Little Mushroom - Chapter 65

They found more evidence in this room.

The windows were difficult to push open because the steel window edges were already glued to the base.

The skeleton, when you look closely, its leg bones have disappeared into the sofa. The ugliest existence is a cluster of upside-down lilies of the valley on the ceiling of the second bedroom. Its lampshade and metal stand are mixed with each other, melted, and flow downward softly, like burning the last candle. The original snow-white lampshade was covered with dark dust, each of which was a black point the size of a needle tip, and they were densely clustered together, as if they were about to squirm.

This weird, which shouldn’t have happened at the intersection of everything beyond the limits of human cognition and science, caused An Zhe to create an illusion-the world is like a wax melted by fire, and it is gradually and gradually mingling into one. group.

Sibe returned to the living room. He sat idly on the floor, picked up Grandpa’s body, and lifted him from the chair. He took Grandpa away from it, as if the chair was the most terrible monster, as if the body was the next moment. I will be separated from you by a chair. Away from the chair, he placed Grandpa on the floor, but the muscles on his cheeks immediately flickered nervously-the floor was also a monster.

The next moment he shook himself, suddenly taking 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 took a step, Sibe’s horrified gaze looked at him, and he stepped back a few steps.

If everything in the world would pollute each other, then only by staying away from all matter can we protect ourselves.

Anzhe could understand his fear, and he took the initiative to distance him again.

“Sorry, I …” Sibe’s teeth trembled. “I have to … be quiet.”

Lu Yan brought Anzhe into the bedroom.

When he stepped into the bedroom and saw the flowing chandelier again, he suddenly stopped. Ann looked up to Colonel and saw that his green eyes seemed to be frozen.

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

An Zhe watched from the side. Sibei had collapsed. As a human, he knew that Lu Yan’s condition would not be better than Sibei. Even more, the colonel felt more than Sibe. While overcoming the fear brought about by this crazy world, he must also think about the human base in the distance-for the human base, he must calm down.

If the engine fails due to mutual contamination of the material, 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 shell, the chip with complicated patterns, the staggered wiring, and countless small parts were spread out on the bed. Lu Yan picked them up one by one and examined the structure of their subtleties by light.

There are many parts of the communicator. After looking at it for a while, Anzhe also took out some simple structures from the parts stack and checked whether they met the standards of human machinery.

After closing the bedroom door, it seems that there are only two of them in the world. None of them spoke. In the sound of the rain, they couldn’t hear anything except the sound of checking the parts. Lu Yan’s progress was fast, and those parts seemed to be normal.

But An Zhe suddenly stopped.

He looked at a small chip board in his hand. There were two juxtaposed red-red copper wires, each strand was twisted by dozens of fine copper wires. They should have been parallel, with a distance of several millimeters in the middle. At this moment, however, they are all loose, and they are bent in a weird radian. The two copper wires are close together, and they are indistinguishable. This is absolutely unusual.

At this moment, at least for a brief moment, An Zhe suddenly raised a thought. If even the communicator was completely broken due to the distortion of the material, what would happen if Lu Yan could never return to the base?

But he was not such a bad mushroom.

——He looked at the chip in his hand, and finally pulled at Lu Yi’s sleeve.

There is a concealed buckle on the inside of Lu Yan’s boots, and a sharp dagger is placed in it. Now this dagger is taken out. Anzhe hits the flashlight from the mine to illuminate the chip. The blade pointed out the tangled copper wires little by little. There were signs of adhesion between the copper wires, but fortunately, they were found in time and could be separated.

When finally cleared, An Zhe’s spirit was tense slightly. But he still felt a little dizzy in his head. He seemed to be sick, and his health was getting weaker and weaker since the spores showed signs of maturity.

Lu Yan checked the remaining parts again, then assembled them in order, and pressed the button to open.

The next moment it sounded was not what An Zhe used to be. “Sorry, the signal has been interrupted due to solar wind or the ionosphere …”

“Uh-“

“Uh-“

“Uh-“

The sound of rain was loud again. Thousands of large raindrops and bullets splashed on the windows, making a constant noise. This is a torrential rain that only appears in the summer season. The window has become Grey waterfall.

The raindrops seemed to strike Anzhe’s soul.

Suddenly, did he faintly hear the soft female voice coming out of the communicator, but the dizziness was getting heavier and worse, and the world was imaginary and colorful in front of his eyes—the next second, he went straight ahead.

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