Little Mushroom

"Although wrong, it is still correct."

On the side wall of the corridor connecting the working chamber of the trial court and the training area, one side reads "Human Interests Above All" and the other side reads such a sentence.

Below this sentence is a row of silver picture frames. The first picture frame that comes on is blank, and then go forward. The second picture frame is a black and white sheet. About thirty officers. He was wearing a judge's uniform, and his wall was engraved with his date of birth and death on the wall under the frame. He was 36 years old and died seven years ago.

The next photo frame is still a black and white photo with the date of birth and death. An Zhe moved forward. The next photos are similar to the year of birth and death, and the age of their lives gradually moved forward. So Anzhe knew that this was a picture taken by previous judges, and the blank photo frame at the outermost was undoubtedly left to Lu Yan.

Thinking of this, An Zhe stopped for a moment, an indescribable weight was pressed above his heart. If he could, he hoped that Lu Yi ’s photos would not be hung up so soon—just like Lu Yi boarding tonight At that moment, he hoped that this person could stay and stay in a safe place.

But Lu Yan had his choice.

Following Selan, he continued to move forward, and at the end of the photo gallery, a strange scene appeared.

On the off-white wall, there is a rectangular area that is white and the same size as the photo frame. There are nail marks on the four corners of the white area. It seems that this place once had a picture frame, but it was taken off. Below, the place where the name and date of birth and death were printed was also scraped away, leaving only a few mottled traces. Anzh worked hard to identify it, only to see that it was a string of letters beginning with a capital P.

Seeland saw him stop here, explaining: "This is said to be the first trial judge and the person who introduced the Trial Act and established a trial system."

An Zhe: "Is his photo taken off?"

"Well," said Serran, "he finally questioned the rationality of the trial system and betrayed the base."

An Zhe nodded, the human mind was elusive, and he did not ask.

Selan settled him in a lounge, the geomagnetism disappeared, everything was in chaos, the logistics department and the emergency response department must have been in a state of chaos, and the rest of the base's residents were so worried that they had to sleep first and wait for the military to follow. Asylum arrangements.

The footsteps upstairs were mixed, and next door, Serran was talking to people, as if he was planning the follow-up work of the trial court.

In the dark room, the outside could not be seen, An Zhe could only hear his own heartbeat. Inexplicably, it seemed like there was a strange induction. He looked up and looked into the depths of darkness, the feeling was indescribable-he seemed to feel a huge wave. He, Serran, everyone, the entire human base, and everything in this world, are a trivial part of that indescribable wave. As its wave trembles and changes, it oscillates subtle ripples. There is a sentence in the textbooks of the cubs called "the torrent of destiny". He thinks that it is very appropriate. The only thing that is not appropriate is that the fluctuation seems to exist around the entire world, not an empty metaphor or imagination.

Just then, his communicator rang and it was a doctor's call.

The doctor asked him: "Lu Yan has taken off, where are you?"

An Zhe told him truthfully.

"Just be safe," said the doctor. "I just finished the emergency meeting at the lighthouse, and I'll go back to the lab for a night's rest. You should also take a good rest."

An Zhe: "Okay."

The doctor seemed to be climbing the stairs. After a while, he said again, "I was thinking about Sinan's performance in the morning. Did he remind Lily to return to the Garden of Eden? Did he predict the disappearance of the magnetic field? Different species have different organs for sensing, and some organisms have magnetic fields induction."

Anzhe said, "Maybe."

After thinking about it, he said, "But it's far away."

He certainly knows that every species is different. In the abyss, some monsters have great hearing and sensitivity, and some can smell the breath of prey thousands of meters away. However, if Sinan sensed that the underground city base on the other side of the earth was undergoing a heterogeneous invasion at the northern base, it seems a bit unreasonable, and there is no long-wave communication technology between the heterogeneous.

The doctor didn't reply to him. There was only an uneven breathing sound across the side. An Zhe thought he might be walking.

But after three minutes, the doctor still did not reply, but his breathing became more rapid. The sound was in the dark, and a little disturbing for no apparent reason.

An Zhe: "Doctor?"

Still no response.

Ann frowned, and at this moment he heard the opposite doctor speak very quickly: "Let Seland answer the phone."

An Zhe quickly walked out of the lounge. After receiving the news, Seran shouted "Doctor", his brows froze, and he quickly said, "I'll be right there."

-Then, he took the gun on the table, called a few people, and strode out!

An Zhe glanced at the direction he was going and chose to follow. But those people were too fast. He climbed the stairs too slowly, one step behind.

When he came to the corridor where the doctor's laboratory was located, he heard a gunshot in the depths, and then the sound of the body falling to the ground.

The doctor was standing in the middle of the corridor, and An Zhe walked to his side.

"I ... saw him in a bad posture from a distance." The doctor gasped, his pupils dilated slightly, his face pale, and a startled look. An Zhe looked forward, and saw that Seran had just picked up the gun, and the man who fell to the ground was an assistant to the doctor. This person was working with the doctor this afternoon to help him repeatedly check Sinan's video.

Serran told the doctor: "Confirm the infection. Was it an experimental exposure?"

infection?

Anzhe immediately thought of the only source of infection in this place, Sinan.

"Impossible," said the doctor. "He doesn't have permission to open the glass cover, and he doesn't have access to alien species."

Thurland said, "I'll go in and see."

"No," the doctor's voice rose sharply. "Don't go."

Thuran stopped and looked at the doctor.

"Do you remember when I said that if one day we don't need to be exposed to foreign species, we will be infected?" The doctor's voice trembled, "It's abnormal ... you have to plan for the worst."

Thuran frowned: "How do you prove your point?"

"There is no way to prove it." The doctor shook his head: "But you also know that the monster's tissue fluid is injected into the tail of the experimental animal, and at the same time, the animal's head can observe the genetic changes. Those tissue fluids are not involved in the body fluid circulation at all, The whole body genes of animals have changed. Since this kind of things can happen, why can't infections occur without contacting monsters? "

At this point, he shivered suddenly.

"Thuran," his voice was completely dumb, and said, "downstairs, downstairs are all living xenobiotic samples, and there are at least a hundred staff there."

Thuran looked dignified: "I'll be right down."

"Protect yourself," said the doctor. "Within range, as far as possible from everything alive there."

He didn't say about aliens, nor about humans, but about "living things."

Thurland nodded, they moved extremely fast and dispersed downstairs.

In the silent corridor, only An Zhe and Dr. two remained.

The doctor seemed to pull out, leaning against the icy wall, An Zhe supported him.

In silence, the doctor suddenly spoke.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Ann shook his head.

The doctor looked at him.

"You seem to have something ... people in this era don't have it," said the doctor.

An Zhe did not speak, listening quietly as he continued.

His eyes stayed on Anzhe for a long time, and then he took a short breath, his lips trembling slightly, as if he had got some extraordinary inspiration, and then he said, "You are naive ... as if bystander."

He said: "Everyone lives in fear, but you are calm and incompatible with everyone."

At this point, he seemed to smile: "I know why Lu Yan likes to be with you."

An Zhe looked at the doctor. The young face of the doctor revealed a faint nagging. He seemed a little tired. Anzhe said, "Can I help you?"

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"Thank you." The doctor looked into his eyes with a quivering ending. "You ... live safely, just fine."

An Zhe thought for a while and said, "I will work hard."

He didn't speak anymore, and in the corridor, echoed the doctor's words to himself: "No physical contact and no airborne transmission. Will that kind of thing really happen?"

No one answered him.

However, there was a clear gunshot downstairs.

Then came the second sound.

The third sound.

The sound kept echoing in the building for a long time.

With one gunshot after another, the theoretical system that humans use to explain this world has completely collapsed.

Dr. An's arm was clenched tightly in his hand, and his fingers were shaking.

"......why?"