Little Mushroom

"You can call me Polly, or Joan, whatever." Polly Joan said. He was polite, polite, and the best elder in human civilization.

An Zhe said his name.

"You are young, from the North Base?" Polly Joan said.

An Zhe nodded.

"How did you become like this?"

Polly Joan led An Zhe into the white building slowly, asking as he walked.

The ground was smooth. Tang Lan stepped forward and stretched out his arm to help him, but he waved his hand.

"I ..." There was a wave in her vision, and An Zhe slowly looked around.

Inside the white building is a wide hall, which has three floors in total, but these three floors are not separated by layers like ordinary buildings, but open. Looking up from the lobby, the spiral staircase spirals upwards. Looking up from the lobby, you can directly see the translucent dome. At this moment, on the second and third levels of the fence, some creatures slowly gathered and looked down at him silently from above, with a curious look.

Those creatures add up to about forty, most of which have human characteristics, or can be considered humanoid-one third of them are exactly the same as human appearances, and one third has some other creatures on the basis of human Features, such as a gentleman on the second floor, his face is covered with gray-black hair, while the hair of a person on the third floor is like curly tiny vines, and is creeping slightly. The remaining third-completely like a monster outside or something weird, such as a pool of rotten meat hanging on a railing on the second floor.

"They won't hurt you," said Polly Joan. "If one of them loses his will, loses control and goes mad, others will control him."

The fact is, as he said, An Zhe looks at those deformed humans. It is not the cold eyes of the beasts. He can understand the meaning, curiosity, or look at it, and it does not contain a vicious meaning.

"We are all infected, or different species, but fortunately retained part of our will, and Mr. Polly gathered us together." Tang Lan patted his shoulder and said, "We will try to control ourselves not to go Kill each other and fight against the monsters outside. There is no trial court here. You can rest assured. "

Polly Joan coughed a few times, and then he said, "The members of the institute have no hierarchy, we take care of each other, and the strong protect the weak. You are welcome to join this home."

An Zhe slowly retracted his gaze.

"Thank you," he whispered.

Tang Lan asked how he became a alien.

After hesitating for a while, An Zhe said, "I followed my friend's mercenary team ..."

This is where the aliens live together, he knows. But he is still different from the people here. They are humans infected with monsters, and he is a mushroom himself, and he has to conceal his true identity. So he told An Zhe's life, came to the wild, was injured, and then--

"Before I fainted, there was a white mushroom around me. When I woke up, I could become a mushroom." Combining the story of Tang Lan, he made up such a lie.

"The infection caused by mushrooms ..." Polly Joan frowned slightly, and then said, "This is the first case I have seen. No animal will actively touch the mushroom."

An Zhe said, "I don't know."

He really didn't know. Mushrooms in the abyss are just as dangerous as the animals in the abyss. They are either highly toxic or filled with the illusion of fog that can make the animals go mad. It is already a miracle to produce such a small and harmless mushroom in the jungle of poisonous mushrooms. -He even has his own sense of independence.

Polly said: "All members of the institute have different mutations. Although the research may not be fruitful, if you want, I still hope that you can provide more information or let me observe your organization. I will not take Will hurt your way of experimenting. "

An Zhe agreed, and he had nothing to promise.

Polly Joan asked him some more questions. He didn't further inquire about the process of his mutation, but asked him how he had been in the wild, did he suffer, did he have scared animals, and did he have a new habit after genetic modification? ——He seems to be just an elder who cares about him purely. But after Anzhen recognized his inhuman identity, he was still afraid of human researchers. He didn't dare to give closeness to Polly, but just answered them one by one.

He also had a preliminary understanding of the status of the institute. The first floor of the institute is a laboratory and an instrument room, the second floor is inhabited by humans with animal mutations, and the third floor is inhabited by plants. Mr. Records experimental data, some maintenance equipment, some grow potatoes in the back land, and others are responsible for hunting-these people are infected by those extremely fierce monsters, such as Tang Lan. While hunting, they will lay down road signs everywhere. No human beings can understand the road signs except humans. The directions indicated by the road signs are the aliens returning home. Road signs are not limited to the abyss.

Tang Lan said that this place is related to the fusion, but the people here are not the product of deliberate fusion, but were killed in the wild and then fortunately retained the human consciousness and followed the road signs to the institute. The doctor said that this is one million One possible.

The addition of new members is something to be celebrated. The institute specially prepared a welcome banquet for Anzhe-the main food is potato bacon soup, made by a small male tree xenograft.

"Do you like to drink potatoes?" The man choked the soup and handed it to An Zhe. His voice was slightly hoarse, like the sound of rough bark rubbing.

An Zhe reached out and held the hot soup, he blew it, and the warm white mist covered his face.

"Like," he said, "thank you."

"Then do that tomorrow." The man looked at him. "How old are you?"

An Zhe said: "19 years old."

"Then call my uncle. My son is about the same age as you. He lives in District 7. Where do you live?"

Anzhe said: "Six districts."

The man said, "I haven't seen him in five years. His name is Baiye. Do you know him?"

An Zhe shook her head slightly.

"I hope he gets better." Their conversation ends here.

During the dinner, the people of the institute sat in a circle, regardless of their position. Polly Joan sat among them, and everyone was close to him.

——They are also close to Anzhe. At the time of a meal, at least ten people took the initiative to talk to Anzhe. Some of them were mercenaries in the outer city and some were soldiers at the base. They were curious about the process of his mutation and asked the base What's happening, or ask him if he has seen their old relatives or friends. Anzhe didn't tell them the fact that the outer city had been abandoned, but just answered "not seen" and "don't know". He had a kind of nagging feeling, but also no news. This kind of answer seems to be more comforting than the real answer. Heart.

After a meal, Tang Lan took An Zhe to an empty room.

A young man with feathers brought a quilt to the room.

"It was just dried yesterday," he offered to help make the bed, "it's cold at night, you remember to close the window."

"Thank you," An Zhe said, just like the uncle who gave him a meal today, the kindness of the young boy also made him grateful and a little helpless.

After making the bed, the boy took out a red fruit from his clothes and smiled, "Give you something."

After that, he took out another wrapped jerky: "This is for you."

An Zhe took it over, and the dried meat was very heavy. He didn't know how the living standard of the institute was, but in this era, so many dried meats are very precious no matter where they are.

"Thank you," he said, "too much, I can't finish it."

"Take it slowly." Tang Lan, who was standing behind him, seemed to smile and stretched out his hands to give him a collar.

"New people, we will all give presents. I found it here a year ago, and everyone was very kind to me." The young boy said, "It's too hard to be a alien in the wild, to hide from monsters, to find something to eat by yourself .Remember that you are a person, homesick, and you dare not return to the base.

He said, smiling at An An.

An Zhe smiled back.

There was no wind in the room, it was very warm, and the lamps on the ceiling were shining through. An Zhe was holding the jerky, remembering that this month of trekking in the dense forest swamp of the abyss, it was like dreaming.

"Don't cry," said the boy. "There will be a home in the future."

His tone was so resolute and warm, as if all dependence on this research was infinite.

——This is something that Anzhe has never seen in a human base.

He asked, "Is this always the case here?"

"Ah?" The boy froze at first, then reacted, and smiled: "You will get used to it right away."

The moment his voice fell, he suddenly stopped.

——A sudden sharp noise came from the corridor.