Little Mushroom

An Zhe woke up from a peaceful dream.

In the dream, he had no eyes, no ears, and no organs for human perception. He seemed to have returned to a long, long time ago when he was buried deep in the soft and moist soil.But that wasn't the soil, he seemed to be not far from Lu Feng's side, he was as close to the colonel's breath, closer than death.

After opening his eyes, he stared at the gray ceiling in a daze - he had been trying hard not to think of the people and things in the northern base, he could feel the passing of memory, the poet, the doctor, Colin, he had almost forgotten them With his appearance and personality, everything that happened in that city gradually faded away, but Lu Feng appeared in his dreams more and more frequently.

Sometimes when he opened his eyes, he suddenly felt that this person was beside him.The dark green vine leaves hanging by the window were covered with hoarfrost before they withered in time, and froze into a crystal clear color, like Lu Feng's eyes looking at him.

But the coldness of the outside world quickly wrapped him up again.

Outside the window, the leaden gray clouds are low and heavy on the top of the mountain, and the hard ground on the top of the mountain is covered with hoarfrost like pine flowers.winter is here.

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

The Simpson cage consumes a lot of electricity, and the power of the wind turbine is limited. It can only be turned on for two hours a day.The rest of the time, Polly does other things.Sometimes, he would teach An Zhe some knowledge of physics and biology. For example, everything is composed of molecules and atoms, and atoms can be split into electrons, protons and neutrons. However, it is far from the end, the material basis of this world What it is, no one can see.

"To perceive the world, a blind person can only reach out and touch things, but what he feels is obviously not the whole picture of the thing. Our understanding of the world is just like the blind, and we are destined to only see the appearance. We have many hypotheses, but There's no way to verify it's correct," Polly said.

While saying this, the window of the laboratory was blown open by the howling north wind from the top of the mountain. The brown-skinned Indian man got up to close the window, and Polly Jean reached out and pulled Anzhe's scarf up.

The scarf wrapped An Zhe's entire neck. He was buried in the soft and warm fabric and asked Polly, "Aren't you cold?"

"As I get older, many things become dull." Polly Jean looked at him with gentle gray-blue eyes, and An Zhe could see his own reflection in his eyes, wrapped into a white ball.But after he didn't look at it for a long time, he bowed his head and coughed. It was so cold outside, but his lungs felt like a fire was burning, and it hurt.

Polly followed his back one by one, and handed him the hot water on the table.

"Any antibiotics left?" he asked the Indian man named Rum.

"There's some left."

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

"I can't find the reason for your illness." Polly wiped the fine cold sweat off his forehead with his fingers, and there was obvious pain in his gray-blue eyes, and whispered: "There are no advanced instruments here either... sorry. "

An Zhe shook his head: "It's okay."

Polly said that human beings always have a superficial understanding of the world, and sometimes he also feels that his knowledge of human beings is only superficial.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 An Zhe's weakening body, he began to read the medical literature in the database, and Rum would also help with the search.

Sometimes An Zhe feels guilty because of their kindness, because he is not human, and these kindnesses seem to be stolen by him wearing a human skin.He began to fear that the day he died would reveal his archetype.

He once told Polly that he didn't need to bother. At that time, Polly tried the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand and said softly, "You are like my child."

In Polly's absence he had asked Rum, in a circumstantial way, why Mr. Polly had been so kind to him.

Rum said Mr. loves everyone here.

"Before I came to the research institute, half of my body was broken and moldy, and I was unconscious," Rum rolled up his trouser legs. His sturdy calf was covered with hideous scars and earthworm-like protrusions. This man who has always been taciturn He said a long sentence: "Sir, he treated me day and night for half a year. 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, which is a redemption. It feels good to be a good person, and it is better to be a human than to be a monster. Institute Many people here are like me, and there is no one who does not love Mr.

An Zhe clearly remembered that he suddenly thought of Lu Feng for no reason at that time - an inexplicable association, he was wondering how Lu Feng was doing now.Then, shaking his head, he pushed the profile of the opposite of Polly out of his mind.

Rum is an amateur music lover. When he has nothing to do, he will practice playing the harmonica in front of an old score, and sometimes teach An Zhe. The sound is beautiful.But Rum said that human beings have musical instruments that are thousands of times more beautiful than the harmonica, and together they can play an incomparably grand and shocking symphony.

When talking about this, Polly also came to them and joked: "If Rum was born 100 years ago, he must be an outstanding musician."

Rum, who has always been taciturn, smiled. At this time, he would take out an old radio, turn the tape over, press the play button, and a fierce or gentle rhythm would come out of the rusted machine. The sounds made by countless musical instruments each have their own timbre and melody, and these timbres and melodies are combined to form another magnificent sound.Music flows and reverberates in this charcoal-burning laboratory.Downstairs, a man whose left arm had turned into a beast's claw waved towards him. Rum hung the radio on the railing outside and turned up the volume.

The brisk and smooth music came through the icy window panes, and there was an announcement before the music played on the tape. This is Beethoven's "Spring Sonata".An Zhe rested his chin and listened, the spring in the abyss was also beautiful, but he probably couldn't see it anymore.

——It was at this time that he received the text message from the northern base.

The communication channel that had been silent for a long time flashed red - there was only one nameless person on the communication list.

An Zhe called up the communication interface, and the text message sent by the unknown person was only a few lines and a dozen words.

"Winter has come."

"The monster behaves differently, be careful."

An Zhe enlarged the words, looked back at Polly: "Sir."

"The news about Dr. Ji from the north," Polly said, "he is the only one who has been secretly contacting me these years."

The three words "Dr. Ji" made An Zhe dazed for a moment, and he asked, "...Do you want to reply?"

"Reply." Polly Wen said: "You can reply for me."

northern base.

The communication channel lights up, a reply text message from the Highland Research Institute.

"received."

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

The Doctor walks past the communication screen.

"Colonel Lu, tsk," he raised his voice, "it's hard to imagine that the judge would do such a thing, and you are actually a kind person."

Lu Yan looked at the text on the screen calmly.

"Who's on the other side?" he asked.

"Someone you would never expect." Dr. Ji said, "Polly Jean."