Little Mushroom

The sound of the gun stopped, and a few people scattered upstairs, behind Theran.

"Are these uninfected?"

Thuran replied, "Yes."

Dr. An Zheping asked where these survivors are today. There is no problem with diet, drinking and breathing. All are provided by the lighthouse. Even the air is sent by the ventilation system. If any of these three have problems, the whole lighthouse Occupied. But they have one thing in common. In the period between the disappearance of the magnetic field and the current time, none of them have ever touched the experimental objects at close range, some have been collating data in the office, some have gone to other floors to participate in the meeting, and have just returned-for example, Ji Dr. himself.

The infected workers also have one thing in common. They are all people who have been in close contact with the alien species-this contact is not real contact, but close to the monster or alien in space. For example, a researcher's assistant spent the entire afternoon writing code in a small office, fitting a data model, but still being judged to have a genetic infection—the only suspicious thing is that he was housed in a laboratory across the wall. Holding two reptile monsters.

Selan asked the military to take the floor where the heterogeneous research center is located as the axis, and all the upper and lower floors should be closed for inspection, and all personnel were prohibited from entering.

"Water, food, and air may be the source of the infection." In the courtroom's lounge, Dr. An Zhe and Dr. Co. were in the same room. The doctor said to the white wall, "If so, that's fine, but it's just right. No. "

"Is it radiation?" He added: "If every monster is a radiation source, at the beginning, the radiation is weak, only serious injuries will infect, and then even minor injuries will occur, and the radiation intensity will gradually change. Big ... as long as you stay by the monster, the genes will change instantly due to radiation. "

An Zhe thought he made a lot of sense, but the next moment, he saw the doctor burying his face in the palm of his hand, taking a deep breath, a nearly collapsed gesture: "But our instruments can't capture it."

An Zhe felt that the doctor was going crazy. Where he was, he understood the root cause of Dr. Madness.

Those studies—the study of monsters—was not painful for researchers, how complicated it was, how much resources they needed, and how dangerous it was, but until now, they didn't know what they were facing. Like a person walking in the darkness, even the last crutch was lost. He knew that the cliff was not far away, but he didn't know when he would run empty.

He saw the doctor slowly raise his head, his blue pupils were slightly scattered, and the facial muscles trembled. It was a desperate fear and terror, as if facing a huge, horrible, indescribable existence-in front of him was The empty white walls, the scariest thing in the world is the unknown.

An collapsed a glass of water for him, and the doctor drank it, smiling reluctantly.

"Thank you," he said, "the base's water supply doesn't know how many days it will last."

The doctor was right. From the night the Aurora disappeared, the entire base entered an emergency refuge state. There is solar wind and radiation outside. No one can leave the building, but the heat from the outside is transmitted through the thick wall. The temperature in the room has reached at least 30 degrees Celsius. There is no temperature control measures, the drying is terrible. The electricity is only used to maintain Basic equipment is operating. Every day at 8 am and 8 pm, the base regularly distributes a compressed biscuit or a pack of nutritional granules and a bottle of drinking water.

After three days, only a bottle of water will be distributed in the morning.

And this place is where the twin towers, the military command center, and scientific researchers are located. Anzhe sometimes thinks that the resource supply of the twin towers has already contracted to such a point, what will happen to ordinary residential buildings outside.

"It took 12 hours for the 1109 fighter to fly from the northern base to the dungeon base, and the return flight also took 12 hours. 120 hours have passed, and we haven't heard anything yet." The doctor told him some complicated formulas with pen and paper. : "I believe in Lu Yan emotionally, but now we are going to do the worst."

Five days later, the nutritional granules were gone.

The elevator was shut down, An Zhe quietly slipped out of the courtroom, and when climbing up the stairs, at least three couples were kissing in the corner-maybe not couples, but at least they are now inseparable.

"Although I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I am not afraid of being killed."

"Because you are with me. Your rod, your rod, comfort me."

"I will always be gracious and loving for the rest of my life."

"I will live in the house of the Lord forever."

He passed by a conference room on the 13th floor, in which more than a dozen white officers and researchers were gathering to recite the Bible. At least half of them were stuffed with tissue paper in their nostrils. The high temperature and dryness made it easy to have a nosebleed.

In fact, high temperature and dryness are not suitable for the survival of mushrooms. Anzhe has never slept in the past few days. He sometimes feels that he is ups and downs in the flood of destiny, and sometimes he is being exposed to the sun and is about to be dried. After waking up, I feel hungry again.

But he can wait, that's okay. Just this morning, the doctor said, "Although things are getting worse, you seem to be getting calmer."

Anzhe is not afraid. He is a calm mushroom. For the past five days, he has been quietly staying in the twin towers, going in and out with the doctor and Thuran, many people have become familiar with him.

He observes the dark red light representing the working status in the surveillance camera, and raises his ears to listen to each broadcast.

Just yesterday, the light went dark.

And just this morning, the doctor received a notice that all research activities were terminated due to insufficient energy.

An Zhe took a deep breath and stood in front of the laboratory of D1344. The door was silent, and even the dripping sound of the machine stopped. He finally waited for the researchers.

The laboratory door was tightly closed, and the sensor at the door flashed a faint light.

The next second, he took out Lu Yi's ID card.