Little Mushroom

The skin of this thing is black-the color of Anthony's skin. However, at this moment, his human face has been distorted and deformed. The place where the eyes were originally covered with dense brown scales. The nose extends obliquely downward to form a huge fissure. The mouth protrudes outwards, and one in the middle. Curly long black tube.

He stopped, the edges of his wings scraping against the car wall, making a sharp noise.

"Anthony, what are you doing?" Hawson's dissatisfied voice sounded. "I don't like being watched."

After all, he lowered his head again, and An Zhe sank. He felt teeth biting his shoulders and necks, his skin was rubbed by the tip of his teeth, and his fine pain came up. But he couldn't help it anymore, he was tense, and looked at the monster that Anthony transformed.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The wings behind Anthony shook slightly, and the mouthpiece rolled in the air.

"Frightened?" Hawson, who was lying on top of him, seemed to feel his stiffness, and murmured vaguely: "What do you pretend to do?" Then he slammed his waist, biting heavily on his skin.

Just at this moment--

The humming of the wings came, and Anthony's six slender feet lay down on the ground, leaning forward, sinking and accumulating power, running towards them like a slender spider!

The wind sounded in a small space, An Fang's pupils suddenly disappeared, the body changed instantly, switched to the soft and sensitive state of the mushroom body, mycelium rolled in the compartment, almost filled the entire space, and temporarily blocked Anthony's sight.

Immediately afterwards, An Zhe suddenly felt that the human body was stiff for a moment, choked a few times, and panicked with her limbs: "Fuck, this is--"

He looked down and saw Hawson take a sip, bite off numerous soft hyphae, choke into the airways and esophagus, and panic when he coughed.

At the same time, numerous mycelia were chopped off by Anthony's forelimbs. The hypha was soft and easy to break, without any toughness, and could only get an escape time of less than five or six seconds.

An Zhe estimated the distance between him and Anthony, quickly rolled up his clothes with mycelium, and flowed out of the gap between Housson's body, which was a mess, and restored his freedom.

His white mycelium rushed to the door like white tide, turned back to a human state at the door, and pressed the switch at the door.

With a muffled sound, the door popped open, Anzhan instantly recovered all mycelium, and stretched out a hand to pull Hossen's collar to roll outward. The two fell off the car together and fell into the sand well. in.

-This is at least safer than the small space in the carriage.

But for a moment, Anthony also showed his head from the door, and a harsh buzzing sounded. He flew his wings to a height of four or five meters, and then swooped down--

An Zhe quickly got up when he flew up, and hurried to the rear.

But he saw Hawson lying on the sand with his eyes scattered loosely, and Anthony's sharp forelimbs pierced his chest instantly.

——An Zhe has seen too many monster hunting and escape methods in the abyss. He knows how to escape. He thought that Hawson also knew. However, until the moment the blood splattered, Hawson looked back suddenly, screaming, grabbing Anthony's front legs with both hands, and kicking Anthony's body into a long, black body frantically, trying to retreat.

The ground boomed, and An Zhe turned his head back quickly, and saw the armored car that had been driving quite far away, making a sharp turn, and turned around and galloped-Fans finally found something wrong.

He gasped for a few moments, then drew his leg and ran in the direction of the armored vehicle.

Through the window, you can see Fans' anxious expression. Before reaching the door of the armored vehicle, the armored vehicle had already popped open. When Anzhe and the armored vehicle passed by, a pair of powerful arms yanked him from the ground. He got into the cockpit with Fans' movement, Fans threw him to the other side of the cockpit, and slammed the door tightly.

An Zhe said, "They ..."

"It can't be saved!" Fans slammed the steering wheel again, the armored car turned back and turned back to the original direction, and the accelerator was pushed to the end, galloping towards the north.

An Zhe leaned on the back of the co-pilot's seat, took a few breaths, and then calmed his breath. He looked into the rearview mirror—mutated Anthony and Hawson, who was dying from a serious injury, were tangled into a ball and rolled to the ground. Anthony lifted his forelegs, then fell abruptly, piercing Hawson's abdomen and nailing his body to the ground. Then the thing looked up and looked at them. After about five seconds, it seemed to give up chasing the armored vehicle, bowed its head, and the slender mouthpiece pierced into Hosson's head. Hosson's body softened after a twitch.

The car drove fast, but after a while, their figure had disappeared between the yellow sand bushes and could no longer be seen.

Fans said: "Anthony has changed?"

Ann turned her head to look at Fance, and saw his eyes were a little reddish.

He lowered his head. "I'm sorry."

He was alive, but Fance lost two teammates.

"I'm sorry?" Fan Si smiled reluctantly. "We often die when we come out to work, and get used to it. Maybe the next one to die is ourselves."

But Anzhe did feel guilty. Anthony was infected-if they found traces of suspected human blood on the ant's nails at that time, tell Fans about it, they might be able to find Anthony infected in advance.

He lowered his head and spoke about it.

Fans was silent for a while, his voice slightly lowered: "Anthony is not an ant, he may have been infected before. We met you before and encountered a group of mutant wild mosquitoes."

An Zhe: "And ... has he been stabbed again by a piece of armor?"

Fans looked out the window, and after a long silence, he said: "The pollution of the second plain is very small, two stars, being stuck and being slightly injured may not be infected. But if you say it, you will be lost by the team. Next, many people wo n’t say after being injured. "

He lowered his voice: "... because I want to go home."

Anzhe: "What about Hawson?"

If Anthony is found ahead of time, Hawson may not die.

"Don't take it seriously, Hawson died an injustice," Fans lit a cigarette and took a sip. "He did a lot of wickedness and had at least five lives under his hand. This time if it wasn't enough, Neither Anthony nor I would work with him. What was he doing then? Bullying you? "

An Zhe didn't say anything, Fans turned to look at him.

In the twilight, the boy's silhouette seemed quiet and peaceful, like a crystal clear waterdrop. This kind of person appears in the dangerous wild, and may have inexplicable difficulties, but he didn't ask.

Similarly, Anze didn't know what to say to Fans, he was thinking about the scene before Hosson's death. At first, Hawson seemed to have lost his mind briefly, and didn't wake up until he was stabbed.

What did Hawson do before then?

He took a bite of mycelium.

An Zhe frowned. He didn't know if he was poisonous as a mushroom.

Now he suspected he was a poisonous mushroom.

Along the way, the vegetation was even scarcer, and there were no creatures on the endless desert, only their armored vehicles were driving alone.

At night, when Aurora reappeared in the sky, Fans planned to stop and rest. He pressed the cigarette **** on the steering wheel, opened the gate connecting the cab and the rest room, jumped down, and the sound rang in the black hole rest room: "Sleep first, and then drive to the base one and a half days later."

Anzhe also came to the gate. In order to have a wide view, the position of the cab is high, and to save space in the storage compartment, the position of the lounge is low and very low. Jump down.

He stood there a little hesitantly. After only three seconds, Fans seemed to see his hesitation and said, "You sit there first."

An Zhe sat down at the edge, with her legs hanging, and then Fans reached out and clasped his upper body, helping him down.

An Zhe steadily landed, whispering: "Thank you."

"It's okay." Vans smiled, his voice revealing a slow tenderness: "My brother is afraid of heights, and often does. He is about the same size as you."

Anzhe tried to explore the law of human communication, and asked, "Is he coming to the wild with you?"

"Well," Fans said, "have been together before."

"Are you not here this time?"

"Dead," Vans said, "It's been two months and was killed by the judge at the gate of the base."

Judge, An Zhe heard the word for the third time.

The first time was Anzai, who was dissuading himself from going to a human base, saying "You can't escape the eyes of the judge."

The second time was Anthony. He didn't want to let himself join the team, saying "We are not judges and we can't confirm that he is 100% human".

And in his memory of Anze, this seems to be a very frequent term.

So he repeated: "... Judge?"

"Don't you know?" Fans said loudly, surprised. "Where did you come from?"

An Zhe whispered: "I didn't deal with others before."

"I see it." Vans twisted a **** on the wall of the car, and the dim white light lit up from the top of the wall, barely illuminating this small space. He took out the dry food from the grid on the wall, and An Zhe took out food and water from his backpack and sat down opposite Fans.

Just listen to Fan Si said: "The base has a system called the" Judges Act, "and then there is an organization, under the military, a high level, called the trial court. The members of the trial court are trial officers." Fans are generally They are on duty at the gate of the base, everyone has a killing license, and killing will not break the law. "

After listening to this sentence, An Zhe faintly remembered, he found relevant things in the memory obtained from An Ze.

He said: "... they judge whether the person entering the base is a human or an infected person?"

Fans: "Well, in addition to the kind of infected people that can be seen, there are still some people who can't see it. The mutation process has not yet begun, or the mutation level is too high, and the appearance is not different from people. . "

An Zhe opened her eyes wide.

When he said that, he was a alien.

Fans unbuttoned his jacket and put it on the side, unscrewed the bottle of the kettle, and continued, "The base population is too dense. After aliens enter the base, they will slaughter wildly, followed by large-scale infections. The responsibility of the trial court is to judge every person who enters the city. Whether a person is a human or a heterogeneous person, the judgment process is called 'trial'. "

"Then ..." An Zhe: "After the discovery of a foreign species?"

"What else can I do?" Vans raised an eyebrow and said, "I was killed on the spot."

An Zhe didn't speak, and bit his head down to take a bite of the compressed biscuit. He just learned to eat in a human way. Human food was a bit rough for him. When he swallowed, his mouth and throat would be hurt. He eats slowly, but his heart beats quickly.

Slowly, he asked again, "Can you really recognize all the aliens?"

Fansi took a big sip of water, leaned against the wall of the car, closed his eyes, and carried a trace of mourning in his tone: "Who knows, there is no proof of death. No one knows whether the people killed are really alien. That is my brother. "

An Zhe didn't say anything, Fans seemed to answer the question, but he listened quietly.

"He ... went to the First Plain with me that time, and the pollution level there was lower than that of the Second Plain. I kept looking at him and I can confirm that he was not injured." Fans smiled, but his voice was hoarse: " Back to the door of the base, that day was not the ordinary judge, but their boss, everyone called him 'Judge'. The killing of other judges will give reasons, he does not have to. He killed anyone without reason, nor Accepting the defense, even if it is the high-level of the base, killing is killing. He was like that the other day, and only took a look at my brother and shot. "

"I don't believe it, but there is no way. There are many such things. He has killed many people. There are too many people who hate him in the base. It is not bad for me. Maybe one day, I will be killed by him."

After all, Fans looked at his right hand for a while, then threw the kettle aside, and lay down his pillow arm, but his eyes were still on the top of the carriage. He finally got back on track and answered An Zhe ’s initial question: "They would rather You will not miss the wrong killing. If a heterogeneous mixes into the base, it will definitely be found. Only this year, there was an accident of heterogeneous attacks. "

Anzhe felt uneasy. To cover up this anxiety, he closed his eyes and rubbed his eyes with his left hand.

Fans said: "Go to bed, kid."

Anzhe lay down next to him, no matter what tomorrow, at least it was safe tonight, no monsters, no Hawson, only one Fans who was good to him.

Before falling asleep, he held the cartridge case and looked at the door at the end of the aisle.

If-if now he quietly opened the door, got out of the car, left, and returned to the monster-covered wilderness, he can still live, not face trial, not be killed on the spot, he does not know how long he can live, but it must be longer than tomorrow longer.

But is spores more important than life?

--Yes.

For the creatures in the abyss, death is the most trivial thing. And just a short day outside the abyss, he witnessed the mutation of Anthony and the death of Hawson, and human life was not precious.

An Zhe closed his eyes, he knew that he had to go to the northern base.

Early the next morning, they continued to drive towards the base. Because only Fans was driving alone and lacked energy, their rest time began to be irregular. From the afternoon of this day, they began to rest and continue to drive north at midnight on the third day. When the aurora began to dim, the sky appeared white. At that time, Fans said, "It's almost here."

An Zhe looked forward. In the gray mist in the morning, a circular city gradually emerged from the horizon.

City, he knows the word. Humans live in cities, just like mushrooms live in the rainy season.

The armored vehicle continued to drive forward. After the early morning mist gradually dispersed, more details in the front appeared. The circular city has gray steel fences, the height of which is like the tallest mushroom. Twenty people are stacked, and one person's feet are on the other's shoulders. They may not be able to turn over the wall. Some steel fangs and thorns protruded from the walls, sharp and cold, like rocks and soil in winter.

The edge of the city wall is covered with surveillance equipment and laser devices, and intruders will be found immediately. The two city gates are the only way to enter and exit, one can only enter and the other can only exit. Now they are the one who can't get in.

Later, Anzhe saw a lot of Fans-like teams coming back from all directions. Some of them were light-loaded, some were wearing heavy equipment, holding weapons, a team of four or five people, and driving similar armored vehicles in the designated area. Stop, then get out of the car and walk into the city gate, the car and people check separately.

Fans got out of the car first, An Zeng grabbed his arm and jumped out of the car. He felt Fans 'arm was a little tight. He thought that the gate might evoke Fans' bad memories of his brother.

They walked towards the city gate together, where there was a long line. The head of the line was a bit turbulent, but they could not see the situation, and people were entering in turn.

An folded behind Fans, walked to the line and looked around.

Soldiers in black uniforms stood on either side of the city gate, with two guns, a heat weapon, and a laser gun on their waists. Behind them were huge heavy weapons, facing the city gate. It can be imagined that once a monster tries to invade, it will be blown up by these heavy weapons.

After looking around, he was attracted by a black figure-in an open position under the city wall in the distance, the man was also wearing a black uniform and seemed to be a loose and undisciplined soldier, unlike his colleagues. Standing on guard like that, leaning halfway against the city wall, he slowly lowered his head and wiped a black gun slowly.

However, the black-and-silver uniform on his body seemed to be much more delicate and upright than other people, or it was probably because of his slenderer shape.

Fans glanced over there, and for some reason the pace accelerated a lot, pulling him straight forward, just as they were about to join the end of the team--

Anzhe saw the man slowly raised his head in the distance.

Under the brim of the black uniform, a pair of cold green eyes appeared.

Suddenly, Anzhe stopped suddenly, feeling the chill around him, and it was frozen.

Fans turned back, "How do you--"

The voice stopped abruptly.

A gunshot.

Fan's tall body shook in place, grunted to the ground, his eyes widened, his throat rattled, blood oozing out of his temples, and his body twitched a few times, without any movement.

Ke Anzhe couldn't even reach out and grab a corner of his clothes, and didn't have any time to think about what happened in the moment. He could only raise his head to look at the officer in black uniform, because at this moment, the officer was Slowly turn the dark muzzle-point at him.