Little Mushroom - Chapter 84

An Zhe sank into a dream.

He had such a dream long ago-the day he left Lu Yan.

Sometimes, when it was clear during the day, when he was awake, he fell into a dream again, probably the hallucination of a dying man. He did not mention Polly, somehow he coughed up blood, had a high fever, and pain everywhere It took too much mind for Polly.

In the dream, his body was divided into two halves, half in the Highland Institute and half in a place where it was unknown. There was no pain and no heavy human body.

In the dream, he had no eyes, no ears, no sense of smell, and no human consciousness. It was like the feeling of being buried in rain-soaked soil when he was born. Mushrooms have their own senses, which is useless. Human language to describe things.

He knew that he was not far from Lu Yan. This must be the delusion after leaving Lu Yan, but this did not prevent him from getting closer to Lu Yan in his dream.

This dream was not always happy, sometimes he was put in a closed container, accompanied by cold liquids. At the beginning, Dr. Ji was next to him. Later, he has always been Polly, and come and go-many people.

He had nothing to do. If Lu Yan was next to him, he would be entangled in his body. Lu Yan was not there. He was soaked in liquid, thinking about his life.

Those distant memories have surfaced, in the soil, in the rainy season, in the winter, and at the base.

When thinking of certain things, he would lean closer to Lu Yan. Lu Yan’s fingers touched his mycelium. He seemed to be finally quietly staying with this person. He has been on the verge of being awake, But I don’t want to wake up. In the real world, he and Lu Yan can never do this.

But when he recalled his memory a hundredth time, he still had no dreams and chose to wake up.

He found himself alive.

Thinking back to that day, he no longer remembers that the emotional fluctuations have made many other places blank.

He just remembered that he was standing by the door, and Lu Yan turned from a lush spring–he just stared at him like that and couldn’t but dare to come forward. He had too many dreams, and the full moon at the touch of a touch also caught too many times.

Until Lu Yan came to him.

He cried many times when this person was absent, sometimes thinking of him, his heart trembling violently, but at this moment, when he really saw Lu Yan, he could not help raising his lips.

He reached out to touch Lu Yan’s silhouette. Was he thin or not? He couldn’t tell-it was too long, he hadn’t seen this person for too long.

Until then, a line of tears slipped from the corner of his eye. He retracted his hand, looked at Lu Yan, and was held by the man from the front. He wiped the tears on his cheek with his fingers. He fell on Lu Yan’s shoulder, his voice was dumb , Whispered his name.

“It’s me,” Lu Yan said.

The people in the laboratory congratulated him. Polly even brought a dead person back to life—he couldn’t imagine the principle at all. The people in the laboratory told him many terms, such as genes, frequencies, and samples. He could hear the clouds and fog, but human technology has always been amazing, so he accepted it.

It’s been three years since I jumped into the Simpson cage.

The outside world has calmed down.

The era of genetic disorder ended with a ringing bell, and his frequency was sent to the whole world. It is impossible to evaluate whether it is good or bad, because at that moment, all tangible things were infected by the frequency and had stability. People are always human. A monster is always that kind of monster, they can undergo polymorphic mutations, but the governing consciousness is always the master of the moment when the bell rings.

As for why this is the case, Polly’s explanation is that after many experiments and comparisons, the frequency resolved by the Simpson cage is closer to a definition of matter itself.

For example, facing an apple and an orange, humans know that this is an apple, this is an orange, but the apple itself does not know that it is an apple, and the orange itself does not know that it is an orange-they will never know Only humans know.

However, the Chaoyang bacteria are unknown, and the spring and autumn are not known. The biology of human beings is only a thorough analysis of appearance errors. They also cannot know what constitutes themselves and what determines them to be humans. That is a four-dimensional creature. Incomprehensible system.

However, with the analysis of the elementary particles by the Simpson cage, they briefly glanced at an insignificant reflection of truth, saw the clues of true definition, and grasped several frequencies worth mentioning. In this symphony of the universe, human beings are the most likely to be disturbed by other creatures, and this inexplicable mushroom with his own consciousness is the stable frequency that can tolerate everything. When this stability is given to the world, short-lived peace comes.

“That’s probability,” said Polly Joan. “Probability is fate, and life is accident.”

When listening to this, An Zhe had just been fed into a sliced ​​apple by Lu Yan.

The freshly picked apple just needs to be bitten, and it is full of sweet and slightly sour juice. He forgot what he just wanted to say just now, and he was blocked by another piece.

“What about oranges?” He said. “What does orange taste like?”

Lu Yan said, wait for autumn.

Polly invited them out with their apples and future oranges.

On the way back to the room, An Zhe finished eating half of the apples, and the other half was left to Lu Yan-he meant to cut the colonel, but Lu Yan did not let him touch the knife.

An Zhe didn’t argue with the colonel in this kind of thing. If it was not Lu Yan, he didn’t really want to cut the apple. He was sleepy and it was time for a nap.

But he couldn’t sleep, he held a tablet and looked down.

Stored on this tablet is the data that he searched throughout the ten days he woke up.

An electronic version of the United Daily News, research records copied from Dr. Ji’s computer, laboratory manuals copied from Polly’s computer, and many other similar things.

Lu Yan sat next to him, and he quickly turned around and didn’t show this person.

Lu Yan laughed softly and stuffed the remaining half of the apple into Anzhe’s belly.

Although the apple is delicious and the colonel is also very good, An Zhe does not want Lu Yan to be by his side when he looks at the materials. He is always suspicious and feels that Lu Yan is looking at his screen.

But the hateful thing was that as soon as he woke up, he found that Lu Yan had occupied the room where he used to be in the institute-everything in this room was exactly the same as before his death, but the owner changed one.

He tried to get Lu Yan to move to the next room. Lu Yan told him expressionlessly that if he didn’t want to be in the same room with me, you could continue to sleep in the nutrition tank.

An Zhe: “.”

It’s been three years, and three years haven’t made this person’s character even kind.

So he could only share a room, a desk, and a bed with the colonel.

In the end, he was so suspicious that he couldn’t continue to look at the information, and he was so sleepy that he had to sleep.

“so boring.”

On the bed, Lu Yan hugged him from behind, he looked at the white wall in a daze.

The colonel’s voice was like a frozen snow stream: “Where do you want to go?”

“Thinking …” An Zhe looked at the wall, his eyes slightly bewildered.

He has a place to go.

And it was a place other than him that only Lu Yan knew, and he didn’t even mention Polly.

“I want to find Anze.” He whispered softly.

In the cave where it all started, An Ze’s bones were still waiting for him. He had a lot to say to Anzai.

He remembered every word Anze said to him. An Ze said that he was a meaningless person alive-he wanted to tell An Ze about the beginning and end of several upheavals in the northern base, and wanted to tell him the source of the last bell.

If it hadn’t been for meeting Lu Yan and An Ze, nothing would have happened. Destiny thus fluctuated in countless coincidences.

But the abyss is so large that he cannot find it, and no one is willing to accompany him to find it, which is always a distant wish.

“But I can’t find it,” he murmured. “I don’t know anything and don’t remember.”

“I will.” In his ears, Lu Yan said, “Go and find.”

An Zhe opened her eyes wide.

Everything was like a dream, and the next day, after saying goodbye to Polly, their armored vehicle was dropped by the transport aircraft into the middle of the abyss. The captain was the pilot of PL1109. Before bidding farewell, he instructed them to remember to look for Hubbard and Tang Lan. They have disappeared after the monster siege of the Institute. Now the only thing that can be confirmed is Tang Although Lan suffered serious injuries that were difficult to summarize, she was still alive—there were no corpses of the two of them in Fangyuan.

“I seriously suspect that they are going to heal, then get lost, and then lay eggs.” The captain combined the news facts, made a final inference, and left the transport plane.

Lu Yan opened the armored car door and settled down. The ground was velvet-like grass without ankles. An Zhe looked into the distance. In the late spring, the deep turquoise green spread in the abyss, and the horizon was endless. The leaves rolled in the ancient wind, and the wings of the birds fluttered in the distance, and he came to this place again.

He looked at Lu Yan, who accompanied him here, which made him unexpected.

He said, “Why are you here?”

Lu Yan raised an eyebrow slightly: “Don’t you want to come?”

“It will take a long time,” An Zhe said. “Aren’t you doing anything for humans?”

“The trial court was dissolved.” Lu Yan looked at him and said, “If there is war or if I need me, go back to the base.”

There were no pain or hatred, or anything else in those cold green eyes-he seemed to have lost something, and seemed relieved.

An Zhan reached out and took off a falling soft leaf on Lu Feng’s shoulder. He was embraced by Lu Yan in his arms.

“I want to be with you now.” In silence, he heard the Colonel faint.

“… Why.” He hugged Lu Yan’s shoulder and rested his chin on the man’s shoulder, whispering.

He didn’t say what he was asking, but he knew that Lu Yan knew. The two of them never seem to need to say too much.

He knew he liked Lu Yan, but he didn’t know why Lu Yan liked him.

Lu Yan took a step forward. An Zhe’s back rested on the car wall. He looked up at Lu Yan.

——The eyes were as quiet and clear as when the base gate of the base was first seen.

Lu Yan looked at him for a long time.

For three years, he often dreamed of that day.

At that time, his soul was caught in a thorny quagmire, unable to extricate himself from the edge of out of control. That’s how he met him.

He is a human, a xenogene, and a monster. He should kill, he should not kill. He is everything that cannot be defined. He is the craziest possibility.

“Why did you walk into the Simpson cage?” He asked suddenly.

An Zhe thought slowly, then shook his head.

“I don’t know,” he said.

Then, An Zhe whispered, “So you don’t know.”

“I know.” Lu Yan and his forehead pressed softly, “Because you are a little mushroom.”

This perfunctory answer raised An Zhe’s eyes dissatisfied, but he could see everything flowing under the cold green pupils, and he could not help but soften his gaze.

In the abyss, everything grows.

In fact, he remembered every sentence Polly said.

The entire universe is a constant turmoil, and human consciousness is a glimmer of light produced in a transient stability. A story takes place in the book, but the book is being burned to the ground by fire. The frequency of a magnetic field is like cold air, and it resists that fiery heat. His frequency turned the paper into asbestos, keeping it alive in the fire.

But the flames were still burning. Unknown fluctuations, unpredictable upheavals, they will come again, at hotter temperatures, or into completely strange forms.

Maybe the next second, maybe 10,000 years.

but–

But it doesn’t matter.

All of them have got the ending that can’t be expected.

He leaned on the body and smiled at Lu Yan.

Lu Yan leaned in and kissed the corner of his eyes, turned to the side, and began to calibrate the position of the compass and navigator.

He tossed the compass and navigator, and Anzhe continued to flip through his information, which was almost the same before, but after five minutes, he completely read all the rest of the things and clicked the lock screen button.

At this time Lu Yan also finished his work.

They came from the south, with lakes in front, dense forests in the east, and swamps in the west.

“Where to go?” Lu Yan said.

“I don’t know.” An Zhe’s attitude was a little negative.

“Go east.” Lu Yan said lightly.

“why?”

“I don’t know where your cave is.” Lu Yan set the navigator aside and said, “But I know where I saw you for the first time.”

It’s okay not to say this. As soon as he said, An Zhe’s mood was completely bad.

He looked up at Lu Yan, his eyebrows narrowed slightly, his eyes flushed, and he was about to cry.

Lu Yan appeared for a moment with a helpless look. He reached out and held Anzhe’s face: “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t like me at all,” An Zhe frowned.

Lu Yan said, “I like it.”

An Zhe raised his voice: “What about my spores?”

——Lu Yan didn’t mention the spores with him at all. This man was so fierce before. He didn’t dare to ask for it. He could only find news materials everywhere, and wanted to know where the inert sample went.

But there was nowhere. Until he turned to the end, he didn’t see any “inert extract” news from the sporadic news. He also saw a photo-in a glass bottle, there was only one snow-white spore the size of a date kernel .

Now Lu Yan kept his mouth shut, and the spores had no shadow anywhere.

There is only one possibility, and that is to be raised to death.

Hearing this sentence, a smile appeared in Lu Yan’s eyes.

An Zhe was so angry that he couldn’t speak completely.

“You keep it smaller and smaller,” he said in a mist, and was about to cry, “now raised to death.”

Lu Yandao: “No.”

“I’m dead,” An Zhe said, grabbing his arm and choking his throat: “You’re not good at it … give it back to me.”

“Still, don’t cry.” Lu Yan said: “What is your spore?”

“Yes …” Anzhe tried to describe it in human language, but he couldn’t say it, and said, “It’s spores.”

“Is it important?”

“Important.” An Zhe was trembling with anger and said, “I can die, but I must plant spores. I thought you could raise them before giving you.”

“More important than your life?”

“……Ok.”

“For any living thing, only your own life is the most important.”

“Spores matter most,” An Zhe retorted, mercilessly. “You’re not a mushroom.”

“Okay.” Lu Yan’s voice was still a gentle smile: “So your child?”

An Zhe bit her lip. In the mushroom world, there are no parents, no children, no loved ones, no friends. The type of each mushroom in the abyss is different from other mushrooms. He cannot describe his relationship with spores in terms of human relationships. It cannot be said that it is his child, but can only say, “I was born.”

“I keep it.”

“You didn’t take care of it at all.”

“Huh?” Lu Yan said: “Why at the lighthouse, it also saw you, but only floated to me?”

Recalling the old things, An Zhe was still worried about Lu Ye’s raising the spores for a while, and then he remembered the appearance of the spores.

-Neither is a good thing.

He didn’t know what to say, but could only say, “But I was born.”

Lu Yan smiled again.

The sky turns round.

An Zhe was crushed on the body by this man.

Lu Yan’s fingers lightly slid across his abdomen, and in the weakest and softest places, the shivering fingertips caused a shudder.

An Zhe sighed softly.

Lu Yan bowed his head and said a word gently in his ear.

“Let me see if I can reproduce one.”

The author has something to say: The colonel is bullying mushrooms today.

The atmosphere of the last chapter was so good that I couldn’t help but finish the sentence. In fact, this chapter is the last one in the forecast.

At first, the classification of this article was marked with a fairy tale. Jiyou said that you were waiting to be beaten, and then you can only change www. But now you do n’t deviate from the original intention of the fairy tale. I really like this mushroom! In short, thank you all for being along the way. This book has a lot of gains and regrets. Let me cool down and post a summary on Weibo. The most important closing point to catch up with the last week of Shura is really force majeure. There are also many dissatisfactions at the end, which will be repaired later, but the story is still that story.

As well as the last operation, Simplified Entities jointly read and write in Beijing, and other Weibo will inform you if there is progress.

The next book I want to change the style of writing is infinite. I want to write the second and western fantasy direction. Click into the column to see that the first half of the year is busy, so it may take a long time to open, and it can be received in advance.

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