Little Mushroom

The engine roared, and PL1109 slowly vacated.

Together with it, the entire formation of fighter jets formed the air combat force of the base.

On the vast plain, monsters rushed towards the base like a tide.

Through the porthole, Lu Feng looked to the northwest of the base.

Amidst the howling sounds from the monster, the nearest one is not outside, but inside the base, where the military base is located.

They demanded the abolition of the power of the trial court to kill and kill, and the transfer of suspected mutants to military camps for custody. In order to demonstrate the correctness and nobility of this move, Colin, the host of the anti-judgment movement, volunteered to be their partner with several other core members. Watchers and Watchers.

So when the distortion came, it was the first place where monsters broke out.It's too far away to see clearly, it must be the scene of blood spattering.

But no one cared about it anymore, the alien species mutated by humans was just the weakest category of monsters.

A monster covered in slime, a hideous octopus, it is as tall as the Petronas Twin Towers, its tentacles are wrapped around the buildings of the Twin Towers - in the tower, the lights flicker frantically, the tentacles pierce the glass, and the sharp teeth devour humans, screaming The sound became one piece.Can be heard even in the air.

"Is it fried?"

"fry."

A large equivalent of uranium bombs was thrown down, and in the mushroom cloud, the monster's body was broken into countless pieces. The corridor bridge of the twin towers collapsed and fell to the ground. The two towers tilted slowly, collided, and collapsed.

The frantic attack and resistance lasted for an hour.

Then, they can't bomb anymore.

Except for the location of the artificial magnetic pole, other parts of the base have been occupied by monsters and then razed to the ground.

The target of the monster is only the living.

At this time, they are all aimed at the entrance of the magnetic field center, which is the last wartime camp of human beings. In order to protect the magnetic poles, the protection there is the highest standard, with iron walls.

So those huge, ugly, and indescribable species are densely packed, firmly surrounding the center of the magnetic field, and they hit and enter.

The air formations were unable to drop another shell, for their light shells had been depleted, and only a handful of heavy thermonuclear weapons remained at this moment.

If they want to kill the huge monsters outside the center of the magnetic field, the aftermath of the thermonuclear weapon will flatten the entire artificial magnetic pole. Even if the control range does not damage the magnetic pole, the huge destructive power of the thermonuclear weapon will directly destroy the power supply system of the base , to accelerate the death of people in the center of the magnetic field.

At this time, all land combatants died.

The conditions inside the center of the magnetic field are unknown.

Except for more than a thousand people who were temporarily transferred to the center of the magnetic field, no one survived the base.

The air formations were helpless.

One thing that is even more chilling is that now is the era of distortion. Distortion means that matter has fundamentally changed. Perhaps in the next second, the plane will crash, the magnetic pole will be damaged, or there will be no contact infection Happened to those 1000 people in the center of the magnetic field, the poles were breached from the inside.

Worse than death is witnessing the complete demise of the city.

The aircraft formation hovered quietly in the sky, like ghosts floating out after the death of the entire base.

The comms rang.

It's a message from the Temporary Command Office of the Magnetic Field Center.

"This is the center of the magnetic field, and the military is defending the entrance. The firepower consumption is half, and without considering other accidents, the estimated defense time is three hours."

"Although I don't know why the base became the target of the monster's attack, the current situation is not something we can handle, nor can the air formation be able to deal with it."

"But we request the air formation to end the combat mission immediately, fly away from the base immediately, and find a safe place to land."

"Although I don't know how long you can survive, please survive."

"Air formation please evacuate the base immediately."

The aircraft formation hovered for a long time.

"Repeat, order, please evacuate the air formation immediately from the base."

"The base blesses you."

Abyss, Highland Institute.

After the magnetic field fails, the image on the screen changes.

All the clutter is gone, just the evenly distributed noise that fills the screen.It cannot be said that it is regular or irregular, because it is too chaotic but shows an indescribable neatness.

Polly just stared at the screen like that, he was obviously just looking at the screen - but An Zhe felt that he was looking at a huge indescribable thing through the screen.

He remembered what Tang Lan said to Polly an hour ago.At that time, Tang Lan asked Mr., did you already understand something, but you just didn't want to tell us, because the truth may be beyond our ability to face.

At this moment, facing Polly's gaze, the same thought also rose in his heart.

"What do you understand?" he asked.

In silence, Polly said: "Maybe it's not exact, but it's a string."

"string?"

"Atoms, electrons, photons, and matter are made up of elementary particles. What are the elementary particles made of? Strings. A string is an energy line in a two-dimensional space. When they start to vibrate with a specific frequency, it is like jogging into a line , the lines become planes, and the strings become particles in our space-time."

"The Simpson cage is a masterpiece of high-energy physics that was originally used to test whether string theory was true. Now it may be true."

An Zhe whispered, "I don't understand."

"It doesn't matter, you already know the wave and frequency before." Polly said: "When you pick up a violin and pluck different strings, the strings vibrate because of the plucking, and different vibrations produce different sounds. We The energy units all over the universe are called strings, and the various vibration frequencies of the strings produce different particles, which make up our world."

"Our world was stable before because our strings kept playing a constant tune. So electrons are electrons, atoms are atoms, and the formulas of physics have always been those formulas. And now—"

An Zhe opened his eyes slightly. With this metaphor, he understood what Polly wanted to say.

"The scariest thing is not that this theory is correct. It's that... now, it's time to change the tune." Polly said, "The strings of the universe have to be played in another way. Or, The frequency of the universe is inherently chaotic, and human beings are only born in a short period of stability, and when the era of stability ends, everything will return to chaos.”

A gray light slowly lit up in the sky.

It seemed that only three or four hours had passed since nightfall, but the dawn began to rise.

"All laws are collapsing, and matter begins to distort from its fundamental nature, you, me, the earth, the sun, and the galaxy. The rotation is accelerating." Polly said.

An Zhe said, "What will happen in the end?"

"I don't know." Polly shook his head slowly: "Biological and non-living things will be mixed together, all tangible things are changing, time and space are all bent, and everything will become another appearance that we cannot understand. Only one thing is certain."

An Zhe waited for his answer.

"We're all going to die." The voice fell.

An Zhe coughed violently again. He seemed to be coughing up all the blood in his body. His body weakened faster than material distortion. He hugged his knees and curled up on a chair near the fireplace. He was still alive. As if destined to witness the extinction of humanity at the end of life.

Tang Lan went out.The research institute is full of half-human, half-monster aliens. Some of them have powerful fighting power, while others are just ordinary animals and plants, even slower and clumsier than human bodies.

Every branch of the huge vine that surrounds the entire research institute stands upright, its branches and leaves stand upside down like cold hairs, in an aggressive posture.

The rustling black shadows climbed up from the abyss, like a black tide rising up, the crawling monsters were slightly slower, while the flying monsters had already circled to the top of the mountain and swooped down.Why did they gather to attack the human base after the magnetic poles were defeated by waves?Is there anything special about this timing?Or is it just because the human body is weak and easy to prey?

Should not be.

Polly murmured, "What do they want from here?"

The whistling wind and Tang Lan's voice came from the intercom on the side: "The monsters from half of the abyss are walking out, and the monsters from half of the abyss are coming here. The flying monsters come up first."

"We can't stand it, sir, what shall we do?"

The Highland Research Institute had a small amount of weapons reserves of its own, and a cannon rang, and a bird fell in the middle of the Simpson cage.

The light of the Simpson cage was so bright that An Zhe was able to see this scene clearly - the tips of its wings first touched the crimson laser and flames, and instantly turned into shining powder, and it raised its neck.It seemed that he wanted to scream, but his body fell rapidly due to the force of gravity, and fell into the sea of ​​flames.

——Then, its body was completely shattered at that moment, and the shining dust diffused in the Simpson cage, like a spring dust storm, like sparks bursting out with a "crack" when firewood is burning in the fireplace.

Then, the spark went out and disappeared without a trace.

A life just disappears, from body to soul.

An Zhe flinched, and he took a few breaths with difficulty. This might not be a neat way to die, but it was better than him being delayed by time.

Polly helped him up and gave him a sip of glucose water, but the warm liquid flowing down his esophagus was like a knife-like torture.

He leaned against Polly.

"The Simpson cage is a strong force field and a high-energy particle flow, and its energy is too great."

An Zhe nodded. After seeing the death of the flying bird, he understood why Polly strictly prohibited people from the research institute from approaching the Simpson cage.

"Let me think about it..." Polly said, "Is it possible to lure all the monsters into the Simpson cage?"

He said so, and he did so. The people in the research institute are equipped with more than a dozen simple communicators to communicate with each other. The combatants moved into the white building, behind the Simpson cage.

The monsters were targeting the people in the research institute, and their attack target had obviously shifted here.

At this time, Polly informed Tang Lan to open a gap, and an indescribable flying monster with star-shaped tentacles swooped straight down.But the flames of the Simpson cage blocked the door of the White House, and it had to go straight through it if it wanted to rush to the White House.

Without hesitation, it chose an angle least affected by the sea of ​​fire, and glides downward.

On the screen, several clear curves suddenly appeared.

They are intertwined, as clear as the long ripples left by the flippers of ducks swimming on the lake.

Polly stared at the curves.

When the monster's body disappeared, the curves also disappeared, turning into irregular snow-white noise again.

"In the past, when monsters or alien species were burned in Simpson cages, the curves were very chaotic at that time. It seems that it was also due to the influence of the magnetic field." He said: "So, these few curves represent the frequency of the monster itself. If There are different monsters coming in—"

Before the words fell, there was a dull sound, and the person on the ground who sniped the monster with a gun hit a smaller monster, and it also fell into the range of the Simpson cage.

The same flash dust was blown up, and on the big screen, several lines that were completely different from the flying birds but still clearly visible appeared.

Polly's breathing came quickly.

"In the world made up of elementary particles, every creature has its own frequency, and every substance—every element also has its own frequency." He said: "They are independent of each other in stable fluctuations, and they are independent of each other in chaotic fluctuations. infect each other."

He looked at the jumping curve on the screen and the calculated parameters, and the expression on his face could be described as crazy: "The frequency captured by the Simpson cage can be reproduced with a magnetic field generator. At the beginning, we simulated the geomagnetic .If we send the frequency of the captured monster, the creatures within the range of the artificial magnetic field will be infected by this frequency."

He said in a daze: "At the last moment, God finally let me see a corner of the truth. Should I thank him?"

He seemed to have been ordained by some god, or inspired by a flash of inspiration.

"Nature, is the classification of the species itself a series of numbers that can be expressed with parameters? Can we also use a few words to summarize it in a high-dimensional or low-dimensional world?"

"We study geomagnetic fluctuations, so we got the frequency that represents protection and confrontation, and we have been able to survive in this era for more than 100 years. In fact, we have already come into contact with part of the truth."

He wrote and drew on paper over and over again.An Zhe quietly looked at Polly's back, even at the moment of imminent death, the truth is so important to human beings.To him, it was meaningless.Human beings use various complicated theories to represent the world, but in his eyes, the world is the world, there are not so many things that can be analyzed and explained, it is just a complex appearance.

Polly was still talking.

"When I was a fusionist, I studied genetic changes and the attribution of consciousness. It felt like when God created man, he randomly assigned a value to each species, or each individual—completely random, no one Know what your value is. For example, my value is 2, and the value of a vine is 3. When I am scratched by the thorns of the vine, it overlaps with it in space, and its value is higher than mine——it can occupy My consciousness. Facts have proved that intuition is correct, one kind of fluctuation covers another kind of fluctuation. There are strengths and weaknesses between fluctuations. In the world, there is the strongest fluctuation that can cover everything, and there are also weak fluctuations that are always covered. "

He looked at the monsters approaching outside, and his gray-blue eyes showed an almost nervous expression. An Zhe knew that this meant that his scientist's brain was spinning at a crazy speed, and he was processing and getting too much information. So that I can only rely on quick dictation to sort out my thoughts.I just heard Polly muttering: "What do they want? Do they get the most powerful frequency? Or sense that the magnetic field generator can emit specific waves?"

"Or, or..." His eyes widened, "Then, is there an absolutely stable frequency?"

He grabbed a piece of paper in his hand suddenly: "Gibran once told me that the northern base found a sample that was absolutely inert—"

He picked up the communication device.

An Zhe watched the scene quietly.

He actually didn't understand a lot of what Polly said.

But he understood a little more.

How did he have his own consciousness a long time ago?He couldn't remember, it must have been a coincidence, a tiny ripple in this grand fluctuation.

So there is him.

The fate of human beings is also like an ever-changing music.

Later he met Anze.

After coughing, he stood up from the chair. If he didn't pay attention to it, the physical pain was not worth mentioning.

Polly heard the sound of him getting up, even at the moment when he was so emotional just now, he still said to him in a gentle tone: "Don't get up, there is no need for help here, you should rest well."

But he immediately turned his attention to his research and discovery.

An Zhe picked up a piece of paper, wrote a few words on it with a pen, folded it, handed it to Rum, and then walked towards the door. Rum opened his mouth, but he made a slight gesture of silence .

Standing outside the door, through the translucent glass door, An Zhe looked at Polly inside tenderly and sadly.

With a click, he locked the door from the outside.

The sound woke up Polly, who was immersed in research, and he looked up.

An Zhe turned around and walked down the stairs. His footsteps were slightly unsteady, and his internal organs seemed to be burned by flames.

Finally, he made his way through the people on the first floor of the White House, down the front steps, and into the burning flames of the Simpson cage.

He shouldn't be here.

He is a member of the abyss, and those who are attacking humans are his kind.

Now the opposite is true.

Do I feel pleasure or pain from being part of the human community?

The flames rolled up and burned his face, he bent down and coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood.

It takes time for a mushroom to wither, and the melting of mycelium is a slow process. He closed his eyes countless times, feeling that he would not open them again in the next second, but he opened them anyway.

What kept him till this hour?Probability?Polly said that probability is destiny.

Then, take it as fate that brought him here!

The vines of the Conservation Research Institute fell to the ground with a "bang". Half of Tang Lan's wings were bleeding, and he staggered up into the air, fighting with the giant eagle that swooped down. The sharp beak pierced his shoulder, and a pool of blood splashed come out.He didn't even groan, he held down the bleeding wound with one hand, and stabbed the giant eagle's eyes with sharp claws that shone with cold light with the other hand.

Blood dripped on the ground.

Human beings have happiness and pain that are different from other creatures, do they regret it?

An Zhe smiled, and took another step towards the Simpson cage. The tongue of fire licked his face, scorching like a hot summer.

He didn't look back when there was the sound of banging on the glass from the white building.

Burning together with the Simpson cage is the sunset in the sky. The huge sun is sinking, and the magnificent golden red luster illuminates half of the sky. The battle in the research institute is still going on, with howls, explosions, blood, morning light, and flames mixed together.

Uncle Shu, who had cooked potato soup for him, was picked up and dropped from the ground by the monster. His body hit the ground heavily, his eyes froze, and blood flowed from his eye sockets.

Death was everywhere on the blood-smeared ground.

Everything in the world became slow motion in his eyes, and An Zhe took another step forward.

"Don't..." Uncle Shu's hoarse voice uttered a syllable, and he coughed a few times: "Don't commit suicide..."

The instinct of a creature is to live, and the instinct of a species is to continue.Man has never gone gentle into that good night.

Facing the Simpson cage, An Zhe finally felt the panic of death. He looked at Uncle Shu and asked softly—as if he was asking himself: "But can you still live?"

Uncle Shu's consciousness was no longer clear, he shook his head slowly, and then looked at the distant sky.

His eyes suddenly froze, and after two seconds of silence, he suddenly gasped a few times, showing an excited expression.

A low hum that was different from howling monsters sounded in the sky, and An Zhe suddenly raised his head.

In the distance, on the golden horizon, a group of neatly arranged black shadows flew towards this side smoothly, and the end dragged long tail feathers in the clouds.

"Fly...the plane." An Zhe heard Uncle Shu say.

He knew it was an airplane.Looking up at the familiar shape, An Zhe suddenly felt a kind of sincere joy.

The call for help to the northern base turned out not to have been ignored.Polly told Tang Lan to ask them to help the base on the day the research institute ceased to exist.But now, it is the base that has come to help the research institute regardless of the past.

— at the moment when everything is doomed to end.

Polly is right, his race is despicable and noble, you can use the greatest malice to speculate on human behavior, and you can also believe in human kindness and tolerance to the greatest extent.

But the artificial magnetic pole has failed, what will happen to the base?

What will happen to Lu Feng?Or does the base no longer exist?where will he beHe knew that Lu Feng would give everything for the base until the day the base no longer needed him.

A line of tears slipped from An Zhe's eyes, his love and hatred seemed to be nothing in this grand doomsday, Lu Feng had Lu Feng's mission, and he also had his destiny.

He takes another step.

bang.

The miniature nuclear bomb was released from the ejection hole of PL1109, and with a loud noise, it cut off the upward path of the monsters below.Mountaintop—such a mountaintop is destined to be the target of public criticism, but it is also destined to be easy to defend and difficult to attack.

"The hatch is open." A cold and calm voice sounded.

"Hang glider ready."

"There is a malfunction, wait a moment." The flight technician said.

The fighter plane was diving, and the hatch made the sound of mechanical opening.

Lu Feng took the hang glider from the soldier.

"Are you going down?" Hubbard said.

Lu Feng: "Yes."

"When aiding the dungeon, it was for the benefit of mankind." Hubbard looked at him: "Now? Is the Inquisition coming to help the alien species?"

Lu Yan just watched the mercenary captain also take over a glider and started debugging, he said lightly: "Why are you?"

"I don't know." Hubbard whispered: "I always feel that I will regret it if I don't come."

Click.

The cabin door popped open.

"My God." The flight technician stepped back. "Fire? What's that?"

The strong wind came in from the outside, and Lu Feng stood at the hatch and looked down.

Suddenly, he was stunned.

In front of a sea of ​​flames, An Zhe looked up, and he looked at the visitors from the northern base.

At that moment, it was as if time stood still.

He saw him, and he saw him.

An Zhe trembled violently, and he looked straight into Lu Feng's eyes.

The parting was planned for a long time, but the reunion was so unexpected.

But he didn't expect to see Lu Feng here, and he knew that Lu Feng didn't expect to see him here either.

The air waves from the fighter plane scraped at the corner of his clothes, as if subconsciously, he slowly stretched out his hand in the air.

Those long-lost green eyes just stared at him like that.Inquisitors with the mission of killing alien species came to aid the Fusion faction's base, and a monster stood in the center of the Human Research Institute.

It was absurd from beginning to end, but when the brilliant light poured down, they were suddenly illuminated in each other's eyes.

Yes, Lu Feng is such a person.

An Zhe curled his eyelashes and smiled at Lu Feng. In his limited memory, he had never shown such an expression to Lu Feng.

It was so far away, but he saw a smile slowly appearing in those green eyes—there seemed to be infinite tenderness.

With a gunshot, Hubbard fired a shot at the monster in the air, and the fighter jets threw uranium bombs around the research institute. The artillery fire raged, and the sound of explosions, fighting sounds, and howling mixed together into a grand sound, which merged into this scene from the universe. In the deep symphony.

And monsters from the abyss keep coming up.

Sandstorms are coming after the magnetic field disappears.

The last piece of human territory is falling.

Humanity - going extinct.

They stared at each other for a long time, as if the deepest hatred had been erected between them, and it seemed that the previous suspicion had been resolved in an instant.

The day they will be together again, again, freely—

freely--

An Zhe slowly closed his eyes and leaned forward.

Like a detached leaf withered in late autumn.

In the raging fire of Simpson's cage, when the morning sun slowly rises and the human sunset slowly sets, his body turns into flying light dust, dissolving, flying, and ending.

In the laboratory, on the screen full of noise, those vibrating irregular points suddenly gathered, rotated, and the analysis program started. Three seconds later, several slowly intertwined frequency curves appeared on the screen.

like destiny.

Looking at the jumping parameters on the screen, Polly Jean switched the communication channel to the emergency channel connecting the Northern Base and the Dungeon Base, wondering if they could hear it, his voice suppressed trembling calmly.

"This is the Highland Research Institute."

"Please adjust the artificial magnetic pole emission frequency."

"Channel A1, 2, 5, 2.7."

"Channel A2, 9.13, 5, 3, 1."

"D3 channel, 4, 0, 7."

"Runge wave, level 6."

"Adams feature, panel 3."

"The configuration is complete, please start."

"Repeat."

"Channel A1, 2, 5, 2.7."

"Channel A2, 9.13, 5, 3, 1."

"Channel D3..."

Behind him, Rum's fingers tremblingly completed these parameters, and pressed the central round button.

The tops of the white towers at both ends of the Highland Research Institute shone brightly.

The invisible silent fluctuations radiate outward like ripples between the two white towers.

The east, west, grand fluctuations are sent out by the two human magnetic poles.

Like the first bell of the new year.

All sounds are silent.