The milky white jelly dragged out long filaments, and under the action of gravity, formed a catenary that reflected light.
This thing had a life of its own. It didn't fall completely downwards, but began to sway back and forth as if it had eyes.
As the swinging angle gradually increased, the thing finally stuck to the collar of Professor Lu, who was unable to move due to the impact of the fall.
The milky white thread seemed to have found its backbone in an instant, and more and more liquid began to flow along the bridge to the professor's collar.
Amid helpless cries and bone-deep fear, milky white liquid seeped into his nostrils and ear holes.
After a twitch, Professor Lu finally collapsed, as if he had just experienced a full body massage and was still immersed in the afterglow of the sour and refreshing feeling.
However, until this moment, his consciousness had not disappeared, because Lin Qingliu did not realize that this memory was about to end.
He continued to look down, watching the vision of the biology professor from the human home planet gradually blur, watching his body gradually wither, watching the cycle of day and night continue to rotate outside the observation window.
Suddenly, Lin Qingliu noticed that his sight was rising, as if something was constantly craving for the outside world, craving for freedom.
The mysterious substance slowly approached the observation window with radial cracks, but did not seep out as it did when it came. It seemed that its nature had changed slightly.
As a witness to the current feelings of this body, he could still feel the increasing force.
Finally, after several days and nights, a smaller piece of the observation window was pushed open, and freedom finally came to this coffin of the old era.
Through this perspective that no one knew who was looking at it, Lin Qingliu saw countless hibernation pods scattered on the ground like pieces of paper. Some of their lids had been violently opened, some had been pierced by the wreckage of the spacecraft, and some were half-buried in the soil, making it impossible to see the contents inside.
It was surrounded by a desolate wilderness, with the giant ring-shaped wreckage of the spacecraft lying quietly around, with countless important materials scattered all over the ground.
From time to time, the sound of electric current echoed in the wilderness, anxious communication requests were made and hung up several times, and the flashing red alarm continued day and night, but no one cared about it anymore.
It was not until this time that Lin Qingliu was finally able to look down from this unknown perspective. He saw a yellow-white stem and a gray, withered corpse.
Lin Qingliu finally understood to whom his current perspective belonged. This was no longer Professor Lu's perspective, but the product of someone else's perspective.
He suddenly understood where the genes that the mycelium first assimilated came from.
Cordyceps sinensis.
When he understood all this, he also realized that this dream was about to collapse.
Because his observation perspective has shifted from the human side to the mycelium side, which means that the two have long been integrated.
What he entered was no longer a human brain or human thinking, but the thinking of a symbiotic being that gradually changed from active to passive, from a master to a vassal.
Professor Lu might still have some characteristics of being alive, but he is no longer able to control himself. The operation of Lin Qingliu entering the dream has been known to the mycelium, even if it is only the mycelium in this extremely small area, even if it is the mycelium in the dream.
Although Lin Qingliu stopped the flow of external time, he lifted restrictions on this world of consciousness and dreams.
If he wanted to view other people's memories, he couldn't keep them in a state where they couldn't think.
Once the human brain starts functioning, the mycelium that forms a symbiotic relationship with it will wake up along with it.
For a swarm of life forms like hyphae, once they discover that their main brain has been invaded, there is only one option:
Self-destruction.
“Sizzle~”
The sun in the sky suddenly flickered twice, on and off, like an old-fashioned light bulb with poor contact.
The sounds of wind, alarms, and communication currents all disappeared, and the world suddenly became extremely silent.
In this world without a single sound, a "crack" sound of shattering was heard, and Lin Qingliu saw the sky crumble into a pile of glass-like fragments, and then fall into the bottomless abyss bit by bit.
Professor Lu's brain has entered the countdown to death, and dreams only greatly slow down the process, just like a dying patient feeling the life slipping away from his body bit by bit.
However, there was no change in the dream world regarding the impending death, as if it had been expecting it for a long time.
In the broken world of falling pieces, the old man's last words entered Lin Qingliu's ears:
"Time, hurry up, they are about to succeed."
Lin Qingliu hated two kinds of people the most in his life: one was the person who told riddles, and the other was the person who didn't allow himself to tell riddles.
But on such a serious occasion, he would not neglect the advice of an old man from the old era.
It may have repeated those days for decades, and has long been unable to live or die.
Even so, he still hoped that there might be hope, even if he himself was not very clear about the form of that hope.
But at this critical moment of life and death, why can't the other party just speak frankly?
Thinking of the manually operated dream-breaking and self-destructive mycelium consciousness of the brain, Lin Qingliu vaguely understood Professor Lu's unspeakable secret.
If he saw it, it means the mycelium saw it. If he said it, it means the mycelium knew it. In order to transmit information without making it invalid, this method that requires guessing and interpretation must be used.
The dream was shattered, consciousness sank into the deepest darkness, and Lin Qingliu's main personality returned from the brain.
Looking down at the human brain again, I found that it had lost all its vitality, just like human tissue placed in formalin in a university laboratory.
The duration of [Stagnation] ended at this moment, but the mycelium did not move at all, or their movements were so slow that they were almost imperceptible.
After the [stagnation] in the largest area ends, it is the [transience] and [slow time] that open to the maximum.
Lin Qingliu sighed without meaning to. He looked up at the sky, which was completely different from the sunshine-filled wilderness in his dream.
The dark clouds, so dense that they brought a real feeling of suffocation, piled up layer by layer, as if they were going to crush the sky.
Even though it was already morning, the brightness around was no different from when night had just begun.
The trace of [split thought] that remained outside was indeed in tune with his own mind, and had already prepared everything for the main body.
Lin Qingliu flew upwards on the void, overlooking the brain of the mycelium below, the cemetery of mankind, and waved his right hand indifferently.
At this moment, the sky above the Matrix Square was as bright as day.
Path [Nature], ability [Surge].
Fine and dense lightning fell from the sky to the earth like raindrops, carrying with it the anger of mankind and crashing into the creation that once made mankind proud.
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