with a bucket, and tapped the carapace with his hand.

"Dong dong, dong dong."

A ferocious head protruded from the shell like lightning. Its head could be extended extremely long and bit Miles's hand directly.

"It's so fierce. Fortunately, I wore gloves." Miles said with a smile, picking out pieces of meat from the bucket with his other hand and shaking it in front of its head.

Smelling the smell of food, the dragon snapping turtle loosened Miles's gloves and went to bite the piece of meat.

Next, go feed 012’s neighbors.

The seriously injured little red bear was very irritable in the cage. It was small and cute and looked like a raccoon, but its tail stood up and its hair could turn into hard steel needles.

Miles specially put on protective clothing to feed, listening to the little red bear screaming and shaking its tail, and the "steel needle" hit his protective clothing.

Miles smiled and commented: "What a lively Rainstorm Pear Blossom Syringe."

He was very curious. When encountering an enemy in the wild, the little red bear would shoot out all the hair on its body. Wouldn't it be a serious hair loss?

Finally, there was a group of small winged animals with the least injuries. Miles was "attacked" as soon as he walked into their breeding area.

The bucket containing the food was knocked away by the firebird that suddenly rushed out. The food was scattered all over the floor. Other birds came out from all corners or flew down from the trees to pounce on the food.

Miles took off his mask and tried to caress the colorful bird with its slender tail. A screaming eagle swooped down and grabbed his hair.

After a while, Miles fled the bird breeding area in embarrassment and smoothed his messy hair with scratched hands.

He didn't understand why the little animals still didn't like him very much even though he changed his body after traveling through time.

012 sat under the tree on the other side of the glass, clearly seeing the scene of him being chased by the Screaming Eagle, with a stiff smile on his face that rarely showed any expression.

You're laughing at me, right?

Miles originally wanted to use a robot to deliver food to him, but then he thought about it. They were all "little animals" with wings and should be treated equally.

He put on protective clothing again and walked into 012's breeding area with two bags of plasma.

"Come, let's eat."

012 sat there motionless, taking the food but not eating it, just staring at him.

According to the habits of animals, they keep staring at a living creature, either to prepare for hunting or to be wary of enemies.

Miles suddenly reached out and touched 012's head just like he touched those birds.

012's pupils shrank slightly, and something moved on both sides of his head.

Great, it turns out he still has ear feathers.

Miles touched it again.

The disgust value on the top of 012's head changed from 10 to 20.

Miles actually felt a little bit relieved.

Compared with other small animals in the experimental area, 012's aggressiveness is so low. He didn't even make an attack, it just added a little disgust value.

Miles was pleased and stroked 012's hair again.

It has a very smooth and unique touch, similar to stroking the feathers of a bird.

012 seemed to be moving unbearably. Miles was trained by other small animals to have a conditioned reflex. Feeling that he was about to attack, he immediately stopped and walked away.

"Let's go, let's go!"

A transparent separation wall, the firebirds on the other side are quacking again.

It is one of the noisiest birds. Since it became a neighbor with the firebird, 012 can hear the firebird singing day and night.

If it was an irritable resident, he would have started a fight with the noisy neighbor, but 012 did not respond.

He was extremely quiet most of the time, and when the noisy call of the firebird came, he would move his ear feathers and tilt his head to listen.

He could hear the wail of the firebird amid the calls of birds that were too noisy for humans.

This firebird is different from him. It is not a product of a laboratory, but was captured from the wild. It is not used to such a narrow world. Even if there is food and trees, it will still often try to call its companions.

Firebirds usually travel in flocks in the wild, and they need companions.

When its not-so-smart mind realizes that there are no companions here, it will sadly stop and rest.

In addition to the firebird, 012's new neighbors make various noises.

Screaming eagles will suddenly coo twice at night, and colorful birds like to flutter their long tails and make rustling noises.

There are also birds that swing branches and look for food in the artificial moss layer.

These sounds are particularly fresh for 012.

The dangerous virus fused in his body makes human researchers afraid to approach him easily, and they will not put ordinary experimental subjects near him.

Whether other experimental subjects were infected and died by his virus, or the new virus they cultivated on him was contaminated and mutated uncontrollably, it was a very troublesome matter.