Little Mushroom

In the communication channel, Polly Jean's voice sounded.

"The stable frequency has covered the whole world." He said: "Please don't worry about material distortion."

"The dungeon base has received it," the voice of the dungeon base operator suppressed his excitement, "Although I don't know what you did - thank God, thank you."

The news kept coming.

"The northern base is still defending." A young voice said that it seemed that someone else had taken Dr. Ji's communication port.

Then came the news of the dungeon base.

"The transport formation has landed."

"Please indicate the location of the survivors of the northern base."

"Start breaking out."

——They still picked up the full moon in the water.

The sun is gradually rising, and in the howling cold wind, the winter sun is dazzling without a trace of warmth.On the test tube rack, the glass glistened.There seemed to be a heartbeat sounding in the silent air.

Aborigines, latecomers, alien species, military officers—they just stood in front of the communication channel, waiting, waiting for the news of the rescue of the dungeon base, waiting for the situation of the northern base, and even the vine that had been guarding the research institute came out of the window. into a branch.

They also whispered occasionally.

"How many of us died?"

"Uncle Shu is dead, and the body is downstairs."

"Where's Tang Lan?"

"--did not see it."

The breakout and counterattack began. No one on the communication channel reported the situation, and everyone waited with bated breath.

In the midst of this silent tension, Polly Jean got up from the computer.

His footsteps faltered a little due to his age or emotions. With a creak, he pushed open the door, and the first thing he stared at was the extinguished Simpson cage—there was blood and corpses outside, but the area of ​​the Simpson cage was clean.Immediately, he turned his gaze to the front.

Outside the laboratory door, the black figure who had been half leaning against the wall also slowly raised his head.

——Those are a pair of pupils that seem to be empty, and tens of thousands of years of ice cover the green ocean.

They only need to meet each other to know each other's identities.

Polly Jean's gray-blue eyes were full of sadness.

"Child." He said softly.

Lu Feng didn't answer him. He looked down at the white paper that Polly Jean had been holding in his hand.

Polly's fingers trembled slightly, and he held the paper forward, on which were a few lines of hastily written handwriting.An Zhe's handwriting cannot be said to be beautiful, the dots, horizontal strokes, and strokes are simple, as clear as a spring lake.

"Polly, thank you for your care. I am the inert sample in the northern base. My frequency may be helpful to you. If not, I'm sorry.

Another: Please remember our agreement. "

"Is he really the inert specimen?" Polly Jean asked.

"The sample is part of him." Lu Feng took the snow-white note with his fingers, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "What did you agree on?"

"If one day, the judges from the northern base come here," Polly said, "...just say that An Zhe is free to go away."

Blood came out of Lu Feng's eyes.

There were heavy footsteps behind him, a dark-skinned Indian man.

——Lum held An Zhe's backpack in his hand, and silently handed it to Lu Feng.

In the backpack, there are some things neatly stacked.

A base magazine, a silver cross star badge, and a black pistol.

Lu Feng's fingers grabbed the edge of the backpack. He lowered his head and stared at the contents inside, unable to see his expression clearly.

"He was picked up from the abyss by our people...he is a good boy, and he is doing well here." Looking at him, Polly said softly: "I know the base can't accommodate him. Did you always know he was here? "

Lu Feng's eyes finally moved from the backpack to Polly Jean.

"I don't know," he said.

Polly Jean's eyes trembled violently, and she closed her eyes in pain.

"I'm sorry," he said.

The unexpected reunion is the last farewell, and there is such a cold torture in the world.

The cold wind blows through the mountains.

After a long silence, Lu Feng asked, "Where is he?"

"The Simpson cage is a high-energy field and a collider. Any matter entering it will be bombarded by the high-energy particle flow and disintegrated into fragments." Polly said hoarsely: "I think you saw it."

There was a sound of the backpack falling to the ground, and the barrel of the gun hit Polly's temple.

Lu Feng stared at Polly with cold eyes.

"Where is he?" He repeated the question word by word. All emotions exploded at that moment, and there was a faint madness in the cold pupils. He was like a prisoner who had been sentenced to death, but he had to confirm the sentence over and over again. .

A pathetic smile played on Polly Jean's lips, and his loving eyes looked out the window at the infinitely high sky. He knew that all the man in front of him needed was a white lie, even though they both knew everything.

"His frequency is sent all over the world, and he will save everything in the distortion." Polly Jean said: "He is by your side...he is everywhere."

Lu Yan just looked at him like that, and they remained in a stalemate until there was a bang, Lu Yan let go with trembling fingers, the pistol fell to the ground, and hit the iron railing of the corridor with a "bang", causing a long and endless metal hum.

"Sorry." Lu Feng's voice was hoarse: "I..."

He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and didn't say any more.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Polly looked at him with pity, and said, "You can shoot me, and you can vent your emotions as you like, kid."

"Thank you," Lu Yan said hoarsely, "If he is still here, I will."

Those were the calmest and most desperate words Polly Jean had ever heard.

They stood side by side in the corridor in the deep winter like this, until the bloody sunset dyed the mountains and abyss, until the victorious cheers sounded in the laboratory.The few words to celebrate the victory are mixed with sporadic information, such as the airborne troops in the dungeon base who sacrificed more than [-] people, for example, the real number of survivors in the northern base is more than one hundred, and for example, people are eagerly asking why the distortion no longer occurs, and the highland What exactly the Institute found.

Sorrow and joy slowly overlap in this way, despair and hope accompany each other.Everything is luck and everything has a price.The sacrifice of countless people, the sacrifice of one person.

A line of tears trickled down from the corner of Polly Jean's eyes.

Suddenly, a mass of white floated down from Lu Feng's shoulders, landed on Polly's clothes with the wind, and touched him with soft mycelium.

"What's this?" asked Polly, picking it up.

"Inert sample." Lu Feng said, "His most important thing."

Polly Jean naturally knew who Lu Feng was referring to. There was only one "he" between the two of them.

He stared at the mycelium.

"This is an asexual spore, the propagule of a fungus." He stared slightly blankly. "He never told us about his species, so he is—"

Looking at the ball of spores, Lu Feng said softly, "He's a mushroom."

His voice was hoarse, but there seemed to be endless pity and tenderness: "He's just...a little mushroom."