A snow-white hyphae stretched out and gently rested on the surface of the metal mesh. Then, it drilled into the tiny gaps in the metal mesh.

It was safe. At least here, there were no weapons with killing power, only the barrier of the mesh.

After the first hyphae passed through the three layers of mesh fences and reached the pipe, the remaining hyphae also moved forward. They gathered together, and because they were too soft and flexible, they appeared to be in a state close to liquid. The snow-white tide penetrated every hole, overflowed the three layers of metal mesh, and merged into one behind it. Anzhe saw a pipe extending forward. The pipe wall was smooth overall, but some places had spots of rust. The smell of rust spread, like the smell of blood. Wind was blowing in from the end of the pipe. Anzhe

moved forward, and his hyphae stuck to the pipe wall like tentacles, flowing forward smoothly. The pipe was straight, and after turning a right angle, it was still straight. He continued to move forward, and a crossroads appeared in front of him. A horizontal, slightly thicker pipe was connected to the pipe he was in.

The wind became stronger, and the direction of the airflow became more complicated, indicating that this huge pipe system was also like a tortuous maze.

An Zhe hesitated briefly, stretched out a long mycelium, left it in the pipe, and then continued forward. Although Lu Xun thought he was not smart, An Zhe felt that he was not stupid either. He decided to use this mycelium to mark his path, so that no matter where he went, he could return along this mycelium.

After making this decision, An Zhe felt much more at ease. He went straight through the crossroads and moved forward in the original direction. After another right-angle turn, a faint light came from the front.

An Zhe came to the source of the light - another vent. The familiar voice of the news anchor was ringing. As you can imagine, when you come to the ventilator of someone else's house

, "It took a month for the main city to recall a total of 12,000 mercenaries outside and officially enter the recovery period. During the recovery period, which is expected to last for ten years, all the scientific research resources of the main city will be invested in the investigation of the source of infection..."

"Knock knock knock." Regular knocks on the door rang.

An Zhe had accidentally walked in here, and he had no intention of prying into other people's privacy, so he planned to leave, but the next moment, he temporarily gave up this idea.

The door opened.

"Colonel Lu." A female voice rang, and the tone was very sharp.

Colonel Lu.

This is Lu Xun's room.

An Zhe quietly came out of the vent and moved outside to make himself hear more clearly. He was indeed curious about Lu Xun's life.

Then, he heard a familiar cold voice: "Hello."

"Hello, Colonel Lu, I am a staff member of the 21st floor of Eden Garden."

Eden Garden.

An Zhe raised his ears - if people now have ears.

Lu Xun: "What's the matter?"

"It's like this," the woman smiled: "First of all, congratulations to the colonel for returning from the outer city. Secondly, I would like to ask my superiors whether the colonel is willing to donate sperm to Eden Garden at present."

Lu Xun's answer was very straightforward and ruthless: "No."

"That's a pity. If you are interested in the future, please be sure to contact us. Your genes are very good. If they cannot be effectively utilized, it will be a loss for the entire base."

"Thank you." Lu Xun's tone did not soften because of her compliment, and he said: "Is there anything else?"

"The flowers planted by Madam Lu are blooming." The woman said: "She asked me to give you a bouquet on the way. The work in the main city is very busy, and Madam asked you to pay attention to rest and take care of yourself."

After a brief silence, Lu Xun said: "Is her body okay?"

"Everything is fine."

"Thank you," Lu Xun said in a lower voice: "I say hello to her."

Their conversation ended here. After the door was closed again, there was no more movement in the room.

The weather forecast reported that the strong winds would continue and the temperature would drop.

The sound stopped abruptly. It must be Lu Xun turning off the TV. Then, footsteps gradually approached. Lu Xun returned to the bedroom and sat down at the desk. After a few sounds of shuffling papers, the room fell into silence, and there was the sound of Lu Xun's breathing.

An Zhe wanted to stretch out a few mycelium from under the bed to see what the colonel was doing, but he didn't dare. In the end, he slowly returned from the vent.

At the crossroads, Anzhe chose the direction the wind blew from, dragging the thin hyphae that marked the path and continued forward.

The cold, blood-smelling wind blew on his hyphae, and the walls of the tubes were connected to other pipes, and each pipe was connected to another complex pipe structure. At the same time, another crossroad appeared in front of him - just such a short section of the road was enough to make Anzhe realize the complexity of the entire system. Without a road map, Anzhe knew the approximate direction of the lighthouse, and could imagine the difficulty of entering the lighthouse from the pipe.

But he kept looking, and he was not an impatient mushroom.

After several turns, Anzhe could no longer tell the direction, nor could he realize the passage of time. He knew that as he moved in the direction of the wind, the pipe would become wider and the wind would become stronger. He guessed that this was because he had found the main trunk of the ventilation system. Sometimes he was worried that his mycelium would break, but he could not reinforce it or leave a strand longer. Mycelium was like human blood to mushrooms. Excessive blood loss would lead to death, so he could not use it up.

Sometimes, there would be a metal net or some sharp turbines in front of him, as if they could cut through all flesh and joints. At this time, he would carefully slide along the knife to avoid cutting the mycelium.

An Zhe didn't know how long he had walked. He was accompanied by the sound of wind and the slight rustling of mycelium flowing over the rusted tube wall.

In front of him was an infinitely extending black pipe, and behind him was the same. This feeling brought him back to the time when he threw away the spores - wandering aimlessly in the abyss, maybe he could find it tomorrow, or maybe he would never find it.

When the diameter of the pipe was as high as two people, An Zhe felt a vague red light in front of him. He went forward, carefully passed a large turbine - and then fell out of the pipe unexpectedly.

He fell on the hard and rough metal ground, illuminated by the dim red light. Anzhe looked around - this was no longer the inside of the pipe, but an empty and spacious cylindrical space, as big as the hall of the Garden of Eden, with wind and red light pouring in from above. It was too high and far, and Anzhe could not feel it.

So the snow-white mass stretched on the ground, and the hyphae shrank into a human body and skin. It was very cold, so the hyphae spread on his body, densely weaving a loose white robe to block the cold outside.

An Zhe stepped barefoot on the metal floor and looked up.