Little Mushroom

Dungeon.

On the open ground, the upper half of the artificial magnetic pole stands. It looks like a magnificent tombstone on a piece of yellow sand.

The location of this place is excellent, with high mountains on each side blocking the storm and cold current. In the middle is the wilderness of the Maping River. The geological structure is stable and solid enough to support the construction of incredible underground works. The size and capacity of this underground city is comparable to that of a metropolis at its peak.

In the beginning, when the four human bases began to take shape, it was predicted that if humans could not resist the day, the underground city base would be the last one to fall.

But now, the open plain is covered with blood. Monster, alien, human, bloodstained limbs, broken hands, and the remains of heavy weapons.

A black fighter jet passed quickly, dropping several large-equivalent bombs, a dull explosion sounded, the howl of the monster was deafening, but it was soon drowned in the billowing smoke.

The fighter plane stood up and hovered steadily in the sky. Lu Yan held a walkie-talkie in his hand and said, "The monster on the ground has been cleared."

He was next to Hubbard. The legendary mercenary captain of the outer city looked at the entrance to the dungeon not far away and said, "It's difficult to do inside."

Lu Yan also looked there. He didn't say anything, acquiesced in Hubbard's point of view. In the past few days, he has co-commanded air operations with this captain, and has established sufficient tacit understanding-not to mention that they were originally the kind of people who went deepest into the abyss frontline. No one knows the habits and lethality of those things better than them.

The dungeon is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is a safe and strong fortress, and naturally has the advantage of preventing radiation. However, its structure is also doomed. Once it is broken by a different species, it will be a messy mess.

And now it has been breached.

"What they lack most is firepower. The birth rate can't keep up. The number of soldiers is not enough. They can only increase their armament consumption. Too much overdraft in advance, and now there is no way to defend effectively." Hubbard's eyes narrowed slightly: "We Bring enough things, come in time, and have a chance of winning. "

Just then, a voice came from the intercom.

"Dungeon thanks for your generous support," the operator trembled. "However, due to humanitarian principles, we must inform our compatriots at the northern base that contactless infections have been observed inside the base, and there are unpredictable conditions anytime, anywhere. Infections occur ... "

"Received from the northern base," Lu Yan interrupted the operator, "please prepare for the ground to answer."

Hubbard frowned.

Lu Yandao: "The flying formation is temporarily hovering, I will take someone down."

"Let's go," Hubbard said. "Listen to him, it's more dangerous than we thought.

"You have no such obligation."

"But I have nothing to worry about."

Lu Yan's tone was light: "I didn't either."

Hubbard smiled and asked, "Did you not?"

Lu Yan looked at him with cold green eyes, but he didn't say anything.

"You look at the porthole sometimes, it takes a long time to see it," Hubbard said.

"I left a man at the base," Lu said, leaning his arms in front of the porthole. "He had a cartridge case for my murder hanging on his neck."

"Who killed him?"

Lu Yan did not answer.

"So he hates you," Hubbard said, as if remembering something: "I have met a boy who took your cartridge case and asked me if I knew its origin."

Lu Yan ticked his lips.

Hubbard said, "Then your relationship is complicated."

"Maybe." Lu Yan went out. "I have a complicated relationship with everyone."

He had a cold voice and said to the pilot: "Ready to taxi."

Hubbard didn't stop this time, and he looked back at the back of the puppet, thoughtfully.

——Under the huge, blood-red sunset of the western sky, the flight formation landed, the hatch opened, and Lu Ying walked down PL1109, and he went to the underground, **** city.

Northern base.

The moment the ID card was pasted on the sensor, Anzhe heard the footsteps behind him. He turned his head and was a routine patrol soldier led by a familiar judge.

The judge saw him and said, "Why are you here?"

An Zhe slightly lowered her eyes: "Help Dr. Ji get things."

"Is the doctor still doing research?" Said the judge.

An Zhe gave a quiet "um" and didn't speak again. The judge did not ask anything else, but said: "Go back early, there is something in the military today."

An Zhe said, "Thank you."

They walked over, An Zhe took a deep breath, and attached the ID card to the sensor. Fortunately, the access control system had not been closed yet, and the door lock opened with a click.

Anzhe pushed the door in, the door shaft squeaked due to friction, and he closed the door immediately after entering. In the dim light, huge instruments were darkened, and in the center of the room, a cylindrical glass box stood silently. A ray of dim light under the glass box illuminated it, and a cluster of small bubbles was emerging from the ground and floating above it.

An Zhe held his breath. Before he opened the door, he was prepared for the worst. He was caught, the spores were transferred, and there were others in the laboratory ... At this moment, his heart stopped completely.

——Until his gaze passed through the glass water tank, through the pale green culture medium, and saw a small white cluster floating alone in the center.

Anzhe's breathing trembled, his lips flew up, and his heart beat a few times. He wanted to pounce right away, but he could hardly move because of excessive emotions.

The little white thing, wandering in the deep sea in the liquid under the dim light. Anzhe looked at it without blinking.

At this moment, he saw that the spores had been suspended in a quiet state, and then the mycelium swelled and unfolded, or it was more appropriate to use blasting.

Then-it floated towards itself at a speed that was definitely not slow, and then suddenly stopped by the glass wall, as if hit.

An Fang took three steps and went to the glass water tank in two steps. The palms were pasted, and the whole person was pasted.

His spores were also clinging tightly to the glass wall, and mycelium was touching him disturbingly through a layer of glass, and the movement obviously wanted to get closer to him.

An Zhe couldn't help but smile. When Lu Yan was beside him, the spores didn't seem to see him, but now he recognized him. He couldn't bear to blink, and watched the spores stretch the delicate fragile mycelium towards himself, but because of the obstruction of the glass, he could only work harder to paste them, almost a small white patch on the inside of the water tank. Pancakes, each mycelium is emphasizing how much it wants to be close to Anzhe.

An Zhe leaned on it, a long-lost comfort surrounded him, but through a layer of unbreakable membrane.

He had to rescue it from the water tank. Anzhe tore herself off the water tank and came to the side, where there was an operating table. According to the general rules of human machines, he tried to press the largest button, the screen of the console turned on, and the indicator light on the side of the card slot turned on. He swiped the card of Lu Yi again, and the indicator light changed. Green, this person's authority is almost unblocked throughout the base.

But then, facing those shapes that were exactly the same, and buttons with only some complex symbols on them, An Zhe fell into a daze.

How can I open the water tank?

He moved his finger steadily upstream of the console, finally calmed down and pressed the center button.

Three seconds later, the water in the water tank waved, and the spores were washed up here helplessly by the current, and finally swirled in the center of the water tank. Looking at the small clump of helpless circles, An Zhe felt that his head was also spinning in circles, and he pressed the first button with anxiety.

The next moment, the red laser light was on at the top of the water tank, and even Anzhe, who was standing next to it, felt the heat, the mycelium of the spores exploded, and then fell down weakly, as if to be dried in the next second, After a while, fry again.

Anzhe suspected it was screaming silently. He frowned sadly--was this the kind of torture that spores suffered every day in the human laboratory? But he didn't have time to think about anything else and pressed another button.

The red light turned into pulse light, and the spores exploded helplessly again and again.

An Zhe quickly pressed a button in the distance, this time the red light disappeared, he was relieved. However, at the next moment, the buzzing sound of "Zi--" sounded, and the blue ion sparks shone brightly in the water tank. Then, the water surface began to tremble slightly--the spores also trembled in the water like crazy.

An Zhe: "!"

He energized the water.

He was in a mess, pressing one after another, and finally, there was a bang, and the light green culture solution was slowly removed from the container. Anzhe pressed a button next to it and clicked, and the top lid of the water tank opened.

The water tank was too high, he brought a chair, stood on it, and finally reached into the top of the water tank.

However, at this time, the culture medium has been discharged, and the spores cannot float to this height.

Then Anzhe saw the spores sticking to the glass wall, slowly crawling up along the glass, sliding down while crawling, sliding for a while, and then going up.

The small thing had not fully matured, he inherited his ability to move freely. An Zhe stretched out his hand. His arms and fingers turned into a roll of snow-white mycelium, which went down the inner wall of the container to touch the spores.

At that moment, it seemed that the current penetrated his whole body and reborn, he took back a part of himself, there must be a strange wave surrounding him.

Holding the ball, he carefully fished it out, and all the spores scattered mycelia were neatly collected and rolled between his mycelia.

An folded her eyes and smiled at it. His mycelium was connected to it, and she carefully incorporated it into her body. The spore's body was completely unfolded and integrated into his body. A captivating emotion passed to An Zhe's mind, and it finally returned to the place where it should be treated. Human culture fluids did not help, and it would only continue to grow until it matured.

This time there is no bad thing to dig it away, although I don't know why Spore took the initiative to approach that guy.

In fact, it was a good thing that the spore did not approach him that day. Once it showed a tendency to approach itself, it would be immediately observed by researchers, and his identity would be doubted. So An Zhe unilaterally determined that his spores had extraordinary ingenuity.

With the return of the spores, the cavity in his body was finally refilled, and all the restless things fell to the ground at that moment. It was a feeling beyond description, like a new life. Anzhe walked to the window, pressed the button, and raised the metal plate.

The glare came in, and he squinted.

Outside, at the end of the wind and sand, in the golden morning light, a bright red sun sprayed out.

An Zhe slowly turned his head, looking back at this silver-white laboratory, where the machines and the machines were placed side by side, the wires and wires were clear, and the test tube rack on the cabinet was neatly arranged. From this laboratory, he could imagine the entire base. Look like.

This is the base of mankind. Past, present, and future have nothing to do with him.

He clasped his hands on the edge of the window, his knuckles turned white, and pushed open the transparent three-layer glass window.

The window was wide with a one-finger slit, and the hot hot wind wrapped around the gravel, followed by the tingling of the fingers, and the strong wind from the universe was spread in the wind and air outside. The huge wave contained countless tiny ripples, and he seemed to hear the abyss calling him back.

He can go, leave here, go outside, and return to the abyss. It's also cruel outside, I don't know if I can survive, but he recovered the spores, and he was not afraid of anything.

... he was not afraid of anything.

An Zhe pressed her left hand gently against her abdomen, her forehead against the window edge, closed her eyes, and the whole person suddenly shook slightly.

He clasped his right hand on the edge of the window and retracted it, applying force to the opposite place, and "click" softly, and the window closed again, followed by the radiation-proof metal layer. He took a few breaths, put his forehead against a metal plate, and slowly closed his fingers on his side, as if making a difficult decision.

As the radiation was isolated, the tingling sensation in his body gradually faded away, just like Lu Yan held him that night, blocked him with his body, and rolled away from the area with radiation. In fact, Lu Yan would do it for anyone else, but because of this, that scene made him remember deeply, just as he remembered every time Lu Lu left the scene.

An Zhe walked out of the laboratory door. At this moment, two soldiers were passing through the corridor. The team of soldiers who had just patrolled had already gone, and now they were others.

An Zhe met their eyes. He pursed his lips as a greeting, turned and walked towards the stairwell.

In the dim staircase, he could only hear his own heartbeat, beating again and again, faster than usual. The human heart beat faster when he was afraid, but he didn't know what he was afraid of.

Concealed soon, he knew. Once the order is restored and research resumes, important human laboratories will lose things and they will be able to detect the ins and outs. He must go, the sooner the better.

But he couldn't control himself to take out the same angular and cool thing from the shirt pocket, which was a badge on Lu Yan's jacket, which he took off.

He held the thing in his hand and thought, wait until the aurora lights up and hear the news of PL1109 returning to the sea, and then go if there is one day.

The city is not good, only potato soup is good.

If not ... if his spores always wanted to be close to Lu Yan, he would have left.

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