Then - it floated towards itself at a speed that was definitely not slow, and then suddenly stopped at the glass wall, as if it had hit it.

An Zhe took two steps at a time and came to the glass water tank, pressed his palm against it, and pressed his whole body against it.

His spores also stuck tightly to the glass wall, and the hyphae touched him nervously through the layer of glass. The movement obviously wanted to get closer to him.

An Zhe couldn't help laughing. When Lu Xun was beside it, the group of spores seemed not to see him, but now, they recognized him. He was reluctant to blink as he watched the spores extend their thin and fragile mycelium towards him. However, due to the obstruction of the glass, they could only try harder to stick to him, almost forming a white cake on the inside of the water tank. Each mycelium was emphasizing how much it wanted to get close to Anzhe.

Anzhe leaned against it, and a long-lost sense of comfort surrounded him, but there was an unbreakable membrane between them.

He had to rescue it from the water tank. Anzhe tore himself off the water tank with difficulty and came to the side, where there was an operating table. According to the general rules of human machines, he tried to press the largest round button. The screen of the console really lit up, and the indicator light on the card slot next to it lit up. He swiped Lu Xun's card again, and the indicator light turned green. This person's permission was unimpeded throughout the base.

But then, facing those buttons with exactly the same shape and only some complex symbols on them, An Zhe fell into confusion.

How can I open the water tank?

His fingers wandered on the console, and finally he made up his mind and pressed the button in the middle.

Three seconds later, the water in the water tank began to ripple, and the spores were helplessly washed here and there by the water flow, and finally swirled in the middle of the water tank. Looking at the helpless spinning ball, An Zhe felt his head spinning. He pressed the first button with a heavy heart.

The next moment, a red laser lit up at the top of the water tank. Even An Zhe, who was standing next to it, could feel the heat. The mycelium of the spores exploded once, and then fell down helplessly, as if it would be dried up in the next second. After a while, it exploded again.

An Zhe suspected that it was screaming silently. He frowned sadly - is this the torture that spores suffer every day in human laboratories? But he didn't have time to think about anything else, and pressed another button.

The red light turned into a pulsating light again and again, and the spores exploded helplessly again and again.

An Zhe quickly pressed a button far away. This time the red light disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Then, a buzzing sound of "Zi--" was heard, and blue ion sparks suddenly lit up in the water tank. Then, the water surface began to tremble slightly - the spores were also shaking in the water like crazy.

An Zhe: "!"

He electrified the water.

He was in a hurry, pressing buttons one after another, and finally, with a vibration, the light green culture solution slowly drained from the container. An Zhe pressed a button next to it, and with a click, the top cover of the water tank opened.

The water tank was too high, so he moved a chair, stood on it, and finally reached his hand into the top of the water tank.

However, at this time, more than half of the culture medium had been drained, and the spores could not float to this height.

Then An Zhe saw the spores attached to the glass wall, slowly climbing up along the glass, sliding down as they climbed, sliding for a while, and then continuing to move up.

This mass of things has not yet fully matured, but it has inherited his ability to move freely. An Zhe stretched out his hand, and his arms and fingers turned into curling snow-white mycelium, which went down along the inner wall of the container and came into contact with the spores.

At that moment, it was like an electric current running through his whole body, and he was reborn. He took back a part of himself, and there must be a strange wave surrounding him.

Holding the ball, he carefully picked it up, and all the hyphae scattered around the spores were neatly collected and rolled around among his hyphae.

An Zhe bent his eyes and smiled at it, and his hyphae connected to its, and carefully took it into his body, and the body of the spores also completely stretched out and merged into his body. Anzhe felt a sense of joy. It finally returned to where it was supposed to be. Human culture fluid was useless. Only with the nutrition of adults could it continue to grow until it matured.

This time, no bad creature dug it up again, although it was unknown why the spores would take the initiative to approach that guy.

In fact, the spores did not approach him that day, which was a good thing. Once it showed a tendency to approach itself, it would be immediately observed by researchers, and then his identity would inevitably be doubted. Therefore, Anzhe unilaterally believed that his spores had extraordinary intelligence.

With the return of the spores, the void in his body was finally filled again. All the uneasy things fell to the ground at that moment. It was an indescribable feeling, like being reborn. Anzhe walked to the window, pressed the button, and raised the metal plate.

The dazzling light shone in, and he squinted his eyes.

On the other side, at the end of the sandstorm, the golden morning light, a brilliant red sun is shining.

Anzhe slowly turned his head and looked back at this silver-white laboratory. The machines were placed side by side, the wires were clearly visible, and the test tube racks on the item cabinets were neatly arranged. From this laboratory, he could imagine what the entire base looked like.

This human base, the past, the present, and the future had nothing to do with him.

He clasped his hands on the window sill, his knuckles whitening, and pushed open the transparent triple-layer glass window.

The window was opened a finger-wide crack, and the scorching hot wind wrapped in sand and gravel blew on his face, and his fingers were stinging. The wind and air outside were full of strong radiation from the universe. The huge wave contained countless tiny ripples, and he seemed to hear the abyss calling him back.

He could go, leave here, go to the outside, and return to the abyss. The outside was just as cruel, and he didn't know if he could survive, but he had found the spores, and he was no longer afraid of anything.

... He was not afraid of anything.

An Zhe gently pressed his left hand on his abdomen, his forehead against the window sill, closed his eyes, and suddenly trembled slightly.

He retracted his right hand from the window sill and moved it in the opposite direction. With a slight "bang", the window closed again, followed by the metal layer that protected against radiation. He took a few breaths, his forehead pressed against the metal plate, and his fingers slowly gathered at his side, as if he was about to make a difficult decision.

As the radiation was isolated, the tingling sensation in his body gradually subsided, just like that night when Lu Xun hugged him, used his body to block him, and rolled away from the area with radiation. In fact, if it was anyone else, Lu Xun would have done the same, but because of this, that scene left a deep impression on him, just like he still remembered Lu Xun's figure every time he left.

An Zhe walked towards the laboratory door. At this time, two soldiers passed by the corridor. The team of soldiers who had just patrolled had already walked away, and now there were other people.

An Zhe made eye contact with them, pursed his lips and smiled as a greeting, then turned and walked towards the stairwell.

In the dim stairwell, he could only hear his own heartbeat, beating again and again, faster than usual. The human heart beats faster when it is afraid, but he doesn't know what it is afraid of.

He knew it wouldn't be long before it was hidden. Once order was restored and research resumed, humans would be able to find out the whole story of what had been thrown away in the laboratory. He had to go, the sooner the better.

But he couldn't help himself from taking out something cool and angular from his shirt pocket, the badge pinned on Lu Xun's sleeve, which he took off.

He held the thing in his hand, thinking, wait until the aurora lights up and he hears the news that pl1109 has returned, then he will leave - if there is such a day.

There is nothing good in this city, only the potato soup is pretty good.

No... No, if his spores always want to get close to Lu Xun, he would have left long ago.

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