Little Mushroom

The aurora cast a light green luster on the ground, and this luster was reflected on the dark skin of the man, forming a strange faint green, like the skin of a lizard or a toad.

Finally, the man said, "We are not judges and we cannot confirm that he is 100% human."

"That's the way it is," said Hawson, holding his arms in a long tone. "The pollution level on the Second Plain is only two stars."

The dark-skinned man was silent for a while, and said, "The average mutation time in the second plain is four hours, and it will take four hours."

"Okay," Hawson said. "After we've packed up the booty, he doesn't mutate, so take it."

The black-skinned man finally nodded, and then the three of them looked at each other and seemed to unify their opinions.

"My name is Vance." The tall man in the middle turned to An Zhe and introduced himself.

An Zhe: "Hello."

Hawson, who made him a bit annoying, also said, "Hawson."

The remaining man, known as the "Nigger", was silent for a while, and uttered several syllables: "Anthony."

An Zhe also said "hello" to him, and then said, "Thank you."

"No thanks," Fan Si smiled, and said, "Everyone is a fellow human, and we have just died as a teammate and we are short of staff."

Having said that, he walked up to the monster's head next to him and instructed the rest of the humanity: "After leaving the body, leave, move quickly."

With that said, Fans took a pair of gloves from his backpack, a long dagger, and threw it to Anzhe: "Go and remove your legs."

Anzh catches them, responds obediently, walks a dozen steps forward, stops next to the monster's half body, wears gloves, and begins to observe its body.

Arthropods are large and the shell itself is smooth, but some areas have long, pointed burrs, or raised nodules. He looked down at the monster's legs. There were six legs, thin and long, divided into three sections, covered with dense black hairs.

Fans and Anthony deal with the monster's skull on the other side, removing the shell from its head, allowing brain fluid and other fluids to flow out, and scraping the inside. Hawson guarded the perimeter.

So Anzhe also pulled out the dagger and focused on the monster's joints, which took about five minutes. One joint was severed, one leg was separated from the monster's chest and abdomen, and fell to the ground. The fracture was white and sticky. Brain-like liquid slowly penetrates into the yellow sand.

He heard Hawson's teasing voice: "Baby, don't be sickened."

An Zhe did not respond, and continued to plan a joint quietly.

He didn't feel much about this monster, and even felt that it was much cleaner than the animals living in the "Abyss".

But Hawson didn't seem to want to let him go. Footsteps sounded behind him. Hawson walked over love, holding Anzhe's shoulder in his right hand, and sliding his fingers around his shoulder: "Baby, how old are you this year?"

An Zhe heard a kind of greed in his tone-the greed of the beast facing food. But in his limited cognition, humans do not feed on the same kind.

So he calmly replied, "Nineteen years old."

Anze is 19 years old. He has eaten the gene of Anze, so he is probably 19 years old.

"But you look only seventeen." Hosson's laughter froze in his chest, and said with a hoarse voice in the tip.

An Zhe frowned, not knowing how to answer.

"Horson." At this moment, Fans' voice came from not far away: "Focus on the whistle."

Hawson snorted, and squeezed his fingers on his shoulders before pacing away.

Anzhe once again realized that every individual in humans may have different characteristics. For example, Anze is different from the humans who digged his spores, and Fans is different from Hosson. He is very grateful to Fans.

He lowered his head and continued to plan the joints. Each leg was divided into three sections. After planing, they were neatly coded into a stack-the shell of this thing was shiny with metal, hard like stone, and it would emit crispness when it was stacked together. Percussion sound.

When he removed all six legs, Fans and Anthony also finished disassembling their heads and came to this half-length body. Fans glanced at the neat yards and feet on the ground and smiled, "You're serious."

Then he said to Hawson, "You drive the car over."

Hawson didn't say a word, turned and walked out.

Anzhe stood aside and watched Fans and Anthony attack the monster's chest and abdomen.

He asked, "Do you need my help?"

Fans wore gloves and a black pincer-like tool with the length of a human calf in his hand, and said, "Have you never come out?"

An Zhe: "... Um."

"That's all you need to do." Fans used pliers to pry open the nails at the monster's chest and abdomen connection. The edges of the nails were irregular, and a sharp black thorn was formed at the connection with the other nails, flashing gray cold. Light. Fan Sidao said: "This thing has a lot of spines, it is easy to get stuck without experience. The pollution level of the second plain is not high, but it may still be infected."

An Zhe obediently stepped back a few steps to see them dismantled around the corpse, one piece after another the black shell was opened, and the internal organs and tissues of the white flowers flowed to the ground.

Looking at it, a dull rumbling sounded, and An Zan looked to his right, and saw a black rectangular armored vehicle driving this way, like a giant crustacean monster-he was very familiar with this thing, before Anze There were five such armored vehicles in that team.

As the car approached, Hawson jumped out of the car, and Fans didn't look up, and said, "You help him carry things to the car."

An Zhe said "um", picked up armor pieces on the ground, and carefully tied them with ropes, handed them to Hossen, and Hossen took it and put things in the storage room of the armored car.

Huge monsters were smaller and smaller by them, and more and more armor pieces were picked up by Anzhe.

He was tying a stack of armor pieces with a rope, and his movement suddenly stopped.

At this moment, the black, spiky nails under his hand-on the surface of the top of the spikes, there were a few fine, liquid droplets of condensed liquid, dark, hard to find without careful look .

He looked at the visceral stains on the ground, and confirmed that all the liquid in the monster's body was white, yellow, or transparent.

What are these dark colored drops? He remembered the blood flowing from Anze before he died.

So An Zhe looked towards Fans and Anthony. Both of them were dedicated to dismantling the corpses, and they looked calm and everything was normal. So An Zhe can only do nothing but lower his head again and bundle the things together.

After a long time, the dismantling was finally completed, and the three people seemed to be convinced that Anzhe would not suddenly become a terrible monster.

Fansi said: "Get in the car and return to the base. Anzhe, come."

An armored car can accommodate seven or eight people, and there is also space for people to rest. It is simply divided into three compartments, but each compartment is very low and narrow. Humans must bow around to move inside.

An Zhe was arranged in the outermost space. On the right hand side was the door. He lay down with his backpack on his back. Anthony drove to the front. Fans was next to him. The innermost was Hawson.

The doors were closed, and the place was in darkness. Only a little light shone in from a small window on the side. After a period of shaking, the armored vehicle started slowly and moved forward smoothly, with occasional bumps, but the amplitude was not large.

An Zhe opened his eyes and looked at the darkness in front of him. He felt that he was floating in the black tide, which engulfed him toward the north base, and he knew nothing about it.

A little helplessness and blankness surrounded him, and he just waited in the darkness.

When the light in the small window gradually became stronger, the surroundings became slightly brighter. The car stopped, An Zhe heard Hawson got up, took a few steps inside, opened the doors of the cab and the lounge, and went in to replace Anthony. Anthony returned to Hawson's original position to lie down, his breathing was heavy, his range of motion was large, and the floor of the lounge shook. Immediately after, Fans asked "what's wrong", and Anthony answered "a bit tired".

It was a long time ago, and it was Vans' turn to replace Hawson.

Ann folded his body instinctively, knowing that in this way, Hawson would fall asleep next to him, and he felt uneasy.

But he didn't hear the sound of a human lying down next door.

An Zhe opened her eyes and waited.

The next moment, the sound of crippled footsteps sounded, and a man flew directly on him.

"Baby ..." Hawson's voice was low and hoarse. He squeezed his legs into Anzhe's legs, and his arms crossed his shoulders. Anzhe struggled almost reflectively, but was pressed to the ground with greater strength. "Fans is not ... I know what you do. I have more mercenaries than he has ever seen. "

The few struggling just now took a lot of effort, and he gasped a few times: "Please don't do this."

"What do you want?" Hawson smiled, his smile in the dim environment looking very stingy.

An Zhe didn't answer, and Hawson released the hand on An Zhe's shoulder to loosen the belt. He can hold Anzhe firmly with just one hand, which seems to make him feel extremely happy, the range of the smile is getting bigger, and the tone is rudely mocked: "Baby, what can you do with this energy? No Drive, you ca n’t use heavy weapons, you have to wait for death when you meet a monster, what do your teammates take you out for? Why watch? ”

He said, holding Anzhe's neck and leaning forward, and the stubble-covered cheek was attached to Anzhe's neck, and a smoky smell came over: "I see a small sack like you More ... but this is the first time so beautiful, which mercenary team did you follow? "

Anzhe panted violently, and Hawson squeezed him tightly, his wet tongue rolling over his skin. He tilted his head, coughed with the smell of smoke, and groped with his right hand in the dim, finally touching the dagger that Fans had thrown at him.

At this moment, next door next door, Anthony's place suddenly heard a huge movement, as if something had been knocked to the ground.

"Don't worry, niggas," Hawson laughed out loud. "I'll be there in a while."

But his words did not seem to have any effect, because footsteps came here.

Hawson whispered something, pulled An Zou up, leaned against the wall of the car, and yanked his shirt neckline.

Anzhe no longer resisted. He clenched the dagger in his hand and quietly looked at the dim aisle. The white mycelium quietly spread on the floor beside him, as if something was brewing.

But the next second, all his movements stopped.

-A monster with a human torso, but with three pairs of slender legs extending behind it, slowly pulled out of the aisle with curled soft wings, and two blood-red compound eyes faintly glowed on its head.