3 Blind Mice Origin Novels & Stories

They couldn't make that much money even if they worked for life, yet one little car crash was enough to net them a fortune. They spent that money on luxuries and vices. To fulfill his kink, Michael opened up a shell company and came up with the blind spectator job. Michael and Laura weren't a couple, contrary to what I thought. They were just selfish bastards who looked out for themselves. They only became a team because they had a common goal—my money. They claimed that they didn't want to watch me die, but I was more alert than they had thought, and my eyes healed faster than they expected. To keep on living the good life, they came up with the arson plan.

Well, Jayden decided to stay over and stay with Felicia tonight. "Come on, Jay," said Harumi, who had brought their laboratory loan form that had been approved by all. Just do the research. Previously, they also had to wait for the mice to arrive and be acclimated for two weeks. With the aim that the mouse can adapt to its new environment so that when it is given the extract solution it can have a good effect on its body. Luckily Jayden had ordered mice from the Solo area. Belongs to one of their seniors who raises a special research white mouse. Of course, their diet and body weight were monitored and according to the criteria for rats for thesis research. Maybe next week will come.

“The facility was known as Installation Wolf to the elite few among Hitler’s inner circle privy to its existence. According to the document, it was built for the sole purpose of scientific study, and with utmost secrecy in mind. A single narrow and well-hidden road wove its way in through the mountains, and movement to and from the site was kept to a minimum. The compound was completely self-sufficient, generators providing the power and a spring well supplying water. More often than not supplies, and whenever possible, the subjects themselves, were dropped in by air. An officer by the name of Braun ran the routine operations of the site, while one of the Reich’s chief geneticists, a Dr. Wei

“Now let me start by saying that me is not a rodent. Me is a Farnder. Farnders are a species that are highly specialized in science and us have been assigned by the Intergalactic Committee to find a suitable species for the Galdrians to breed. Since the disease came to their planet hundred years ago the female population has decreased to only ten percent. Them are in big need for a compatible species to survive.” The creature falls into silence to let me digest what it has told me. At least it’s not the rodent I’m supposed to breed. I sincerely hope the Galdrians look better than this thing. Not that I’m planning to breed them anyways. “What disease?” Is the only thing I ask from all the in

The others looked as if she had said something ridiculous. “Someone did something to the mice, and that’s why they died.” She glanced around—no mice had survived indeed. “You’re being ridiculous!” Dashiell chuckled coldly and took two steps forward. Since Dr. Blanc did not try to stop him, and Dashiell saw the others waiting for him to finish what he was saying, he continued, “We all know the higher-ups had given us the lab mice. How come other mice are fine, and only yours died? What’s so special about your mice?”