Little Mushroom

An Zhe wakes up from a peaceful dream.

In his dreams, he had no eyes, no ears, and no organs used by human beings to perceive. He seemed to be back a long, long time ago when he was buried deep in the soft and moist soil. But that was not the soil. He seemed to be not far from Lu Yan. He was as close to the colonel's breath as he was to death.

After opening his eyes, he stared at the gray ceiling in a daze-he had been trying to keep himself from thinking about the people and things in the northern base, he could feel the passing of the memory, poet, doctor, Colin, he had almost forgotten them Like and human, everything that happened in that city is gradually gone, but Lu Yan appears more and more frequently in his dreams.

Sometimes he opened his eyes and felt that this person was right next to him. The dark green vine leaves hanging by the window were covered with hoarfrost before it had time to die, frozen to a crystal clear color, like Lu Yan's eyes watching him.

But the coldness of the outside world quickly re-wrapped him.

Outside the window, the lead gray clouds were low on the top of the mountain, and the hard ground on the mountain was covered with pine hoarfrost. winter is here.

People at the Highland Institute still care about him. Ten days ago he received a woolen scarf and a pair of rabbit fur gloves. Every day, he wrapped in these warm things and left the main building and went to Polly's laboratory in the white building.

The Simpson cage consumes a lot of power, and the wind turbine has limited power. It can only be turned on for two hours per day. The rest of the time, Polly would do something else. Sometimes, he will teach Anzhe some physics and biology knowledge. For example, everything is composed of molecules and atoms. Atoms can be split into electronic protons and neutrons. However, it is far from the end and constitutes the material basis of this world. No one can see what it is.

"The blind man can only reach out to touch the world to perceive the world, but what he feels is obviously not the whole picture of this thing. Our understanding of the world is as shallow as the blind, and we are destined to see only appearances. We have many hypotheses, but There is no way to verify it is correct, "Polly said.

When he said that, the laboratory window was blown open by the howling north wind on the mountain top, the brown-skinned Indian man got up to close the window, and Polly Joan reached out and pulled up the folded scarf.

The scarf wrapped around Anzhe's neck, and he was buried in soft, warm fabric, and asked Polly: "Aren't you cold?"

"Old age, many places are dull." Polly Joan's gentle gray-blue eyes looked at him. An Zhe could see his reflection in his eyes, wrapped in a white ball. But before looking long, he coughed his head, and it was so cold outside, but his lungs were burning with a fire, and it hurt.

Polly ran down his back and passed the hot water on the table in front of him.

"Are there any antibiotics?" He said to the Indian man named Rum.

"There's some left."

After coughing, An Zhe shivered and took the medicine. The charcoal stove was lit in the room, but he still felt cold.

"I can't find the cause of your illness." Bo used his fingers to wipe away the fine cold sweat on his forehead, his gray-blue eyes had obvious pain, and whispered: "There are no advanced instruments here ... sorry. "

An Zhe shook her head: "It doesn't matter."

Polly said that human understanding of the world is always tasteless, and sometimes he also feels that his perception of humans is only appearance. When he returned to the abyss, he never expected to be treated like this by humans.

For example, Polly, he is not a medical expert, but because of the weakness of An Zhe's body, he began to read the medical literature in the database, and Rum would also help retrieve it.

Sometimes Anzhe would feel guilty for their kindness, because he was not human, and these kindnesses seemed to have been stolen in a piece of human skin. He began to fear that the prototype would be revealed the day he died.

He once told Polly that he didn't have to worry about it. At that time, using the back of his hand to try the temperature of his forehead, he said softly, "You are like my child."

He polled Rum side by side while Polly was away, why Mr Polly treated him so well.

Rum said Mr. Loves everyone here.

"Half of my body was moldy and unconscious before I came to the institute," Rum rolled up his trouser legs, and his sturdy calf was full of scaly scars and bulges like earthworms, a man who was always taciturn. He said a long sentence: "Mr. saved me for six months regardless of day and night. I didn't believe that there would be such a person in the world."

He also said: "I was not a good person before. I killed my teammates when I was a mercenary. Now I have rescued three compatriots from the outside. It is atonement. It feels good to be a good person, and it is better to be a person than a monster. Many people here are like me, and no one does not love Mr. Dai. "

An Zhe clearly remembered that he suddenly thought of Lu Yan for no reason at that time, an inexplicable association. He was thinking about what Lu Yan was doing now. Immediately, he shook his head and kicked the silhouette of the guy opposite Polly out of his head.

Rum is an amateur music lover. When he has nothing to do, he plays the harmonica against a worn-out sheet music, and sometimes teaches An Zhe, the sound is pleasant and pleasant. But Rum said that humans have had instruments that are millions of times better than harmonica, and together they can play extremely magnificent symphony.

Speaking of this, Polly also came to them, joking: "If Rum was born a hundred years ago, he must be an outstanding musician."

Lamb, who has always been dumb, smiled. At this moment, he would take out a worn radio, turn the tape over, press the play button, and the intense or gentle rhythm would be emitted from the rusty machine. The sounds produced by countless instruments together have their own tones and melody. These sounds and melody are combined to form another magnificent sound. Music reverberated in this charcoal-burning laboratory. Below the white building, a man whose left arm turned into a beast's claw beckoned this way. Rum hung the radio on the outside railing and turned up the sound.

The brisk and smooth music came through the frosted window glass, and there was a report before the music was played on the tape. This was Beethoven's Sonata of Spring. An Zhetuo listened. The spring in the abyss is also beautiful, but he probably can't see it.

——He received the short message from the North Base at this time.

The long silent communication channel flashed red-there was only one unknown object on the communication list.

An Zhe called up the communication interface. The text message sent by the unnamed object was only two lines, with a dozen characters.

"It's winter."

"Monsters behave differently, pay attention to safety."

An Zhe enlarged the word and looked back at Polly: "Sir."

"News from Dr. Ji of the North Base," Polly said, "only he has kept in touch with me secretly for years."

The words "Dr. Ji" made An Zhe stunned. He asked: "... want to reply?"

"Response," Pollywin whispered, "you go back for me."

Northern base.

The communication channel lights up and a reply message from the Highland Institute.

"received."

"Thank you for your reminding, please be sure to pay attention to safety at the base."

The doctor passed by the communication screen.

"Captain Lu, hey," he said, "it's hard to imagine that the judge would do such a thing. You're still a kind person."

Lu Yan looked faintly and looked at the text on the screen.

"Who is the opposite?" He asked.

"People you can never imagine," Dr. Ji said, "Poly Joan."