Little Mushroom

It has been three years since the final battle.

On that day, the eastern magnetic pole and the western magnetic pole sent out an absolutely stable frequency. Since then, monsters no longer insist on attacking human bases, substances no longer pollute each other, and human beings have found invariance in distortion.Later, that frequency became known as the "bell".

The Highland Research Institute and Mr. Polly Jean, who discovered the "bell", are forever recorded as milestones in human history.

Highland Institute, White House.

Green vines covered the windows and railings. The mutated vine that had been guarding the research institute died naturally a year ago. Its seeds were scattered all over the soil of the research institute, and sprouted and sprouted branches this spring.The distant mountains are covered with a layer of snow-white mist, and the mist is lush green.Everything is normal, everything is calm, like a day in the spring of 2020.

In the corridor outside the laboratory, a wheelchair.

Polly Jean sat on it, and the ancient wind passed through the abyss, climbed up the mountain, and finally blew his white hair.

Beside him, Lu Feng stood.

"In 2020, I was 15 years old, and I was studying physics at the university." An old voice sounded: "Later, I often dreamed that I went back to that year, standing on the podium, standing in the tutor's office, standing in the sports field Central. I told them loudly that the geomagnetic field is about to disappear, and we must take precautions in advance.”

He paused, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Sometimes they believe it, sometimes they don't, but every morning when I open my eyes, I still see this terrible world."

"Fortunately, the world is still as bad as it is now, or even worse, but at least there is no need to count the days waiting for extinction."

Polly Jean bowed his head. He was holding a copy of the "Joint Base Daily", with the date and time on the cover, April 2164.

Four years after the disaster occurred, human beings seem to have finally integrated into this world of fighting each other.

Many people will mention the last war. The northern base chose to rescue the Highland Research Institute. Otherwise, the Highland Research Institute would not be able to persist until the stable frequency was analyzed.The base of the dungeon chooses to assist the eastern magnetic pole, otherwise, the magnetic pole will collapse and fall, and there will be no way to send out frequencies.Both decisions were made based on the kindness of the human heart and narrowly won.

However, there was only one formation of fighter planes to rescue the Highland Research Institute, and only one thousand airborne troops to rescue the northern base.The last struggle of human beings towards extinction is not a magnificent war, but a deep cry.Its survival, evolution, and demise, in the changes of the world, although it thinks it is very important, it proves its powerlessness and insignificance time and time again.

Yes, the human race is actually extinct.

After being infected by the "absolutely stable frequency", they finally obtained permanent and stable immunity. Sometimes, with a certain probability, they could even obtain the monster's gene, obtain those powerful signs and shapes, while still conscious.This may be a victory for fusionism—albeit not using fusionism's theories and methods.

After peaceful integration with monster genes, human beings' own strength has been enhanced, and they are no longer so dependent on limited weapons and equipment.They began to fight monsters in the way of monsters, using simple methods to attack and defend.Some humans choose to leave the base, return to the abandoned city, or form small settlements in the wild.

In short, the city disintegrated.

There are less than five thousand survivors worldwide, and they can no longer organize a grand social structure, or an army—such a thing.Centered on the Eastern Magnetic Pole, the Western Magnetic Pole, and the Highland Research Institute, small settlements radiate outward in a star shape.

And the external monsters that need food are still eyeing them, they no longer covet human genes, or the monsters that have survived until now, most of them have acquired human genes. From another perspective, under the frequency that covers the world, human Gained stability, and so did the monsters.It is an undeniable fact that human intellectual superiority has long since come to an end.

The bell rang, human beings survived, and the era of human beings came to an end. They seemed to be living as an ordinary species in this world with difficulty.

"Some people say it's a decline, but I think it's an ascent," Polly said, looking forward, "We just retrace the journey that human ancestors traveled with new achievements and cognitions."

In the open space in front of the white building, young scientists in white coats shuttled among the instruments.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and a young guy in the middle raised a beaker full of clear water.The situation is obvious: through sampling and reproducing the frequency of the substance, they successfully infected other substances with the frequency of distilled water, turning the dark, turbid water in the beaker into a glass of clear pure water.

——Many things are being redefined, and new theoretical systems are beginning to emerge.Don't know if it's correct, but it's slowly moving forward.

"I still don't understand what these frequencies are. Does it represent the fundamental composition of a substance, or is it just a term referring to the nature of a substance." Polly Jean's voice was hoarse because of his age, "Get the frequency of a specific substance, and then It is an accidental achievement that can change the real world and exceed expectations."

"We are still small, and we just obtained a superficial projection of the real world by simple means, but just a projection is enough to temporarily shelter human beings themselves."

Facing the boundless wilderness, he muttered to himself: "Will we know more in 100, 1000 years?"

Lu Feng pushed his wheelchair beside the waterfall-like ivy.In the spring when all things are revived, fine and dense white flowers bloom on the strangely shaped vines. These flowers are different in shape, dark and light in color, but they exist on one vine at the same time.

"Am I being too optimistic?" Polly smiled: "Whether there will be human beings after 100 years is a difficult problem."

Life is still precarious, and the clouds are still around.Fertility and reproduction problems still do not have a proven solution.

Polly Jean's frayed "Journal of the Union" stopped at page three, which reported two things.

The first reported that a scientist who fused with a bird by chance gave birth to an egg in bird form, only to have the hatchling suddenly take human form at one year old.In the second report, a fertile woman from a dungeon base declared that when her life came to an end, she was willing to walk into a Simpson cage and donate her frequency for research.

"My life is coming to an end." He closed the "Daily" and said.

"Some people finally survived. Over the years, I have been asking myself whether I have redeemed my sins." He said, "But I still can't face what I did back then. I can only wait after death. Let God judge right from wrong."

Lu Feng said: "That's why you left the base back then?"

"Yes, after all, I can't face my own heart, and I can't agree with the belief of the court," he looked at Lu Feng, "I can't compare to you."

"I haven't done anything." Lu Feng said.

Polly shook his head.

The mighty spring breeze blows across the mountain, and the light fragrance of vine flowers is scattered in the wind.

"You have faced everything that I couldn't face back then, and you have persisted for the longest time," he raised his head and held Lu Feng's hand, "Human interests are above all else, thank you for allowing the base and the artificial magnetic pole to persist until the end , and this is the ultimate reason for the victory of mankind."

Lu Feng said, "Thank you."

"I heard that they have started to compile the "Chronicle of the Foundation". How will people judge the Inquisition in 100 years?" Polly looked at the white sky in the east, where the dawn rose, and his gaze contained a sense of distant Tranquility: "Some people will criticize it, some people will praise it, the only certainty is that everyone will remember it."

He continued: "I will remember you even more, kid."

Lu Feng's gaze rested on a snow-white velvet petal.

The sun turns it into a translucent golden crystal.

"No need." His eyes were slightly closed, and his voice was flat, as if everything Polly Jean said just now had nothing to do with him.

The light also illuminates the dark silver buttons and trim on his black uniform. He is tall and straight, dressed rigorously, with perfect facial features, unusual eye color, and cold and indifferent expression, all of which impress passers-by. He left an indelible impression of the new vines twining around the corridor in the morning light, and he stood like that in the surging spring scenery, but he was out of tune with it all.

In the courtyard and in the corridor, many people would quietly turn their heads to look at him.The last generation of judges, he has too many unresolved hatreds and unsolved mysteries.There are different opinions in the northern base. Some people say that he died in an assassination, and some say that he committed suicide by drinking a bullet. Only the people in the research institute know that the judge will stay here forever—but no one knows the reason.

"Look at me, boy," Polly said softly.

Lu Feng looked at him.

Although those gray-blue eyes are cloudy, they are still bright. They are too clear and transparent with wisdom, kindness and sorrow, as if they can see through all appearances in the world.

"Sometimes I think you're liberated, but sometimes you're not," Polly said. "Three years have passed, and everything is going well. Can you still face the past?"

"Do not."

——The answer was unexpected.

Lu Yan looked directly at him, spoke calmly, without hesitation: "I am not guilty."

"No judge would say such a thing."

"The interests of mankind are above all else." Lu Feng turned slightly sideways, a backlit silhouette in the endless morning light, "I have never wavered in my faith."

"You live in pain."

"I used to suffer from the trial," Lu Feng said. "Now, losing him is my only pain."

"I have never seen such a gentle and peaceful child." Polly closed his eyes, as if lost in the past, "He came to the world from an unknown place, as if to suffer. But the suffering in the world will not damage any of his essence. I don't have much time and I just want to see him alive again."

In the long silence, they looked at the laboratory behind them.

Across the wall, young assistants were busy recording data. They were busier than usual, as if today was a special day.Looking in from the window, there is a transparent square cabinet placed horizontally on the snow-white ground, like a crystal coffin.The crystal coffin contained a light green nutrient liquid—in the nutrient liquid, snow-white hyphae grew wantonly, intertwined with each other, and formed a snow-white cocoon, vaguely resembling the shape of a human body.

It grows very quickly, from a spore the size of a date pit to a long and soft mycelium aggregate, just like the young bird that suddenly turned into a human baby, on a certain day, it showed a human appearance posture.

On countless nights, Lu Feng leaned over and looked at the familiar outline through layers of hyphae.

"Is that him?" he asked Polly Jean.

"He is a mushroom that reproduces asexually. There is no difference between the body and the spores. I can only tell you that there is no difference in the genes, and the frequency is eternally consistent. They are the same in the biological sense." Polly smiled slightly , said softly: "In your ancient legends, there are stories about the phoenix being reborn in the raging fire. In fact, it is true for those creatures with simple structures. Death is rebirth, and reproduction is the way to continue life."

"...will he remember?"

"I don't know," Polly shook his head. "It depends on whether the soul or memory is also a predetermined frequency. A mushroom knows what kind of nutrition it should absorb from birth. Where does its memory come from? I tend to In that unknown measure of the universe, they're the same creature. You don't have to worry about that."

Lu Yan moved his eyes to the distant sky, with his usual cold and calm eyes: "I hope he forgets everything."

"why?"

"I and the human base have only brought him pain." He said: "I hope he will never feel this."

Polly shook his head: "How do you know what the world looks like to him?"

Lu Feng's voice fell softly: "So I accept all the results."

Polly did not speak. In the silence, the laboratory suddenly heard the beeping of instruments, the shouts of experimenters, and the sound of ping-pong-pong objects falling to the ground.Those voices came intermittently, allowing people outside to know what was going on inside.

The sun was rising, and the morning light shone on Polly Jean's old body, as if he had finally settled the last matter on his mind. He was relieved, turned his wheelchair, and looked towards the laboratory with more gentle eyes.

Lu Feng didn't look back.

"He's awake," said Polly Jean, "why don't you look at him?"

In the laboratory, there were some chaotic sounds.

After a long time, Lu Feng spoke.

"You once asked me what I think of him." His voice seemed to come from a very distant place: "I have thought about it a lot."

There was another long silence. The golden sun shone across the mountains in the east, and a round of red sun jumped out of the sky.

In the wind, he closed his eyes.Sculptures of those waiting, portraits of pilgrims, every one resembled him, and every one had that look on the night before the judgment.

He said calmly, "He is my judge."

There was a knock at the door, and the sound of light footsteps stopped not far away.

On the top of the mountain, in the sunlight, mist, and breeze, there is a clear and soft voice.

"Lu Feng?"

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