Little Mushroom

Fan's blood spread in the light of Anzhe, crimson. The people in the queue heard the movement, and they turned to look at them. After seeing this scene, they looked back as usual, as if nothing had happened.

But Fans died, and a human was killed at the gate of the human base, and no one disputed it.

So Anzh suddenly realized that this man was the judge, the one that Fans had mentioned to him a day ago.

He is the master of the trial court. He judges everyone who enters the gate is a human or a alien. He can decide the life and death of any person, no matter who it is, no reason is needed.

And now it's his turn to stand trial.

Anzhe's heart beat a few times at first, and the moment he pointed at the muzzle, he realized that he would really die.

But looking at the icy green eyes of the judge, he gradually calmed down again.

It was an inevitable decision to come to the northern base, and then the trial was his end, regardless of the outcome.

He was silent for a few seconds in his heart.

one two Three.

The gunfire didn't go off, and the judge pointed at him with a gun and walked slowly towards this side.

The people in the queue seemed to speed up tacitly, and moved forward spontaneously. After a while, the place was empty and there was only one person.

Eleven, twelve, thirteen.

Counting to the fourteenth second, the judge came to him, clasped the handle with his ring finger, lowered the muzzle, and then stowed his weapon.

Just listen to him: "Come with me."

The tone was cold and bland, just like his eyes.

Anzhe stood there waiting for him to leave, but after three seconds, the man had not moved.

He looked up in doubt, and then heard the judge's voice a little colder than before, saying, "Reach out your hand."

Anzhe obediently reached out her hand.

Click.

He was stunned by the ice.

A silver handcuff was fastened to his wrist at one end and held by an officer at the other end.

-Anzhe was taken away in this way.

Strangely enough, when the fancier was killed, the people in the queue did not respond. Now he was taken away by the judges. Instead, they whispered and whispered.

An Zhe had no time to look back at Fan Si's body lying down and was pulled into the gate.

As soon as he entered the city gate, he found that this was not a narrow passage, but a vast area, which was divided into several spaces. Snow-white lights were shining everywhere, and the lights reflected on the steel walls, like in winter. The light of snow reflected off the gray-white rock sheets.

There are no fewer soldiers and heavy weapons with live ammunition than in the outside. Among the heavy encirclement of heavy weapons and soldiers, there is a long white table, and three officers in the same black uniform as the judges sit behind the long table. This is the judges, a human being sits opposite them. The judge is asking him: "How is your relationship with your wife? Did she leave with you this time?"

From An Ze's memory, An Zhe learns that in addition to changes in appearance, demeanor, and behavior of infected humans, consciousness and memory will also be affected. Therefore, interrogation is also one of the ways to identify different species.

And the man who brought him in took a look over there and said, "Hurry up."

After the central judge said "yes", he looked at the person on the opposite side: "You can go."

The man seemed like the rest of his life, with a smile on his face, and got up quickly through the gate.

So Anzhe knew that the man who brought him over was indeed the judge, and that he said "faster" not to urge the judge to speed up the interrogation, but to show that he had judged in a moment that the person being tried was completely A human.

The next interviewee walked from the line to the long table. The line was far from the long table. There were several door-shaped machines in the middle. There were turns and uphills on a certain distance. Anzhe realized that this was to The judges showed the movement characteristics of the person being tried.

But he didn't have time to see more, because the next second he was dragged and turned into a long corridor.

The man took out a black communication device and said, "Trial Chamber, Lu Yan, apply for a genetic test."

The two words in the middle of An Zhe are his name.

Immediately, a mechanical door slid open in front of them, and Lu Yan went straight in, and Anzhe was dragged by a **** and followed.

This is a silver-white room. Unknown mechanical devices are armed from the ground to the ceiling. Six soldiers are scattered around the room to stand guard. There is a young man with short blond hair, blue eyes, and a white coat behind the workbench at the end of the room. .

"The colonel would come here," the man pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Don't you always solve all problems with bullets?"

Lu Yandao: "Please cooperate, doctor."

The doctor glanced at Lu Yan, got up, and said to An Zhe: "Come with me."

After following him, An Zhe was arranged to lie on a silver-white platform, and his limbs were fixed by a manipulator ring and an ankle, and the doctor said, "Don't move."

Immediately after that, An Zeng's arm hurt. He turned his head over there and saw the doctor slowly drawing a tube of bright red blood from his body.

The doctor said, "The color of your blood is very healthy."

An Zhe: "Thank you for the compliment."

The doctor laughed at his answer.

"Blood is sent for genetic testing. The test time is one hour. The whole body enhancement scan is expected to take forty minutes, don't move."

His voice dropped, blue light rose on the silver platform, and there was a deep humming sound around, without direction, every air was the source of the sound. The sound of sounds in all directions reminds Anzhe of those distant nights in the abyss. The distant sea sends out dull waves. When the night is darkest, there will be the howling of unknown creatures in that direction, which cannot be described in human language Sweep the entire land in the rainy season.

The electric current crawled and bite on him like countless ants. Forty minutes was not long for a mushroom. But Anzhe thought that this might be the last forty minutes of his life. He cherished it and seriously looked at the mechanical lines on the ceiling.

I don't know how long, he heard outside, Lu Yan said: "Andre told me that your inspection methods have been upgraded."

"You are very informed," said Dr. "We found that when the human body mutates, some special fragments in the DNA are activated, and we call it the target. The targets for animal and plant mutations are two. Large category. The improved genetic testing is performed simultaneously by two processes, one is animal target detection, and the other is plant based, which took an hour. "

Lu Yan: "Congratulations."

The doctor laughed and said, "Colonel, if the genetic test takes much less time and costs, will your court be closed?"

"I am looking forward."

"You are so boring."

They stopped talking.

An stared at the silver ceiling and began to think about what his species was.

It's a mushroom.

The doctor said that variation is divided into animal variation and plant variation.

He felt that, first of all, mushrooms were not an animal.

Secondly, mushrooms don't seem to belong to plants, he has no leaves.

An Zhe was confused. He tried to put himself in the plant, but couldn't find enough arguments.

It took him too long to think about it, and before he came up with the result, the blue light disappeared from his side just like ebb tide.

"Yes." The doctor's voice sounded, and the mechanical ring loosened automatically.

Just listen to the doctor and continue: "Colonel, can I ask why you brought him for a genetic test?"

"No."

The doctor was obviously stung.

He helped Anan fold, let him sit down on a swivel chair, and touched Anzhan's head: "Good, take a rest here, I'll see the blood test results."

Anzhe sat down.

The Colonel Judge was sitting opposite, still staring coldly at him with cold green eyes. It was a young face with a sharp outline, the brim of the brim, the forehead, a few black hairs hanging down, squeezing the side of the eyebrow, and the corners of the eyebrows were plated with a thin layer of cold light, like a knife he.

An Zhe was stared at by such a pair of eyes very cold, the mushroom was afraid of cold. He turned the swivel chair at an angle and turned his back to the colonel.

He felt colder.

It was a long time before the doctor's footsteps finally sounded again, thawing the room: "There is no abnormality in the genetic report, you can go."

After a few seconds of silence, Lu Yan said, "Are you 100% sure that he is human?"

Dr .: "Although it may disappoint you, we did not find any targets. There are at least ten other infected people and xenogenes."

After saying that, he said, "You see, kids are not willing to ignore you."

Just listen to Colonel: "Turn back."

An Zhe turned back silently.

He had a dodgy look at the stinging eyes because he was really not human.

As a result, he didn't even know where to provoke the colonel, and the sound of ice-water sounded, "What are you afraid of?"

An Zhe didn't say a word. He intuitively made more mistakes in front of this person, or he was caught by the handle.

Finally, Lu Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "Not yet?"

An Zhe obediently jumped out of the chair and left with him again-this time he was free and not held by handcuffs.

At halfway, Lu Yan suddenly said, "At the first sight of you, I intuitively feel that you are not human."

Anzhe was almost cardiac arrest.

After three full seconds of reaction, he said, "So ... what about the second look?"

"This is the first time I have applied for a genetic test." The colonel reached out and handed him the report of the genetic test. "You better be."

Anzhe could only take all his normal orders silently. For a moment, there were only their monotonous footsteps in the silver corridor.

Near the exit was a turn. They ran into a team head-on, headed by a judge in black uniform. Behind the judge, two heavy soldiers arrested a man, and there was a wolf-faced, tall man beside him Woman with short hair.

The judge saw Lu Yan and said, "Colonel."

Lu Yan glanced at the detained man, and when he looked at him, the man's throat spasmed a few times and he said loudly, "I'm not infected!"

The judge settled in place and said to Lu Yan: "The infection is highly suspected, but there is no conclusive evidence, and the family members strongly demand a genetic test."

Lu Yan gave a faint "um", and the soldier held the man to move forward, passing Lu Yan by his side, just at this moment--

"boom!"

Lu Yan closed his gun and walked without looking back: "No need."

The man's body was planted immediately and dragged by the soldiers. The woman who followed followed screamed and fell to the ground.

An Zhe turned to look at Lu Yan's expression. His eyes were so indifferent—An Zhe had never seen such a look. He knew that An Ze was always gentle, Fan Siping and generous, Hawson was full of greed, and Anthony was alert. But Lu Yan is different. He has nothing in his eyes.

An Zhe thought that for the judge, killing may be more normal than breathing, and he would not have any emotional fluctuations because he was already used to it.

An Zhe soon came to the exit of the corridor with Lu Yan.

At the exit, two light soldiers were waiting for him with a body covered with white cloth.

Anzhe knew it was Fance.

He was hazy in front of him, stepping forward, trying to uncover the white cloth, and looking at Fans' face, but was stopped by the soldier.

The soldier reached out and handed him a blue chip, his tone was smooth: "AR1147 mercenary confirmed that there was no survivor, and the equipment and supplies were recovered from the base. The trophy converted into currency has been merged with the pension and distributed to the family. Please claim the relic . "

An Zhe asked, "Where are you taking him?"

The soldier replied, "Incinerator."

His body trembled slightly, and he did not pick up the ID card.

Lu Yan's voice sounded, "Aren't you?"

An Zhe did not speak. After a long time, he looked up at Lu Yan: "He really ... was not injured."

In those cold green pupils, he saw his image, eyes widened slightly, a kind of sadness.

Lu Yan was still expressionless. When An Zhe thought this man was about to turn around and leave, he took a step forward.

The black stock picks off the edge of the white cloth, and the exposed part is Fan Si's right hand.

Anzhe kneeled down and looked down. On the fingertip of the ring finger, a tiny red dot, like the most insignificant stab wound, but at the edge of the red dot, a drop of ominous gray-black turbid fluid was slowly leaking out.

He froze, and the scenes suddenly came to mind.

Human blood was on the ant's nails-just that day, Fans told him that some people would conceal the truth of the injury because in places with little pollution, there is still a chance that they will not be infected after the injury, and That man wants to go home.

So, so-the man who was stabbed by the ant armor was not Anthony, but Fance.

An Zhe couldn't breathe and his fingers were shaking. He took Fans' ID card, put it in his pocket, turned his head to look at Lu Yan, but his side was empty.

He stood up, looked out, and saw a sharpened black back, far away under the gray sky at the gate of the city.

A moment later, there was a sudden sound behind him, and he turned around and saw the woman whose companion had just been killed. She stumbled out and was stopped by the soldier.

"Lu Yan! Judge--!" She struggled hard, bumped forward, waved her arms in the air, and hissed out: "You must not die--!"

A husky, sharp voice kept bursting out of her chest, echoing through the building, but she didn't even get a turn from the judge.

The surroundings gradually became silent, and the two bodies were removed in turn. In the empty aisle, only the woman intermittently cried.