Little Mushroom

Maybe three seconds, maybe four seconds, Lu Yan's fingers left his side face, the temperature was fleeting in the evening wind, and quickly dissipated.

An Zhe opened his eyes again and saw the back of him leaving, exactly the same as that seen at the base gate that day.

At this moment, the snow-white lights suddenly lit up in the square.

An Zhe narrowed his eyes, and Lu Yi's figure was blurred in his sight. When the vision was clear again, the black figure was lost in the vast sea. Soldiers from the city defense station came forward and took away Duse's body. Her long brown hair was flowing with the color of honey under the light, her eyes closed, and her expression was very quiet. What she was thinking at the last moment, An Zhe didn't know, maybe she would never know.

Many people looked at this side, and when the soldiers of the city defense station went away, they began to whisper, Anzhe's hearing was good, and only a few words were captured. Many people know that the hostess on the third floor of the black market, some of them are sorry for the departure of a beautiful woman, and more of them are afraid of being parasitic by monsters.

Soon, the guidance of the mechanical female voice sounded.

"Please wait in situ. After 30 minutes, the trial court will start to investigate one by one."

The sound was soft, but no one appreciated it. People face each other briefly, and then they immediately realize that at this time, no one knows whether the people around them are real humans. The crowd squirmed like an ant colony. Everyone tried to separate from the people around them. Whether they knew it or not, in the end, the chaotic crowd became a sparse grid. Anzhe stood on the edge, beside the blood stains left by Dusay. His gaze glanced at the trembling expression on the faces of humans around him. There was no essential difference between the human base and the abyss.

A harsh voice suddenly sounded in the distance: "He has something on his face!"

Followed by action sounds, it seems that someone hits out, and then there is a loud argument. Thirty seconds later, a gunshot ends all this.

Dead silence. The atmosphere of silence enveloped the square, and even the sound of breathing was silent. If at this time someone told Anzhe that the place where he is now is actually a cemetery, and the humans around him are actually lined with tombstones, he would not doubt the truth of this sentence.

He looked around, wondering where Lu Yan was, but there were too many people and they couldn't find it. At last, An Zhe retracted his gaze and looked at the marble floor of the square, which was pale in light.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped.

Five meters in front of him, there was a little flash of brass under the feet of a man.

His first reaction was that the bullet case hanging around his neck fell off, so he quickly touched the neckline, and across a layer of shirt, the small cylindrical thing got into his hand-not lost.

He stared at the ground and took a few steps forward—the man next to him scolded and distanced him.

"Sorry," An Zhe explained, "I have something to drop."

Over a few people and a few steps, he came there, squatted down, and picked up a brass-colored, cylindrical cartridge case from the ground.

The moment he got it, his hand shook slightly.

-It is his very, very familiar weight, pattern and size. He took this cartridge case and could not tell the difference between it and the one in his neck.

His heart beat a few times, gripped it tightly, and stood up.

He thought that five minutes ago, Dusay had touched the blister on her forehead that was parasitic by the worm, realizing that she could not survive, she would be executed by the judge. But while afraid, she seemed to want to be close to the judge, so she took a few steps in that direction. However, before she came to Lu Yan's presence as expected, the bullet penetrated her body.

Where did Lu Yan stand at that time?

An Zhe looked at the dark blood on the ground not far away-at that time, Lu Yan was standing where he stood, or not far away, he fired.

What is a cartridge case? It was the coat of a bullet, he knew, and Anza had similar knowledge in his memory. When the bullet leaves the barrel and shoots out, the shell will be ejected backwards and land on the ground.

There is no doubt that the shell he picked up now belongs to Lu Yan, who is the master of the trial court. What about the exact cartridge case he picked up in the wild, where the spores were discarded? Does it have anything to do with the trial court?

An unspeakable feeling rushed to An Fang's heart, and he felt a kind of fear that could be accurately described. If the spores were related to the trial court, the difficulty of recovering the spores was imaginable. Admit yourself to be a mushroom. But at the same time, he felt a touch of stability, at least for now.

In such cranky thoughts, thirty minutes was over. The mechanical female voice sounded again: "The buffer time is over. Please line up in order to receive an infection investigation. After passing the investigation, please leave on your own."

After the instruction was repeatedly played several times, a headlight on a place opposite the square was lit, and people started to move closer in that direction for review.

Standing beside Anzhe seemed to be a pair of father and son-seemingly father and son, because one was a little older with a bearded beard, while the other was a 13-year-old underage boy.

He heard the boy asking, "Why wait thirty minutes?"

"The judge is not a machine. You can see that you have been infected just by being bitten by a bug," his father whispered. "The trial court said that after thirty minutes of infection, they can judge it. You I have n’t been to the gate, and there is a 30-minute queue at the gate. "

The boy said, "Oh."

But then he said, "How on earth did you see that?"

"Don't ask me," his father said, "how do I know how they see it."

"I heard they want to kill anyone--"

"Shut up." His father's voice was short, with a hint of fear: "Do you want to be shot now?"

As if to verify the father's words, a gunshot came from across the square.

They stopped talking at once.

The interrogators were quick to investigate the crowd, and the interval between the sounds of the gunfire trembled. For a period of time, it was very uniform. Every ten minutes, there was at least one gunshot, sometimes several consecutive times. After these several times passed, the judge no longer shot for a long time. The father beside Anzhe said: "It's almost over."

The moment the words fell, the sound of the gun rang again, and the boy he took snorted.

The humans who were judged to be infected were killed on the spot, and the people who were safe were leaving from the openings. There were fewer and fewer people in the square. People spontaneously gathered into a loose team and slowly moved forward. Anzhe stood at the end of the team. Every time he rang, he counted. By the time he was approaching the exit, the number had reached seventy-three-he saw a stone pillar at the exit, and Lu Yan leaned against it, a slender silhouette under the light. Two judges were on his side, and further to the side, were soldiers of the heavily defended city defense station, bloodstained the ground in front of them.

No, there is more than blood, there are things scattered on the ground, all of them are brass-colored shells.

The former father and son passed safely. The next turn was Anzhe. He took a few steps forward and stopped in front of Lu Yan.

Lu Yan had to be taller than him, and he had to look up to look at Lu Yan's eyes-then he felt that Lu Yan's eyes looked at him from top to bottom.

"What's in your hand?"

An Zhe did not expect that even such a small thing in his hand could be found. Facing the indifferent eyes of the upper judge, he could only raise his hand, open his five fingers, and expose the cartridge case lying on the palm, just like the scattered cartridge cases on the ground. It represents a human being executed by the judge.

Silence spread among them.

After a long time, An Zhe heard Lu Yan said, "Let's go."

The wind in the middle of the night was too strong, and the sound was also scattered. Lu Yan's voice passed into his ears, which was lower than usual.

An Zhe turned silently and walked into the deep night.