Little Mushroom

Crossing the road covered by yellow sand, it came to the neighborhood, a few hundred meters away, and the soft feet rubbed against the road, making a sound of "sand-" "sand-"

On that smooth, gray-white appearance, I can't see my eyes, my ears, my tentacles or breathing holes. How does it perceive the world? Hearing, vision, or sound waves? This determines how they should escape.

Sibei said, "What ... what?"

Lu Yan didn't say anything, he went to the window and reached out to push the window—the window seemed to be frozen or rusted. When he pushed it for the first time, he didn't move. The arm was tightened, and then the force was applied, and then the window made a squeaking sound of extremely ugly metal breaking and friction, and was pushed obliquely to open a small triangular gap.

The dark muzzle protruded through the gap, but the colonel was aiming not at the monster, but at the opposite street.

There was a slight “bang” —the sound of a gun with a silencer, which was not heard beyond ten meters.

The bullet left a fleeting silhouette on his retina, right next to the window of a building next to the street.

The bullets he used in the field were different from the ordinary bullets used in the trial of humans. The warhead of the depleted uranium alloy had penetration and crushing strength of armor-piercing level.

There was a loud noise, and the whole glass shattered and fell down on the ground.

The monster's movements paused.

Lu Yan raised his gun a few times, and the broken glass fell in that direction.

It did hear it. The creeping foot changed direction, it seemed to stop moving for a while, then slowly moved towards the sounding place-after three minutes, it stopped again, gave up the original direction, and continued to walk to their neighborhood Come.

Sibe took a few steps back subconsciously, his face pale: "It ... it ... can you fight it?"

Lu Yan's thin lips froze slightly. He looked there, his eyes narrowed, his expression terrifyingly calm.

The next moment, he saw that he reached out and clicked, removing the silencer.

He pressed the trigger continuously!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of blasts exploded in the neighborhood around the monster! In a city that is too silent, this sound is like a thunderous thunder.

The monster stayed in place again and again, but at the same time, a sharp tweet suddenly sounded at the other end of the city.

Immediately, a huge shadow rose from that direction, a huge hawk-like bird flew across the sky, it stretched its wings with tens of meters in length, and gliding faster than the bullet-straight Dive towards the white monster that looks similar to it!

The monster gave a high-frequency scream, cracked the white membrane, and stretched out numerous soft thorn-like tentacles and entangled the eagle's beak.

With a dull "snoring" sound, the wings of the eagle's steel armor pierced its body, the monster ate, and the tentacles shrank like an electric shock. The flying eagle took the opportunity to withdraw and immediately flew upwards with a blow. Away from the dense gray-black tentacle attack range, it circled around the sky, and the next moment, it swooped down again with the sound of harsh wind, and its sharp bird's beak straightly inserted into the center of the white monster's body.

Suddenly, the white and flesh-pink liquid splashed out, and the sharp teeth in its beak bit something. The white monster twisted and struggled frantically, its body was too large, the surrounding houses trembled, and the ground buzzed. In the gray human city, two unimaginable monsters just bite and fight--

The ground, which is hundreds of meters in length, was covered with dark mucus. The battle was completely unrecognizable by white monsters, and the internal organs were drained. The flying eagle drew a string of implicated organs dripping in its mouth, nostalgia, turned and flew away.

An Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, only then did he understand Lu Yifang's intention of firing frequently. There is not necessarily only one such monster in this city, he exposed its location with the sound of gunfire, attracting other monsters.

Just listen to Sibei: "How do you ... do you know that bird?"

Lu Yan retracted his gun, put the muffler back, turned around, and a series of actions flowed cleanly and neatly.

"I don't know," he said, "gamble."

Ann looked at the direction in which the flying eagle disappeared. In this case, the flying monster seemed to show an incomparable advantage.

They escaped from the dead, and they didn't talk anymore. In the silence, an old voice suddenly sounded.

"The time is coming." Grandpa said hoarsely. "I'm sixty years old, that's enough."

Lu Yan looked in the direction of the old man.

He asked, "When?"

The old man opened his mouth, he stared at the sky in the distance, with a look of irrational madness: "coming ... when it comes."

"What's coming?"

"Indescribable, unimaginable ..." His voice was filled with dying husky: "It is bigger than everything, invisible, in this world ... coming soon."

Lu Yan's voice was very low: "How did you know?"

"I'm dying ... I can feel it, I can hear it." His voice was slow like a slang that stretched countless times.

When he said that, the old man looked up at the dark sky above the city. It was so low and terrifyingly low that he was pressing directly above the field of vision. The aurora is so bright that the green light is also low, mixed with the dark clouds. Lu Yan said that the reason the aurora is so bright is that the base has adjusted the frequency of the artificial magnetic field stronger.

"People grow on the ground and die on the ground. The sky ..." The old man looked peacefully, his voice getting lighter and quieter: "The sky will only get deeper and lower."

-After the last word came out of his mouth, he slowly folded his hands.

Slowly close your eyes.

Sibe softened his knees and knelt down in front of the old man, placing his hands on his skinny knees: "Grandpa? Grandpa?"

no answer.

The old man's chest stopped undulating and he had left.

Death only occurred in an instant.

Sibei shed tears in her eyes and buried her face in the old man's knee.

When he finally raised his head again, An Zhe said softly, "Are you okay?"

"I ... okay." Sibe murmured staring at Grandpa's face, and murmured, "Grandpa said before that he was not afraid of death. He said that everyone lives and has his own mission, his mission is to protect the mine Everyone here. He can already watch the mine live to this day, and it is already ... "

He looked up at the old man's face, his withered, dusty face. White hair was messy, tangled in some places, and no one could live decently in the dim underground.

He said, "I ... I'll find a comb."

He got up in despair and headed for the other room.

A late life is dead.

In this room, there is another long-dead life. An Zhe turned to look at the sofa in the living room, which had a skull on it.

Its flesh and blood should be naturally rotten, because the whole sofa is centered on it, covered with green, yellow or brown mottled traces, which are traces of mold growth from the layer.

"In the beginning, they were super bacteria, fungi, and viruses. They multiply in human cities and infect everyone indiscriminately. The cities are full of corpses. People who have been to the wild ruins know this." An Fang's ears rang.

He looked up out the window. This was a dead building, a dead city. The building was full of skeletons, and each skeleton was a dead life.

Lu Yan saw Anzhe's gaze, still so calm, as if looking out of sight. But under the reflection of the dark sky, the subtle movements on his quiet and beautiful face combined together, but also presented an indescribable light smoke-like sadness.

Looking away, looking at the city, he said: "When the human base was built, when the comprehensive search and rescue, the base was not strong enough, and many small cities did not receive timely rescue."

An Zhe looked at the endless and endless buildings like the ocean, and it took at least several hours to walk from one end of the city to the other. He said softly, "Is this a small city?"

Lu Yan said, "Yes."

An Zhe opened her eyes slightly.

In his opinion, a city that is extremely wide is just a small city that was too late for rescue.

So how magnificent was the human world before the time of disaster? he does not know.

And such a grand whole is gradually falling-imagine this scene, he seems to see the huge sunset at dusk gradually sinking into the black horizon, a protracted death.

"Dangdang--"

In this dead silence, there was a sound of something falling in the bedroom next door.

Lu Yan asked: "What's wrong?"

There was no answer, only Xibe's trembling exhalation came.

Lu Yanmei, holding a gun, turned and walked over, An Zhe followed.

The room was empty, and there were no monsters or enemies, but Sibe was facing them, his back shaking violently. At first An Zhe thought he was crying. Then, after walking to his side, An Zhe saw him staring at a comb in his hand.

It was difficult for An Fen to describe what kind of wooden comb it was, because it was not one, but two fusions. It was the most common kind of brown wooden comb. It had ten centimeters of handles and fine comb teeth. The handles of two equally common wooden combs grew together closely, as if carved from the same piece of wood. The comb teeth are tilted 45 degrees, one to the left and one to the right, spits out its letter like a two-headed snake.

But if they were just two ordinary combs in the beginning, how could they grow together?

Wood, a piece of wood, the most common and safest thing, but because of this treacherous appearance beyond common sense, has brought the most unparalleled terror.

Lu Yan strode to the dresser where Xibei got her comb. This is obviously a woman's room before the Cataclysm era. On the ivory dressing table, there are countless bottles, jars, and large and small utensils.

Lu Yan reached out to wipe the dust on the mirror, and wiped off one layer, but there was another layer below. The dust seemed to grow inside the mirror, and the mirror was always foggy, distorting their figures into a black mass.

Ann looked at all this, and suddenly remembered that when he climbed the outer wall of the city, the sand fell down, but the sand was still inside, as if the wall had become a mixture of sand and steel.

Lu Yan no longer looked at the mirror. He twisted his eyebrows, glanced over the large and small makeup tools, and finally reached out and pulled out a pair of long rusty tweezers—not tweezers, because the metal tweezers were already in contact with a plastic The eyebrow trimmers are glued together, and the "X" -shaped cross-linked parts in them are integrated into one, seamless. It is unclear whether it is steel or plastic, or a brand-new material that humans have never known.

With a snap, Sibe's fingers trembled and the comb fell on the dusty floor.

"This city ..." he said, "Is there something weird? Let's ... let's go."

"Not this city," Lu Yan said.

He looked at the glued tweezers and eyebrow trimmer and said only three words.

"engine."

These ordinary words fell down like thunder at this moment.

If this weird fusion and change occurs inside the engine, the plane crash is doomed.

An Zhe leaned down and picked up the comb. I can't see any stitching marks, but the carvings on the handles are chaotic, chaotic and crazy. I can't imagine how to mix them together, like the black handwriting spreading out of the tentacles in the flight manual.

An Zhe opened her eyes slightly. Suddenly, the words that Madam Lu transformed into a queen flying to the boundless sky sounded in his ear.

"Human genes are too weak to sense the changes that are happening in this world," she said.

"We all die. All work is futile, just a testament to the smallness and power of humanity."

A thought crossed his mind, like lightning flashing through the sky.

If, if you say ... when people and monsters, monsters and monsters overlap or approach in space, genetic pollution will occur-no, wrong, totally wrong.

"Genes ..." he murmured. "Not genes ..."

The problem is not genes, or not exactly genes. Pollution is the mixing and reorganization of flesh and blood between one organism and another, but this change is accomplished by genetic changes.

If, if this happens, if the attributes of a living thing change instantly, why can't anything else? What is the difference between a biological body and that DNA spiral with other inanimate matter in the world?

So paper and wood will also contaminate each other, so will steel and plastic.

-Then all tangible things in the world will.

It is just that this process is happening gradually. This torrent has just begun to rush. It takes the pollution of biological genes as a precursor, and it has just been exposed to human beings.

These days when the geomagnetism disappears, those mixed monsters eat wildly and capture other creatures' forms to grow themselves. Like humans hoarding food to deal with winter, have they already felt?

Sibe's voice trembled: "In the end ..."

He couldn't say anything.

What kind of age is this? What kind of disaster are they facing? What is going on? What is it What is it

An electric light cut through the sky. The windows shook, the wind from the far-flung ancient cries and made a long sound, poured into the room from the gap, their clothes corners were scratched and flew, hunting and agitation.

An Zhe looked up, he and Lu Yanran looked at each other, the dark and dark in those cold green eyes was like the sky outside.

At the moment they looked at each other, a thunder blast sounded in the sky. The sky was deeper, and between the vast sky and the earth, the pouring rain poured down.

In the rain curtain, everything outside can't be seen or heard-endless gray, endless nothingness, endless horror.

Mrs. Lu's gentle and rounded voice, grandpa's hoarse, hoarse voice, they overlapped, ringing suddenly in Anzhe's ear.

— "The time is coming."