There were almost no people in the stairwell, or a few people in a hurry - more than usual. Going up and down the stairs was a physically demanding task. An Zhe took a deep breath and still felt a little tired. When the solar wind directly hit the earth, the atmosphere would be blown away at a terrifying speed and dissipated in the universe. Although only a few days had passed, the oxygen content in the air supplied by the ventilator was obviously insufficient, and the military broadcasts also reminded people every day to reduce going out and unnecessary physical exertion.

Coming to the corridor on the first floor, the atmosphere here was even more solemn, and no one was seen. An Zhe remembered what the circuit judge said to him, "Go back early," so he quickened his pace and returned to the courtroom. The doctor was typing on the computer in the hall. When he saw him coming, he said, "You're finally back. Where have you been?"

An Zhe: "I went out for a walk."

He sat next to the doctor. The doctor was a very gentle person. They had a good relationship in the past few days.

"Don't run around." The doctor said, "Not until today."

An Zhe: "What happened?"

The doctor's eyes moved away from the computer screen and looked at him. His face was slightly tired, his lips were pale, and his blue eyes seemed to have endless, deep emotions, which were not positive. He pushed a bottle of water in front of Anzhe: "Are you thirsty?"

Anzhe shook his head. He was fine - although mushrooms are a kind of creature that needs water, but today the spores returned to his body, he felt very stable, and the need for water did not seem so urgent.

"Supplies in all aspects are in urgent need, not to mention food and water, even oxygen is not enough." Doctor Wang Ting said softly: "At the latest today, the army will transfer personnel. If you come back late and can't catch up with the transfer, you can't stay here."

Anzhe was slightly puzzled.

"Where to transfer?" He said. He thought the lighthouse was the last refuge.

The doctor stared at the blank wall in front of him and said, "Garden of Eden."

"There is a crop breeding center there, with a stable food supply and a large amount of pure water reserves. The resources of the base are all there." said the doctor.

After saying that, he smiled: "The name of Eden is very good, and now it has really become the last Eden."

"When Eden was first built, there were voices of opposition. The breeding and cultivation of crops, the supply of drinking water, the cultivation of children... Concentrating so many resources necessary for human survival in one place, even if it is extremely beneficial to Eden, will it bring greater risks?" The doctor lowered his voice: "But facts have always proved that the capacity of the base is limited. When facing a huge disaster, all human resources can only be concentrated in one place, Eden. We sacrifice everything to keep it. If Eden does not exist, then mankind will no longer exist."

An Zhe understood what the doctor meant. Eden is where the mother and children are.

He looked at the doctor and asked, "Is everyone going?"

The doctor glanced at him. Anzhe found it difficult to describe the meaning of that look. It was like a teacher in the Garden of Eden looking at a willful and ignorant student, but in addition to that, there was also a hint of sadness and sorrow.

Anzhe knew the answer, so he didn't say anything.

The whole morning passed in silence. Seran came back once, but he was in a hurry because he was very busy with work.

"You have to stay here tonight." He looked at Anzhe: "The emergency response department doesn't recognize you, you follow me."

The doctor said: "Just give it to me, I won't abandon him."

Seran thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

Outside, the huge sound of the wind never stopped. This irresistible force from the universe shook the entire human city. The hurricane that the solar storm rolled up on the earth was better than all the disasters recorded in history. Placing his fingers on the wall, An Zhe could feel its slight tremor, like the last struggle and gasp of a dying animal. In fact, An Zhe already felt it was a miracle that human creation could persist in such a huge storm for so long.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, someone knocked on the door here - a team of fully armed officers, led by three civilian officers, with badges representing the "Emergency Response Department" on their chests. When they saw Dr. Ji, the officer standing in the front nodded slightly: "Doctor, please follow us."

The doctor said: "The transfer has begun."

"It's time to start. We plan to transfer 500 people." The officer said, "We will do our best to ensure your safety. We have arranged accommodation for you in the Garden of Eden."

"Thank you." The doctor said.

But the next moment, he looked at An Zhe, "But he has to follow you."

"According to the transfer plan, you can bring an assistant." The officer said to An Zhe, "Please show your ID card so that we can verify your identity."

"Your assistant is no longer here." The doctor put his arm on An Zhe's shoulder, smiled, and said to An Zhe, "Your ID card doesn't seem to be with you."

An Zhe said, "I have a colonel's."

The doctor said, "Give it to them."

An Zhe obediently took out Lu Xun's ID card, and the officer took it and swiped it on the portable machine - then he was obviously stunned.

"Lu Xun went to the underground city for the base, and there is no news yet." The doctor raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "If his children don't get the right of asylum... I don't think it's appropriate."

The officer frowned, walked aside and made a call, then came back and said: "He can be transferred as an exception and identified as your assistant."

The doctor said: "Thank

you." "Look." Walking in the corridor, the doctor said to An Zhe: "If you run around in the morning and come back late-"

An Zhe pursed his lips, he saw the situation in the hall.

Dozens of researchers in white coats simply lined up, with soldiers guarding beside them. A lady was excitedly saying, "Your assistant must follow you. You will not accept such a transfer case."

The officer said, "You do not have a quota for assistants in the transfer case, Dr. Chen."

"Your research cannot be done without assistants. One person alone cannot complete those tasks. Moreover, his talent is not lower than yours, and he can independently host large projects." The lady called "Dr. Chen" said loudly, "Please ask your superiors for instructions."

"If you believe that you cannot continue your research after losing your assistant." The officer's voice was cold and ruthless: "You may have to stay here."

After a brief daze, she was silent.

An Zhe followed Dr. Ji to another direction. There seemed to be a dispute upstairs. He heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

An exit was opened on the first floor of the United Front Building, where An Zhe boarded the army's heavy armored vehicle. He caught a brief glimpse of the outside scene as he boarded the vehicle. The glaring sunlight almost burned his retina, the dry and hot air rushed through his lungs, and gravel fell all over him - the originally flat ground was full of deep gullies, as if it had been torn wildly by the limbs of a giant monster.

The sound of people breathing was heard around, and the vehicle took away thirty people. Hearing the people around him talking, the lighthouse had a total of 500 people for this transfer, which was less than one-tenth of the total staff.

Someone else asked, what about their equipment and materials?

"After you leave, the lighthouse will be powered off. The laboratory will evaluate the importance of the samples, and the important samples will be transferred to the Garden of Eden for preservation." Someone answered.

With a "clang", the door fell, the armored vehicle started, and the car was dark and silent. The doctor grabbed his hand.

An Zhe suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar. A month ago, in the overwhelming insect tide, he also boarded the military truck in this way to come to the First District to accept the trial on Judgment Day. The poet who grabbed his hand in the dark car at that time has now been replaced by the doctor. At that time, the standard for whether people could enter the second area was not being infected, and this time the standard for whether people could enter the Garden of Eden was whether they could make sufficient contributions to the base in the past, present, and future.