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Chapter 10 Bell the Orange Cat
Bruce was awake, but in a sluggish state.

When Martin and Betty came, the guy opened his sleepy eyes and chatted for a few words before he slowly regained his energy.

After chatting for a while, Martin and Betty looked at each other, and it was time to talk about business.

Seeing this, Bruce lamented: "Just say what you want to say, what does it mean to look at each other? Show affection in front of me? I remember that I used to make eye contact with Betty, which made me so sad."

Betty laughed.

Martin smiled too.

It's right for you to be sad, but for the sake of your honesty, I will help you a lot in the future.

Thinking of this, Martin got up and patted Betty's hand: "I'll sit over there for a while, you can tell him."

"it is good."

Betty smiled at Martin, and when she looked at Bruce again, her face became serious: "You know what happened to you? It scared me that day!"

Bruce shrugged and smiled disapprovingly: "Of course something miraculous happened! Although our experiment has been failing, it has succeeded on me! Oh, or at least half of the success, I thought you would Congratulations to me."

Betty took a deep breath: "I don't think this is a success. Maybe there are no side effects on you for the time being, but it is really dangerous, and your body has also changed."

"Of course! There are changes!"

Bruce's face was slightly excited, "Did you know? The injury on my knee is healed! It was injured when I fell when I was a child. This is amazing, and it also shows that our research direction is not wrong!"

Bruce remembered what happened that day, and asked again: "How is Hapu?"

Seeing the other party like this, Betty shook her head in disappointment: "He's fine, but he can't go to work for the time being, and I checked your blood sample, I hope you don't mind, this is my note, I hope you, um, I hope you don't need it .”

As she spoke, she dug out a notebook from her bag and handed it to Bruce.

Bruce opened the notebook with surprise on his face: "This is very useful for me, of course I don't mind, I can even draw some blood for you, wait... Are the mice crazy? Bulky?"

"That's right, your blood is very dangerous, you must pay attention to it, the others are in the notes, take your time to read."

Betty felt that the thoughts of the two were not on the same channel at all, and she didn't want to say any more, so she turned her head and looked at Martin.

Although Martin was looking at the scenery outside the window, his mind was always on the conversation between the two.

When he saw Betty's eyes, he immediately understood, stood up and said with a smile: "Although I don't understand your experiment, I think Bruce should rest more now."

On the way back, Martin saw that Betty was in a bad mood and offered to get the car keys to be the driver.

The two went to the supermarket.

When shopping for ingredients, Betty unconsciously began to salivate after listening to the names of the dishes that Martin said.

Half an hour later, the two filled the trunk and left the supermarket.

Betty laughed and complained in the car: "I will become fat if this continues!"

"Then I've succeeded!" Martin winked and teased, "Then there won't be too many people staring at you, and my pressure will be less."

"Hate it! I will make you fat first!"

Betty patted Martin and rolled her playful eyes.

"Ha ha."

Martin laughed dryly, it doesn't matter if he is fat, as long as he doesn't turn green.

The two return to the apartment.

Betty continued yesterday's experiment, but the one who was injected with serum changed from a mouse to a kitten.

The dusty little mud cat turned out to be an orange cat with a nice coat and cute big eyes after being washed.The only downside is a broken leg and a limp when walking.

At this time, Betty got the needle, and shrank in the cage a little scared, looking at Betty timidly, not daring to move.

Betty felt a little regretful after injecting the serum: "Martin, if it fails, remember to remind me to anesthetize it first."

Martin in the kitchen poked his head out and said: "And then give it the death penalty? I hope it can survive."

Betty sighed: "I hope."

In fact, Martin hoped that the little orange cat would make it through more than Betty.

If it doesn't make it through, that means Martin can't use the serum himself.

The serum produced by Bruce's blood was divided into three batches, from three batches of blood samples, which also corresponded to the three stages of cell transformation in Bruce's body.

The serum injected into the mice last time belonged to the second batch, which was extracted from the second blood sample and was marked as "S".

The injected serum is the second generation replicated twice, labeled "S2".

The S2 serum produced Crazy Jerry, which proved to be extremely dangerous, so there is no need to try the third batch of "T serum" which is theoretically more effective.

"It's a pity that the first batch of serum is too small, can you find a way to replicate it?"

When Martin was helping Betty organize things, he took a look at the half bottle of "F2 Serum" left, and carefully put it in the refrigerator.

This may well be his only hope of growing taller.

Seeing his cautious look, Betty was amused: "There is still half a bottle of blood samples from the first day, and half a bottle of pure serum can be made, but only one bottle of F1 serum or three bottles of F2 serum can be made, and the third generation can no longer be copied of the F3 serum."

At noon, the orange cat that had been injected with serum finally showed a little abnormality.

It started to lethargy, even if it knocked on the cage, it just opened its eyes half-deadly, and then continued to sleep with squinted eyes.

"Any reaction?"

Martin looked at Betty.

Betty nodded: "It will fall asleep soon, but last time Jerry showed obvious irritability before falling asleep, I hope Bell can keep this mood."

"Bell? Bear? This orange cat?"

Martin asked in surprise, "Or do you like Chinese pandas?"

Betty took off her gloves and touched the orange cat's protruding tail with a smile: "The name Pender is also good, but this orange cat reminds me of a stuffed bear toy when I was a child. It has the same beautiful fur color. It was recorded in the experiment It's Bell."

"OK."

Martin shrugged indifferently, "As long as you are happy."

In the afternoon, the two walked hand in hand on the tree-lined road outside the apartment.

So far, all the experiments I wanted to do have been done.

What else needs to be done in the future depends on the next situation of the orange cat Bell.

The two chatted about interesting things about school, and after walking back to the apartment, they prepared dinner together.

The slow pace of life in the afternoon made Betty feel very relaxed.

Martin also felt very comfortable holding his girlfriend's hand for a walk, and what's even more amazing was that the tiring way of commuting to and from get off work actually made him feel a little poetic.

Except that the heightened shoes made his feet feel a little uncomfortable.

But only a little.

The two were immersed in the warmth of love.

until dinner.

The two were eating delicious beef.

A cat jumped onto the dining table, interrupting their chat.

who special!

Martin was startled, all the beef in his mouth fell on the table, and he asked in a daze, "Bell?"

Betty stared at the orange cat with wide eyes, then turned her head suddenly, and saw the cage with two broken steel bars on the living room table.

It was indeed an orange cat, but it was a bit bigger, and the hair on its body was more lush. The original grim lines were enlarged, like the latte art of a diluted cappuccino.

Betty covered her mouth and whispered, "It's really Bell!"

The orange cat ignored Martin, and when it heard Betty's voice, it raised its head and gave a "meow" in response, then buried itself in a pot of beef soup.

"Wait--"

Just as Martin was about to tell him to wait, the orange cat Bell's fluffy and soft orange-white hair exploded.

"Meow!"

The orange cat let out a shriek, and its paws violently picked up the soup on its mouth.

hot!
Martin laughed and pushed his own bowl over: "Eat mine, this one is not hot."

The orange cat Bell bared her teeth viciously at the gloating Martin, then sniffed the rice bowl in front of her, glanced at Betty, sat down, wagged her tail and began to eat.

"Hey!"

Martin said dissatisfied, "It's fine if you don't thank me for the food, but you are still angry with me!"

Bell looked up at him, determined that it was a weak chicken, licked his mouth, and continued to eat.

"Wait a minute! What is that look in your eyes?"

Martin actually saw the contempt in Bell's eyes, and stretched out his finger to poke it.

"Don't make trouble."

Betty pulled Martin down, stared at the orange cat and said, "Its legs are healed."

"Ok?"

Only then did Martin notice that the guy's limping left front leg was still intact!
The two looked at each other strangely.

After making eye contact, Martin followed Betty's gaze and finally noticed the iron cage with a hole on the table, and he was immediately honest.

"That... Bell..."

Martin felt guilty.

"Meow."

The orange cat responded without raising its head.

It had eaten up all the food in the bowl, and at this moment it noticed that there was still a piece of meat on the table in front of Martin, so it took two steps forward and gave Martin a fierce expression.

Martin understood in seconds, and stepped back with his hands raised: "You eat, it's all yours, I don't want it!"

He would never say that his saliva was still on the piece of meat.

(End of this chapter)