The little thing climbed up the cement pier along the edge of the cement pier and the wall, and stared at Vito with a pair of small dark eyes, without the slightest intention of recognizing life, like an old visitor who came to the door. There was no trace of timidity, just lying less than a foot away from him and watching Vito, his tail wagging from time to time.

It turned out to be a little mouse, and in this large confinement room on the island in the middle of the sea, the mouse could be seen, and it was not known which flight this little creature or its ancestors had migrated here. Vito looked at it and suddenly became interested, he didn't move, but looked at it with a grin.

A man and a mouse, looking at each other, but they didn't move, Vito saw that there seemed to be something on the hind legs of the little thing, but he didn't dare to move, for fear that if he moved, the little thing would be frightened away, and there would be less fun for a while. Just don't move, the little mouse doesn't go, which makes Vito feel very novel, he slowly stretched out his hand, little by little to move to the edge of the little guy's quilt, according to his thoughts, once the little guy perceives his motives, then he will definitely be frightened away, and then the trace is gone, but he didn't expect the little guy to turn his head and see his hand, he didn't go, and climbed two steps in the direction of his palm.

Hey, Vito was even more curious, he boldly reached out to the little one, and sure enough, the mouse still didn't move, as if he was willing to let him catch him. When Vito carefully grasped the little mouse in the palm of his hand, he still couldn't believe it, but the little mouse was in his grasp, and he didn't have any intention of resisting, still dripping a pair of mouse eyes, looking at him calmly, obedient like a pet.

Vito slowly turned his head sideways, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the position of the camera, and then silently calculated the angle, making sure that his movements just now were blocked by his own body, and then he continued to maintain his original state with confidence, holding the hand holding the little mouse at the mouth of his heart, and with the other hand carefully untied the thing tied on its hind legs, sure enough, it was a small strip of cloth, and there was a little blood stain on the small strip of cloth, it seemed that the little thing was injured, and someone used a strip of cloth to bandage the wound for it. Looking at the calf again, there was indeed a fine scar, and the material of the strip of cloth in his hand was the same as the material of the white linen prison uniform on his body.

NND, still saying that it is not a prison, is there a lot of people who are locked up? Only in prisons do there be so many cells, and it seems that the guy in the other cell who is sympathetic to him is also bored, to care for a wounded mouse, to express his generous love, to pass the empty and lonely prison days.

Where is this guy? It should not be next to him, because he didn't hear the sound of the next door passing through the left and right, and there was no sound on the top of his head, according to his judgment, the dirt on the top of his head should be a solid layer of soil, and the sound he just heard came from the ground, that is, the bottom of his feet was empty, and as for how thick the layer of concrete was, he was not sure for a while. So this little mouse must have come from the cell at his feet, and the boring caring person rescued the little mouse, and even turned it into a well-behaved pet that is not afraid of humans.

Mankind! Vito sneered at himself while petting the little mouse, in its eyes, he may be a human being, but in the eyes of many natural people, he is an alien who cannot be called a human being.

Where are you from? What are you doing? Did your master send you to visit the door? Or bring me a letter saying that he is bored and lonely! Hahaha, fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter, isn't it boring for me to practice now! Playing with the little mouse here, TM is full.

Thinking about it, Vito suddenly had a thought, turned over, walked into the bathroom, and returned to the bed with his back to the camera, slowly spreading his palm, and there was a small wet mud lump in his palm. He dipped the tip of his fingernail in a little muddy water and wrote on a small strip of cloth: Vito 1000, above you, who are you?

After writing, he tied a small strip of cloth to the other leg of the little mouse, and then flicked its head twice with his hand, and gently flicked his buttocks with his fingers, only to see the little guy run out a few steps, and then look back at him, and then slipped away, and went to the ground, ran into the bathroom along the corner, Vito stared at the route it ran with his spare eyes, and when the little thing ran away, he approached the bathroom again, and finally saw a small hole in the corner, which was the passage where the rats were rampant.

After doing this, Vito didn't know if he would get any response, in fact, even if he didn't, he wouldn't care, because it was just his temporary boring pastime. It is not certain that others will not see it, and even if they do, it is not certain whether they will pay attention to themselves, so looking at the small hole, he smiled, and then fell asleep again, immersed in his own world.

But after falling asleep, about two hours later, in a daze, he once again felt that something had broken into the range of his six senses, and he concentrated on it, and it turned out to be a mouse, and when he saw the strip of cloth on its hind legs, he was sure that it was an uninvited guest who came before, and it went and returned, and according to Vito's memory, the part of the strip of cloth was changed again.

The little thing is now familiar with the way, and suddenly it jumped on the cement bed, lying in front of Vito, that well-behaved appearance, so that Vito liked the little thing more and more, reached out and stroked its beard, and carefully untied the cloth strip that had been changed.

You're a synth! What to do on the island? Leave a little food for it.

The strip of cloth didn't say who he was, but only asked Vito the purpose of going to the island, and the food should be for the little mouse, and asked him to leave something to eat for him.

All right! After all, they are all strangers to each other, it's normal if you don't say it, people are vigilant, and he can understand, leaving some food means that the guys below still care about small things, and they want to raise this pet together.

I came to the island to train, but I made a mistake and was locked up in confinement, what mistake did you make and how many days have you been locked up? Food will be available tomorrow.

The strip of cloth could no longer be written, so Vito let go of the little thing again, and when it was gone, Vito was not sleeping, he collected some more dirt, stirred it with water, and kneaded it into a lump of mud, and when the time came, he could use it as ink.

They're starting to train with synths? Don't they hate you the most! What did you do wrong? You can call me Tu Sheng.

Tu Sheng! It's more of a native Asian name, I was recommended by the chief, I don't like it here, I tried to escape, and I was caught.

The rats are messengers, and they carry the monitors behind their backs and begin to communicate in order to pass the boring time.