Downstairs, from somewhere, a woman screamed. Perhaps she had also seen the beetle.

The beetle was crawling slowly on the glass. Its eight long legs were covered with dense, fine protrusions. These protrusions were smooth and tightly attached to the glass surface. In the center was a needle-like white dot, which was its suction cup. Its teardrop-shaped tail was followed by a long, soft brown tentacle, and it left dark brown water marks on the glass as it crawled - it seemed to want to come in.

The poet stretched out his hand and slid his finger through the gap between the two windows: "It's okay, it's sealed, no one can get in."

"Each generation is worse than the previous one." Boss Xiao said: "It gets uglier as it grows."

"Generative fusion," the poet looked at the glass: "The more it fuses, the more bizarre the appearance, and the stronger the ability to infect. I know a scientist who said that in the past hundred years, all human research still cannot explain the principle of infection."

Boss Xiao: "Huh."

- He uttered a meaningless interjection, but his body shrank to the corner of the room, as far away from the window as possible, and said: "Can't you just draw the curtains?"

"I want to see this city again." The poet said, half of the curtains were lowered, and the room was shrouded in darkness. His outline showed a strange sadness in the dimness: "This... I don't know how long this city can last."

An Zhe looked out. In the early morning, the gray city was half hidden in the light white mist. The sun rose, and the mist was being melted. At the end of the line of sight, some huge mechanical structures appeared. They were very high and pierced straight into the sky. Humans always have a lot of strange devices. These devices guarantee the safety of the base, but sometimes they can't, such as now.

At this time, the poet turned his head and looked at him: "You don't seem to be afraid at all."

An Zhe pursed his lips, and didn't know how to answer.

The poet lowered the last half of the curtain and smiled at An Zhe: "You are really weird."

An Zhe: "Really?"

"You are too quiet, as if nothing will happen in the next moment." The poet said: "In our generation, there are very few people with your personality."

An Zhe smiled: "Maybe."

Mushroom people, it is impossible that there is no difference at all. Trying to be more human, he asked the poet, "What should we do now?"

The poet thought for a minute and said, "Pray."

"Pray that the ultrasonic disperser is not completely damaged. Or pray that the insects are just a group of brainless insects that survive on instinct."

"Then, pray that our glass is strong enough and will not be easily broken."

Just as he finished speaking, a ping-pong sound rang out from outside the window. It was the sound of countless insects flying and crashing into the glass.

Boss Xiao looked at the poet gloomily: "I pray that you are a mute."

The poet also panicked, lifted a corner of the curtain, and then quickly closed it: "Don't look."

"I saw it." Boss Xiao said: "The insect tide is coming."

The next moment, 놛's face suddenly changed: "Quick! Block the vent!"

The poet suddenly looked at a corner of the room: "The vent is there!"

The direction they were looking at was right above Anzhe's head. The poet tore off half of his sleeve with a sizzling sound and handed it to Anzhe: "Plug it first!"

Anzhe took it, but the vent was not blocked. He rolled up the sleeve fabric with his right index finger and stuffed it in: "Not enough."

The poet tore off another piece, and Anzhe held the original piece with one hand and took it with the other.

The tip of his right index finger suddenly felt a slight pain.

Anzhe paused, stuffed the piece of fabric in with a normal expression, blocked the vent firmly, and sat down on the bed again. Boss Xiao asked the poet to check everywhere in the room to see if there were any other loopholes, and raised his index finger and put it in front of his eyes.

A red dot the size of a needle tip.

The texture of the skin changed subtly, turning into snow-white mycelium. While the other two had their backs to him, he pulled hard and tore off the mycelium.

New mycelium stretched out from the broken parts and reassembled into human fingers, new fingers without wounds.

An Zhe didn't know if this was useless. There didn't seem to be any problem with the mycelium that was torn off, but there was no other way.

"There are no other holes." The poet turned back and said.

An Zhe: "...Yeah."

However, the sound of insects hitting the glass became more and more frequent and louder, and the glass clanged as if it would shatter in the next moment. The radio in the corridor was ringing, but it was just some nonsense like "Please close the doors and windows, don't panic."

The poet sat down, his face slightly pale: "Just leave it to fate."

"You shut up quickly." Boss Xiao looked serious, and after yelling at the poet, he looked at An Zhe.

An Zhe didn't understand: "What's wrong?"

"Quick," Boss Xiao said: "Call your man."

An Zhe: "......?"

*

Area 1, dispersal center.

The huge black ultrasonic dispersal device stood quietly under the gray curtain, and its disc-shaped main body made it look like a huge flower blooming in the city.

The car was speeding on the road, the buildings were constantly receding, and the shadow of the front-drive diffuser was also expanding rapidly.

"If the dispersal center is destroyed," Lu Xun's voice interrupted, "Will the dispersal device still work normally?"

"It may stop working." The researcher was silent for a moment before saying, "The operation of the dispersal device is too complicated. In order to ensure that the outer city is perfectly covered by ultrasound, the intensity and band of the dispersal device are remotely controlled by the dispersal center. If the central hub is destroyed and the emergency procedure is not activated in time, I am afraid there will be serious consequences."

"However, this is only the worst result, and the probability is very high." Wang continued: "The No. 1 dispersal device owned by the dispersal center is the largest ultrasonic dispersal device in the entire outer city. The probability is too strong, which will cause adverse effects on the human body. Therefore, there are no permanent residents in Area 1, and there are not many personnel stationed in the dispersal center. In the case of insufficient manpower, temporary loss of contact may be the reason, not necessarily-"

Wang's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes penetrated the car window, and looked straight at the ultrasonic dispersal device in front of him.

More than a hundred years ago, in the spring of the Ping Dynasty, when the flowers and leaves were blooming, gardeners would spray insecticides on the plants to protect them from being bitten by insects.

But at this moment, the ultrasonic sprayer - this black flower, with gray, black and yellow stripes all over its surface, and huge worms - crawling all over its surface.

No, not just worms.

My breathing suddenly trembled violently.

"No..." I said: "Colonel, did you see it?"

Lu Xun turned the steering wheel hard!

The car completed an extremely dangerous sharp turn on the narrow road and turned back to the original direction!

The armored vehicles behind them flashed their lights angrily, but the next moment, they all turned around and made a sharp turn

. At the end of the road, a swarm of black insects exploded like fireworks, covering the ground and falling, like a sudden downpour. The exoskeleton-covered bodies of arthropods slammed against the glass, and the entire car seemed to be moving forward under stray bullets.

In the car, the communicator was turned up to the highest volume, echoing the violent trembling voice of the operator.

"Colonel, emergency communication from District 2, insect tide has broken out, requesting support."

"Emergency communication from District 3, a large number of insect monsters were found during the evacuation, requesting support."

"Emergency communication from the City Defense Office."

"Emergency communication from the City Affairs Office."

"Emergency communication from District 8--"

"Connecting to District 8," Lu Xun said very quickly: "Can the underground shelter safely accept the entire city's population for emergency evacuation?" "

Colonel Lu!" The voice on the other side spoke even faster: "A large swarm of flying mosquitoes entered through the ventilation system, and we have more than ten infected people here, requesting support from the Tribunal!"

Silence for more than a few seconds.

Lu Xun said: "Kill the infected, and the rest of the people will evacuate and wait for support."

The communication was disconnected.

"Colonel." Then a soft voice sounded: "The court has assembled, no casualties so far."

"Disperse to support various areas. Area 8 is the priority."

"Yes."

The communication was disconnected.

"Colonel." In the car, the researcher's voice sounded with forced calmness: "Let's go back to the main city."

Lu Xun's voice was faint: "Main city?"

"The main city has an independent defense and dispersal system, which can guarantee absolute safety."

The car slowed down slowly, and there was a fork in the road ahead.

Lu Xun asked, "What about the outer city?"

"The entire outer city of the base is exposed. The insect monsters have the advantage of their size and can penetrate anywhere. The insect tide is more dangerous than the rodent tide that caused the fall of the southeast base." The researcher's tone gradually regained calm, and he said, "You are the judge, but in this situation, you can't save anyone."

Sufficient evidence made the researcher regain his sanity and calmness. He even smiled and said, "It's meaningless to go anywhere now, and it can't reduce any casualties. You know I'm right, you can't protect others, but you can protect ourselves."

The voice of the communicator rang again. The previous situation was urgent, and Lu Xun set the emergency mode, so after five seconds, the communication was automatically answered.

But the voice that came was not the operator's.

"Colonel." A clear voice sounded, a little slower than Lu Xun's usual speed, and there was a soft and light tone between the words: "Your things are still here with me."

Lu Xun: "Where are you?"

"Next to the city defense station," An Zhe said: "... a lot of insects are hitting the glass."

The last syllable of the word trembled, as if he was scared.

Lu Xun turned half a circle and drove onto one of the forked roads. The researcher looked at the abandoned road, his eyes widened, his body almost jumped out of the seat, and was tied by the seat belt. He suddenly said: "You-"

Lu Xun seemed to have not heard what he said at all, and only said to the other end of the communicator: "Wait."