The layout of the eleventh room is very simple, only the basic ones such as beds, wardrobes and tables, but there are no household appliances.

The walls of the room are painted with white paint, giving it a modern feel compared to the rough tunnels.

The wall overhead, inlaid with an unknown white stone the size of a washbasin, illuminates the room transparently.

Eleven placed the box containing the cat and the dog on the bedside table, and took out an unopened box of compressed biscuits from its drawer.

It broke a little bit and put it in the box.

He closed the box again, and soon there was a chewing sound inside.

Eleven set an alarm clock at nine o'clock in the evening

With more than two hours to go, he plans to take a nap for a while.

But in the end, it wasn't the alarm clock that woke him up, it was the sound of someone's footsteps.

Although the man was obviously light-hearted, he still disturbed Eleven.

Eleven opened his eyes and saw Chef Bai dragging a wooden plate with a bowl of seaweed egg soup, a bowl of rice and a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork.

Eleven could already smell the fragrance and had a great appetite.

Seeing that Eleven woke up, Chef Bai was not embarrassed by his own disturbance, he just put his things on Eleven's bedside table and said:

"You haven't eaten yet, I, I'm afraid you'll be hungry......"

Eleven paused.

"Thank you!"

He said so, and the white chef just smirked and scratched his head:

"Uncle Bone came up, in the room. ”

After he finished speaking, he went out the door, and closed the door by the way.

With that soft thud, Eleven moved.

While eating this delicious meal, he unconsciously constructed the positioning of the white chef in his mind.

The white chef, a clean and simple person, although mentally deficient, is absolutely heartfelt.

But Chef Bai couldn't have been like this from the beginning, he was also a normal person, which can be seen from his perfect cooking skills.

To put it simply, it should have suffered some huge changes that made it what it is today.

And with Eleven's understanding of the organization's recruitment criteria, the change is definitely not a good thing.

God prepared an injustice for the kind white cook, so that he ended up where he is now.

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Eleven chewed the rice in his mouth, and unconsciously thought of another sentence.

"Justice may be late, but it will never be absent. ”

But is that really the case?

If justice is absent all the time, what is the difference between being late and being late?

That's why Eleven hates pretty words on paper.

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The stomach was full, and Eleven was satisfied.

It was now eight forty p.m., and he went out the door, bringing the box.

There was finally movement in room 12 at this moment.

Eleven knocked on the door, and soon a magnetic response came from inside:

"Who's in!"

Eleven pushed the door in.

Compared to my own room, this room is undoubtedly much larger.

Longer, to be exact, stretching deep inside.

There was a large table in the room, on which were various test tubes and unknown liquids.

There are many strange relics on the ground, as well as the limb skeletons of various animals.

Among them, the human skeleton hanging in the corner of the wall is more attractive.

There was also a glass container in the corner, in which formalin was soaked in a complete infant corpse, only two or three months old.

The body is arched.

A middle-aged man on the ground was rummaging through the box in front of him, and he didn't even look back to guess who it was.

"You're welcome, just sit down!"

The man looked heroic.

Eleven wanted to sit, but the problem was that there wasn't a stool or anything in the room.

Not to mention the stool, not even the bed, you can't just sit on the ground, right?

Then it will inevitably be a little embarrassing.

So Eleven stood aside and watched the man busy.

It was a man in a white coat with gray hair, who looked to be in his forties at most, and although his hair was all white, his face was only middle-aged.

He rummaged through the contents of the box with a vague smile on his face.

Of course, the most noticeable thing is behind him.

With a tail in tow, the white coat covers most of it, but it is still obvious.

The tail is black, resembling a monitor lizard, and it drags behind it like this, making a long hissing sound when it rubs against the ground when it sways.

This is a bone also, a lizard spirit, a tissue doctor and a researcher, because they don't like to be called by their names, so they are also called veterinarians.

"What's this?"

Seemingly having found what he was looking for, the veterinarian stopped rummaging, and when he turned around, he happened to see the box Eleven was holding in his hand.

"I sniff, I sniff, I sniff. ”

He sniffed at the information in the air as he was accustomed to, and quickly made a definition.

"It smells of cats and dogs, what are you bringing these things for?"

This guy's sense of smell has always been terrifying.

"For me?"

The veterinarian glanced at Eleven, Eleven smiled bitterly, nodded, and the veterinarian took it and opened the box.

"You said you gave me something, why did you send these things. ”

As he spoke, he touched the cat's forehead, but the cat did not resist, but its body shrank back significantly, and the dog also hummed and let out a low cry.

This is because of instinctive fear.

"It's nonsense that you haven't even dealt with parasites.

Yo, and a mouse?

But it's too old, and I don't think I will live long. ”

He muttered to himself, then abruptly turned the subject to Eleven:

"Yes, I'll take these money-losing goods, but next time I can get something else to send it, such as giving me a healthy man and a corpse.

The recent test material is simply lacking. ”

As if opening a conversation box to complain, Eleven just nodded in agreement.

"But then again, I don't know if there is a need to cultivate these three.

When testing materials......

It doesn't seem to be worth much!

I don't have time for pets, so if I don't give them a different body, maybe they can be of some use......"

He began his thoughts, with a very serious expression, and as he spoke, he turned around and carried the box deeper into the room.

Eleven silently walked out of the room and closed the door with his backhand.

He went to room one.

Room 1 is very large, and it has expanded several times compared to other rooms.

The layout of the room is also very simple, the kind of conference room, the exaggerated conference table is surrounded by a dozen or so locust wood stools.

The room was still bright, and the glowing stone above his head still shone.

At this time, there was only one person in the room - Zhang Yue sitting in the corner.

This is a man in his thirties who looks handsome and mature.

"Here, how is this time?"

Zhang Yue spoke, smiling.

Eleven nodded, and replied simply, which was good.

He sat next to Zhang Yue.

At each location there is a bottle of wine, a pale green liquid, which is the yin wine prepared by the white chef.