Little Mushroom

They found more evidence in this room.

The windows are difficult to push open because the steel sills are glued to the base.

And that skeleton, looking carefully, its leg bones have disappeared into the sofa.The ugliest existence is a cluster of upside-down lily-of-the-valley-shaped chandeliers on the ceiling of the second bedroom. Its lampshade blends with the metal bracket, melts, and flows down limply, like the last candle burned.The originally snow-white lampshade was covered with jet-black dust, and each grain of dust was a black spot the size of a needlepoint. They were densely clustered together, as if they were about to wriggle towards the face in the next moment.

This weird, what shouldn't have happened, and everything beyond the limits of human cognition and science converged together, giving An Zhe an illusion—this world is like wax melted by fire, gradually, gradually merging into one. group.

Xibei returned to the living room, he sat blankly on the floor, picked up his grandfather's body, lifted him from the chair, and took him away from there, as if the chair was the most terrifying monster, as if the corpse at the next moment You and I will be indistinguishable from a chair.Away from the chair, he put Grandpa on the floor, but the muscles on his cheeks trembled nervously—the floor is also a monster.

In the next moment, his whole body was shaken, and he suddenly took a few steps back—his own existence was also the source of the pollution.

Seeing his panic and helplessness, An Zhe stepped forward, but just as he took a step, Xibei looked at him in horror and stepped back a few steps.

If everything in the world will pollute each other, then only by keeping away from all substances can we preserve ourselves.

An Zhe could understand his fear, and he took the initiative to distance himself from him again.

"I'm sorry, I..." Xibei said with chattering teeth, "I have to... be quiet."

Lu Feng took An Zhe into the bedroom.

When he stepped into the bedroom and saw the flowing chandelier again, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.An Zhe looked up at the colonel, and saw that his green eyes seemed to be frozen.

The next moment, Lu Yan took out his communicator from his jacket pocket, and he held it tightly, his knuckles turning white.

An Zhe was watching from the sidelines. Xibei had already collapsed. As a human being, he knew that Lu Feng's condition would not be better than Xibei.Even, the colonel felt more than Sibei.While overcoming the fear brought about by this crazy world, he also had to think about the human base in the distance - for the human base, he had to stay calm.

If the engine fails due to the mutual contamination of substances, so will the communicator.There was a screwdriver in the drawer of the bedside table in the bedroom. Lu Yan picked it up and turned the screw on the communicator case.

The casing, chips with complex textures, interlaced lines, and countless tiny parts were spread out on the bed.Lu Yan picked them up one by one, and checked their subtle structures by light.

There are a lot of parts in the communicator. After looking at it for a while, An Zhe also took out some simple components from the pile of parts to check whether they meet the standards of human machinery, which are clearly defined horizontally, horizontally and vertically.

After closing the bedroom door, it seemed as if there were only the two of them left in the world.None of them spoke, and in the sound of the rain, they couldn't hear anything except the sound of checking parts. Lu Feng's progress was very fast, and those parts seemed to be normal.

But An Zhe suddenly froze.

He looked at a small piece of chip board in his hand. There were two juxtaposed crimson copper wires on it. Each strand was twisted by dozens of thin copper wires. They should have been parallel with a distance of a few millimeters in between.At this moment, they are all loose, and they are all bent in a strange arc. The two strands of copper wire are close together, mixed together, which is unusual.

At this moment, at least for a short moment, An Zhe suddenly had a thought, if even the communicator was completely broken due to the distortion of matter, if Lu Feng could never return to the base, what would happen to them?

But he's not such a bad mushroom.

——He looked at the chip in his hand, and finally tugged at the corner of Lu Feng's sleeve.

There is a hidden buckle on the inside of Lu Feng's military boots, and there is a sharp dagger inside. Now that the dagger is taken out, An Zhe lights up the chip with the flashlight he brought from the mine, and then watches Lu Feng use the dagger. The tip of the knife picked apart the entangled copper wires bit by bit. There were already signs of adhesion between the copper wires, but fortunately they were discovered in time and could be separated.

When it was finally cleaned up, An Zhe's spirit tensed up slightly.But he still felt slightly dizzy. He seemed to be sick. Ever since the spores showed signs of maturing, his body had become weaker and weaker.

Lu Yan checked the remaining parts again, then assembled them in order, pressed the button, and turned it on.

The next moment, it was not An Zhe's usual "Sorry, the signal has been interrupted due to the influence of the solar wind or the ionosphere..."

"Di-"

"Di-"

"Di-"

The sound of the rain became louder again. Thousands of large raindrops splashed on the window like bullets, making a constant thumping sound. This was a torrential rain that only appeared in midsummer. Gray waterfall.

The raindrops seemed to be hitting An Zhe's soul.

In a daze, he vaguely heard a soft robotic female voice coming from the communicator, but the dizziness became more and more severe, and the world turned into colorful lights and shadows in front of his eyes—the next second, he fell straight forward.

Before losing consciousness, he had only one thought—hope that the spores would not fall out so soon.