In the dim red light, the six round black holes were like the compound eyes of insects, staring at him.

An Zhe took a step back subconsciously, and his back hit the metal table. His body was unstable for a moment, and his hand pressed on the epitaph. The words engraved on the epitaph brought an undulating touch. For some reason, this cold, lonely metal table with the ashes of the deceased standing in the empty hall made him feel safe.

An Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, walked forward tentatively, and came to the row of holes.

He crawled into the six pipes one by one, but still couldn't find any trace of hyphae. It was too thin, and after it broke, it would shrink backwards and be blown up by the wind. He didn't know where it stuck. Besides, this place was too dark.

An Zhe looked around blankly. On the four sides of this cylindrical space - in front of him, behind him, on his left hand side, and on his left hand side, there were six pipes each, a total of twenty-four, leading to different directions. This was the origin of the ventilation system of the entire city.

He knew he had two choices - find a way back to his residence before dawn and try again tomorrow night, or... or simply not go back.

He could give up his human identity from now on, and let An Zhe disappear in the city. As a mushroom, An Zhe would wander in the underground pipes all day and night. As long as he wandered enough before he dried up, he could sneak into the lighthouse.

The wind was getting stronger, and An Zhe shivered slightly. He knew that the decision he was about to make would affect his entire destiny in the future.

However, even if he decided to go back, could he really go back?

An Zhe didn't know.

Looking at the six holes in the direction he came from, he gritted his teeth and crawled into the one in the middle - he was not sure if this was the original way, and he could only let fate determine his fate.

In fact, it would be more convenient to crawl into the cave in the form of mycelium, but there lived three human predecessors here, and he didn't want them to see aliens coming in. So, until he was completely inside the pipe, An Zhe turned back into a ball of mycelium.

The mycelium sped up, moving in the direction of the wind, and the wind was pushing him from behind. An Zhe turned a few corners and passed many crossroads. Now he just wanted to swim to a pipe connected to a human room as quickly as possible - if this room had a window, it would be even better. He could secretly climb out of the window, find the nearest ferry stop in the dark, and quietly stick to the bottom of the car. The ferry would take him to the terminal near Building 24 at night, and then he could sneak back to his own corridor. As long as the night was dark enough, no one would find him.

He walked aimlessly for a long time. When the duct became thinner and thinner, he finally saw a faint light in front of him. He came to the duct.

This was a duct on the ceiling.

An Zhe looked down from the duct. In the center of his vision was a cylindrical transparent container with a slightly turbid liquid. A flesh-colored object floated in the liquid. It was very small, about the size of two human fists. One end of a transparent tube was connected to the flesh-colored object, and the other end was connected to a device of complex shape.

A special feeling arose in this device. An Zhe could not describe the exact feeling. He only knew that the container contained a living object.

He was suddenly stunned.

He knew.

This was a cub.

No, an embryo, the embryo of a human cub.

Looking to the side, there was another identical device. Not only that, the entire spacious room was densely packed with such things. His vision was limited, and he could not perceive how big this room was, but he knew that the base could give birth to thousands to ten thousand cubs a year.

So, this was not some other place - he had accidentally come to the Garden of Eden.

An Zhe was relieved. The Garden of Eden was a familiar place to him, but at the same time he felt it was even more difficult. He knew how much humans loved their cubs. Almost all places in the Garden of Eden were covered by cameras, and there were people guarding it 24 hours a day. No one could hurt the cubs.

Thinking of this, he got angry again.

If there were cameras in the mushroom world, how could his cubs be dug away by Lu Xun?

But only three seconds later, An Zhe discovered the error in his logic. Even if there were cameras, it would not stop Lu Xun from digging away the spores. The key to the matter was not the camera, but the existence of Lu Xun, the bad guy.

... No.

The key to the matter was how he could get out now.