Little Mushroom

The lunch at noon turned out to be mushroom soup.

Sibei said that it was planted by himself in the mine and was clean. Pleurotus ostreatus grows fast, and the remaining amount is enough for several days.

An Zhe heard that she shrank to the corner silently. Sibei looked so kind and friendly, but she did not expect to be a murderer of mushrooms.

But he had to become an accomplice in eating mushrooms.

Before starting to eat, he noticed that Lu Yan glanced at himself, and Anzhe thought that the colonel must have remembered the bowl of mushroom soup that he had not been able to drink before leaving the base. This seemed to be a pity, and humans did not like to have regret. I made up for it today.

After the meal, Sibei showed them the grain reserve, not much, some mushrooms, a few dried meat strips, and a packet of salt.

"The meat was stored before," said Siebe. "The traps can catch some little monsters. They say they will be infected if they are too weird to eat. Not surprisingly, they can only be eaten by animals before."

Lu Yandao: "The low-variation monster can be eaten after 24 hours of death."

"The uncles are right," Sibe said.

Lu Yan asked him, "What monsters are here?"

"There are birds, a lot of lizards, and big mice," Sibei said. "Sometimes there are bugs and spiders. We eat more mice."

"But I rarely saw it after the dust storm. I saw two particularly ugly things." Speaking of this, Sibei's face paled slightly: "Extraordinarily large, I'm afraid they found me, I only looked at it with a telescope. Never seen such a thing, do you know what it is? "

"This should be the hills in the east. The pollution level was not high," Lu said. "But the magnetic field accident occurred five days ago, and there was a secondary mutation. A mixed monster appeared."

Sibe: "... ah?"

Lu Yan's voice dimmed: "Original small monsters aggregated into large mixed monsters through the food chain."

Sibei turned pale again.

An Zhe listened to the words of the landing, and it is conceivable that the monsters killed each other and swallowed up, the number has decreased, but the mutation level has been greatly improved. Perhaps even more terrible is that the same thing is happening all over the planet, and every day is more chaotic than yesterday.

The communication was still unreachable, but the colonel still fulfilled his duties. In the afternoon, Lu Yi borrowed paper and pen from Xibei, and simply recorded the situation here.

At night it is a rest time. There is only one generator in the entire mine that can be used, and the line is wet and aging. Only one empty room in the entire mine has electricity. Both of them live here.

After An Zhe took a shower, he dried his hair and leaned on the bed to play with magnets. In this mine, magnets were everywhere.

Holding one piece in one hand, he paired the two poles of the magnet together, trying to squeeze them together. The two black magnets clearly had only air in the middle, but no matter how hard he used, he couldn't get them closer, as if there was an invisible force in the middle to push them away.

He frowned. He didn't know why this happened. He couldn't understand a lot of human knowledge, just like a lot of knowledge in this world. But he still stubbornly wanted to put them together. He felt that as long as there was enough strength, nothing could not be approached.

Footsteps sounded, Lu Yan entered the room, his jacket was washed off by An Zhe, and now it was air-dried. An Zou looked up and saw that the colonel was only wearing a military-style black vest at this time, and the smooth and smooth muscle lines of the shoulders and arms were exposed. The trouser legs of the combat uniform were stowed in the black boots, and he looked even taller. His hair was briefly brushed, slightly messy, and his forehead hair was covered with glittering water droplets.

An Zhe looked at him, left the uniform of the judge, and left the badge. Lu Yan seemed to be just a promising young officer with authority. Even though his eyebrows were still as cold as in the past, the temperature of the cold green eyes did not actually rise, but Anzhe felt that he felt much relaxed. He suddenly remembered that according to the counting method of human age, in his twenties, it was clearly an age when everything had just begun.

Someone in his twenties was looking down at the communicator, but the communicator just replayed over and over again "Sorry, due to solar wind or ionosphere ..."

Shut down the communicator, place it on the table, and Lu Yan sat down beside Anzhe.

An Zhe could not bring the same poles of the two magnets together anyway, he looked at Lu Yan.

"Reject each other," Lu Yan said lightly.

An Frow frowned.

Lu Yan took the two pieces out of his hand, attracted them in opposite directions, and changed directions. The two magnets quickly and tightly joined together, and then he was thrown aside by Lu Yan.

An Zhe asked, "What's in between them?"

He was a mushroom, and Anze had not taken a physics class, and their combined knowledge could not explain the phenomenon.

Lu Yandao: "The magnetic field."

An Zhe: "Is it the same as an artificial magnetic field?"

"Um." Lu Yan said.

An Zhe said, "Can't you see?"

"Invisible."

"Why not see?"

Lu Yan stuffed him into the quilt: "Many things are invisible."

Anzhe said "Oh", the quilt was a little hot, and he showed his arms and shoulders again.

Lu Yan looked at the neckline of his soft white T-shirt, where a blue bruise appeared, and he reached down and pulled down the collar.

The smooth, immaculate, creamy-white skin that was exposed from the collar was covered with traces of blue-purple, very uniform, even to the point where the source could not be found.

An Zhe didn't say a word, opened his hand, and pulled the collar back silently.

Lu Yan's eyes still stayed there. Of course, he recognized such traces. When the base treats repetitive offenses that require severe torture, he will use high-intensity electric torture, and no one can support them without confessing. The sequelae of electrocution are diverse, from physical to psychological. Traces on the skin are just one of them, and more people will never get rid of this painful nightmare throughout their lives.

But when Anzhe wrapped her quilt tightly, she just lowered her eyes and said calmly, "It doesn't hurt now."

Lu Yan looked at his quiet expression. Sometimes he wanted to bully him, and sometimes he wanted to treat him well.

I saw An Zhe wriggling into the bed, giving him the space to lie down.

The bed was not large, and after Lu Yan lay down on his side, they were close. Anzhe also saw a scar on his arm that seemed to be struck by a blunt object. This was not all, and there were also faint bruises or scratches on his shoulder.

He reached out to touch the longest one, but halfway through, afraid of hurting the colonel, he retracted again, curled up in the quilt.

The colonel's eyes seemed mild: "Sleep."

An Zhe said "um" and closed her eyes.

The lashes cast a faint shadow under the light, making his look softer and quieter. He was relaxed all over his body, and Lu Ying could easily recognize this. This little alien seemed to be sure that he would not hurt him-even after his body was covered with electric scars.

It was not the first time that he was puzzled by his actions. When they first met, the night he left the city gate and had nowhere to go, An Zhe said so unguardedly that you can stay with me-at that time he felt that the boy There is a picture, or he is as simple as his appearance, as if he does not know that people do not often invite strangers to stay overnight.

He thought so and asked like this.

"... Aren't you afraid of me?"

Asked by him, An Zhe slowly opened his eyes. Under the dim light of the steam lamp, his eyes seemed to be covered with a soft and beautiful mist.

It was only for such a short time that he seemed to be falling asleep, his voice was dull, and he said, "What are you afraid of?"

Lu Yan didn't say anything. He raised his upper body and looked down at An Zhe, his eyes were heavy. His other hand picked up the gun next to the pillow, and the cold barrel touched An Zhe's cheek.

An Zheqing Ling Ling glanced at him, frowning slightly, he seemed angry again, reached out to push the gun open, turned and turned around-this action also pulled the quilt by the way.

Lu Yan looked at his slender neck, his thin shoulders, slightly undulating with his breathing. Such a person seems to be easily injured and easily protected. After a long time, he pulled out the lamp and lay down again.

Lu Yan sank slightly, and An Zhe pulled the part of the quilt back to him again.

Like a summer night, the tail of the dragonfly tapped the calm lake.

The ripples aren't the only calm water waves.

In a silent silence, he could not tell what emotion was driven, or it was just a subconscious action, Lu Yan embraced An Zhe from behind. His arm pressed to An Zhe's arm, and An Zhe moved slightly. At first, he planned to put his arm down, but finally nowhere to place it, and then moved up a bit, and put his fingers on Lu Yi's forearm. Like he had rolled mycelium on a nearby stone or trunk.

Lu Yan felt his movement.

An Zhe's voice sounded, very light: "Aren't you afraid I will infect you?"

Lu Yan did not answer An Zhe, just as Fang Cai An Zhe did not answer him.

The judge believes in a different species, or the other believes in a judge, and cannot say which one is more absurd-for whatever reason. Perhaps the day they met was the beginning of the most ridiculous story in the world.

But in the dark, no one can see who's face. It seems that it doesn't matter what to do in this isolated place at this unknown time. Everything is forgotten, everything is acquiesced.

Listening to An Zhe's even breathing, Lu Yan closed his eyes.