He had nothing to do, so he added water to the roses in the school room, tidied up the room, and turned on the TV in the living room.

It was time for the news to be broadcast, and when the screen appeared, An Zhe actually saw a familiar figure.

Hubbard, the mercenary captain who had ordered dolls from Boss Xiao, and who had also helped Boss Xiao obtain information about Lu Xun.

At that time, if he had led the team to go on a mission again, he would probably be blamed for the crime.

"The recall of mercenaries is going smoothly. This afternoon, all members of the AR137 mercenary team returned to the base. This is the only team other than the base army that can perform six-star missions. They brought back precious samples and the latest news from the outside world. Our reporter interviewed Mr. Hubbard, the captain of AR137."

On the screen, Hubbard was wearing field equipment and had just gotten off the armored vehicle. A reporter was interviewing him.

"Mr. Hubbard, welcome back."

Hubbard: "Thank you."

A staff member next to him was guiding them to check their blood and said, "You are welcome in the main city."

"Thank you." Hubbard said, "I am surprised by the situation of Genesis."

The reporter said, "Your return date is a little later than other mercenary teams. Did you encounter difficulties along the way?"

"No." Hubbard's answer was brief: "The signal is good, I just received the recall message."

The reporter smiled: "Which area did you come back from?"

"Outside the Abyss."

"What's the situation there now?"

"The monsters are more diverse."

"The Abyss is indeed very scary. What did you bring back from there?"

"Specimens."

"Thank you for your contribution to Genesis." said the reporter.

"You're welcome."

An Zhe thought that Hubbard could compete with Lu Xun in terms of talking less, but his eyes were not as beautiful as Lu Xun's.

The screen switched back to the news host: "As far as we know, the returned mercenary troops will be incorporated into the army after their merits are calculated and continue to serve the base."

After the news was broadcast, there were several pieces of news that had nothing to do with the pain. There were not many things worth reporting in the main city every day. Most of the time, the host was reporting the new progress made in the lighthouse research. There were many professional terms and terms, which made An Zhe drowsy.

The pressure cooker in the kitchen made a beeping sound, and Anzhe was rescued. After opening the lid, a rich aroma filled the air. The soup was very thick, showing a long texture, and the snow-white mushrooms were faintly visible in the soup. He tried a sip and felt satisfied. He happily put the three servings of soup into a thermos and planned to take it to the lighthouse.

But the next moment he walked out of the kitchen door, he was stunned.

The news footage showed a silver laboratory surrounded by complicated machinery, and in the center of the laboratory was a cylindrical glass water tank filled with a light green clear liquid.

In this tank, which was one person tall, there was only a very small white object floating quietly in the center.

An Zhe narrowed his eyes and walked to the TV screen in two steps. At this moment, the camera zoomed in and gave a close-up of the white object. It

was a snow-white, soft ball, and its main body was like a cloud floating in the water, just like the mushrooms used for cooking today.

In addition, the thin snow-white mycelium also stretched out, soaking in the water, and swaying gently along its floating trajectory in the water.

An Zhe almost stopped breathing.

He would definitely mistake his spores - although it seemed to be a little longer than when it left him.

An Zhe raised his head, his fingers trembling a little, and pressed against the cold TV screen, as if he was touching the surface of the glass water tank, and the snow-white thing was only separated from him by a layer of glass wall. However, the next moment, the voice of the news anchor broke this illusion: "Four months ago, the abnormal fungal samples collected by the Tribunal were listed as first-level observation objects. Fungi are a special type of eukaryotic organisms, and have never mutated out of the basic form of the species before. Therefore, Lighthouse believes that the sample has valuable research value. Perhaps through the study of the sample, it can reveal the process and principle of organism infection and mutation."

An Zhe frowned. His spores were indeed taken for research.

Then, the news anchor said, "According to researchers, the sample had been in a semi-dead state for the past four months, but in the past two months, it has regained its activity and grown in size. This is very exciting news..." An Zhe's

heart was pounding.

-- He knew that the spores also recognized him.

Of course, why did they start to grow in the two months when he had been in the lighthouse? The spores sensed him, and they must want to return to him.

The announcer continued, "The laboratory contacted the court and confirmed that the length and direction of the sample are similar to the original owner."

At the same time, on the screen, the spores swayed and drifted in a direction. An Zhe thought that this must be the direction of the laboratory where he was. The spores wanted to find him.

The next second, a figure appeared next to the glass water tank. His body was outside the screen, and there was only a blurry reflection. No one knew who it was.

An Zhe wanted this person to stay away from his spores.

The situation was just the opposite. The man stretched out his hand and lightly touched the surface of the water tank with his fingertips. The fingers were slender and the joints were beautiful. An Zhe frowned. He was very familiar with the shape of this hand.

He was also familiar with the man's sleeves, as well as the silver buttons.

An gnashed his teeth, and he confirmed that the person who tried to touch the spores was undoubtedly the bad guy Lu Xun.

However, at this moment, the spores floated in front of the bad guy, and its snow-white and soft hyphae stretched out and gently touched his finger across the water tank.

An Zhe: "?"