Little Mushroom

"I don't." An Zhe whispered.

He handed the work manual to Lu Yan, and Lu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and took it.

"And clothes." He took off his coat and handed it to Lu Yan. "Thank you."

Lu Yan put his clothes on his elbows and looked down at Anzhe.

"Don't wait for me," he said. "Just put it at the gate."

An Zhe did not answer. He and Lu Yan looked at each other for a few seconds, carefully: "Are you ... okay?"

Lu Yan turned his eyes: "It's fine."

His tone was light, as if nothing had happened just now.

An Zhe: "... Oh."

He continued to ask, "Where are you going?"

Lu Yan looked at him. The cold green eyes with inspection always made An Zhe think of some cold things, coupled with the mighty cool wind in the city at night, he just flinched slightly from the warm coat.

Lu Yan reached out and threw his coat back to An Zhe's arms.

"I don't know," he said. "Send you back first."

An Zhe picked up his clothes and put on himself again. After wearing it, Lu Yan raised his leg and walked forward, he followed.

On both sides are the roads where the crowds of the parade are separated. They have a serious look, their mouths are tight and drooping, the slogans and leaflets in their hands have not yet been put down, and the paper is blown by the night wind.

Everyone stared at them in silence, a tight posture, green, purple and orange polar lights on their faces, mixed with the skin into a strange metallic color.

From those eyes, Anzhe saw stark hatred and vigilant alert—if it wasn't for the privilege of killing Lu Yan's portable gun and killing people at any time, they seemed to be able to do everything.

The same eyes also fell on An Zhe, and it can even be said that most of them are watching him. An Zhe can't help but lean on Lu Yan's side-he knows why Lu Yan sent himself back.

Fortunately, although the size of the crowd is not small, it is not as large as the entire city. Within five minutes, they passed through the demonstration area and embarked on the road of the residential area.

The buildings in the residential area were darkened by the aurora on the ground. The off-white concrete road was divided into black and gray patches by light and shadow. The shadows of him and Lu Yan were also cast on the ground for a long time. Regular plaques are stacked layer by layer.

An Zhe did not know what to say to Lu Yan, and Lu Yan did not take the initiative to speak.

Although at night, this place is not peaceful. A military truck rumbled past them, stopped at the fork of the road, the door opened, the residents who entered the city to take refuge were released, and a team of soldiers and a white shirt and a notebook The staff of the city office led into the building for resettlement.

A man asked the soldier, "How long do you have to take refuge?"

The soldier said: "It depends."

Another resident asked: "I heard that District 6 will be fine. Can District 6 be kept safe?"

Soldier said: "There is no exact news, wait for the lighthouse to report."

"That ..." Someone wanted to ask something, but was interrupted immediately by the soldiers: "Follow me, quickly."

The clatter of footsteps sounded and they entered the building.

An Zhe looked up at the label on the upper right of the building. This is Building 55.

Lu Xun didn't stop, he didn't stop, walked another 30 meters, and came to the 56th building.

Number 56-

Something in An Fang's heart was touched, looked up at the markings, and looked at the unit door in the black hole in the center of the building.

This area is very close to the isolation gate. The military has already begun to resettle personnel at Building No. 55, and it will soon be No. 56.

Lu Yan's voice sounded, "Want to go?"

Ann shook his head.

Lu Yan's tone was straightforward: "Want to go."

An Zhe: "."

He suspected that the judges and judges were trained in mind reading.

He said, "Let's go."

Lu Yan turned his direction and walked toward Building No.56. An Zhe walked side by side with him, and took out an ID card from his pocket while walking. A series of numbers are printed on the card surface: 3260563209, which represents Room 09 on the second floor of Unit 3 of Building 56.

This was not Anzhe's room, nor was this ID card his—it belonged to Fans, the one who brought him to the North Base.

That day, after Fans's body was carried away, the soldier handed the ID card to An Zhe as a relic, and he has been carrying it with him ever since.

An Zhe used the ID card to open the door of the room-it has not expired, indicating that the base has not yet taken back the right to use the house. He went in and turned on the lights. This was a simple room, and the quilt was piled on the bed as if the owner had just got up and left. On the table are some daily necessities, drinking glasses, cigarette cases and lighters-this is Fans's home.

It's been a month since Vans died, and An Zhe sometimes thinks of him, but it's only limited to him. However, today, after witnessing the deaths and fears of so many people, when he passed by the 56th building, he suddenly understood why Fans said that the reason people still got lucky after being injured was because they wanted to go home.

The mood of human beings who want to return to a place is no different from the mood of fearing death and wanting to live, because they will have some nostalgia.

An Zhe thought so, and gently pressed the ID card under the cigarette case-he remembered that Fansi loved smoking.

After doing all this, he turned around and left here, Lu Yan leaned against the door frame and waited for him.

His eyes seemed to fall on An Zhe, like a falling snowflake, which seemed different from the past.

An Zhe asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I have a subjective belief that you are human." Lu Yan turned and walked out.

An Zhe kept up silently, not wanting to squeak--the judge had always been, continued, and always suspected that he was not human.

When returning to the road, Lu Yan's communicator rang, and the voice of a doctor came from inside.

"The detector has been put into the trial process of the city gate, and the residents' emotions have been comforted. Tomorrow, the lighthouse will bring in five instruments, but the speed will still be a bit behind. Colonel, you may still have to come back."

"I know." Lu Yan's voice was cold: "I will go back during the day."

"Thank you, take a good rest tonight." The doctor paused and said, "Director Howard is dead, what do you do next? In the outer city, you are the only colonel with executive power. Colonel of the city office It ’s a civilian job, and emergency supplies alone are enough to make him lose his hair. "

"The trial court will temporarily take over the city defense station, and all the troops will temporarily invest in rescue work." Lu Yandao: "After the trial day, I hope that the lighthouse can help us formulate a plan to restart the disperser everywhere."

The doctor said: "Of course."

Lu Yan hung up the newsletter and started to dial another newsletter to arrange affairs with the trial court. An Zhe quietly raised his ears and listened. The judge's wording was as simple and clear as ever, and his tone was as indifferent as ever. A lot of things happened tonight, but Lu Yan seems to be the same Lu Yan.

An Zhe turned his head to look at his side, listening to the doctor's meaning, this man will return to the city gate tomorrow, and he himself acquiesced to go back. The young judge said that the colonel was confronting some unimaginable behemoths-perhaps Lu Yan was used to it.

His only abnormal behavior tonight was to turn around and leave.

When the call was over, Building 117 also arrived. Lu Yan seemed to know the way better than him, and the two of them successfully arrived at Gate 14. After turning on the lights, everything was as usual inside the door, except for one thing missing from the wall.

——But even if you give Anzhan ten courage, he dare not ask where the doll is now after it is seized.

An Zhe asked Lu Yan at the door: "Would you like to come in and sit?"

"No need," Lu Yan said, "you rest."

An Zhe hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then ... where are you going?"

Lu Yan frowned slightly, as if thinking.

After a short thought, he said, "I don't know."

The communicator's screen shows that it is now eleven o'clock in the night, and after counting for a few moments, it is concluded that the colonel may be almost forty hours without rest.

He knew that the incident was urgent today. Many things were temporary arrangements by Lu Yan and Howard. They tried their best to arrange the residents into District 6, but the rest-like the soldiers, the staff of the trial court and the city defense staff-may not have been in a while. Offices and residences, or simply rest overnight in residential areas near the city gates.

But he thinks that Lu Xun may not want to go back to the city gate.

An Zhe is tangled.

He clenched his fingers unconsciously and pursed his lips.

Lu Yan: "What's wrong?"

His voice was a bit low, the lights in the hallway were dim, perhaps due to the effect of light, and his silhouette was not as harsh as usual.

An Zhe calm down.

Even if it was only for spores, he had to build a better relationship with the colonel.

"If ... if you have nowhere to go." An Zhe looked up at Lu Yan: "You can also live with me."