It was not until a long time later that the woman by the wall stopped sobbing. Her eyes were red, her hair was messy, and she leaned against the wall looking at the distant scene. Every word she spoke was like a drop of water on a leaf, which would break if touched.

An Zhe asked carefully: "Are you leaving?"

She shook her head and said in a hoarse voice: "What does that dead man have to do with you?"

An Zhe spent a long time to find the right words in her memory: "My... friend. He saved me."

"My boyfriend also saved me." After she said this, her head drooped deeply, her shoulders and back trembled, and she occasionally made a crying sound or two, and never spoke again.

An Zhe held the ID card belonging to Vance tightly in his hand. A dull feeling came from his heart - the human heart. When he was a pure mushroom, he had never felt this way before.

When this feeling finally dissipated a little, he finally found the strength to follow the direction of the distant current and walked out of the passage.

At the end of the city gate passage was a row of mechanical gates. An Zhe chose the one on the far left. When he walked over, a soft mechanical female voice sounded: "Please show your ID card and pay attention to the camera."

An Zhe placed the ID card belonging to An Ze on the white light on the platform at the right end of the gate, and then looked up at the black camera in front of him.

"ID3261170514, name: An Ze. Hometown: Outer City District 6, time out of the city: 27 days."

The camera's hair made a slight sound, and the white light turned green.

"Facial recognition passed, welcome home."

With a ding, the gate rose, and An Zhe walked in.

The glaring sunlight in the morning made him squint, and it took him 30 seconds to recover. After the blurry world became clear, a huge gray city appeared in front of him.

There was an empty area around him, with the words "Buffer Zone" written on the ground in dazzling green paint. Looking ahead, human creations rose from the ground, and tall concrete buildings covered the ground. They were taller than the tallest plants Anzhe had ever seen, as if they would fall down at any time. They stood there, crowded together, stacked up, blocking his sight. He looked up, and the orange-red sun was half hidden behind the tallest building, and the other half was exposed, like a drop of diluted blood, which would flow down the wall in the next moment.

An Zhe turned back and saw the people who came from the city gate with him were separated by the mechanical gate, but they gathered together spontaneously behind the gate and went in the same direction. An Zhe followed them forward and turned a corner after a few hundred steps. There were four words on the signboard: "Railway Traffic". A train stopped on the track. The body of the train was written: Exit-Area 1-No. 3 Supply Station-Area 5-Area 8-City Office-Exit.

He followed the crowd on the train and found a corner seat in the slightly empty carriage. There were two strong men in the front seat, talking in a low voice.

"Back from Basin No. 3? You risked your lives this time."

"Six people died."

"It's okay, did you make your money back?"

"The military has not approved it. I don't think I will have to risk my life in the wild for the rest of my life."

"Wow."

"We entered a school in the abandoned city No. 411. It was full of mutant plants and no one dared to go in." The man smiled and said, "We went in and pried three hard drives from the library's data room. They are priceless treasures. It depends on how much the things stored in them are worth."

An Zhe listened quietly. He didn't understand much, but he knew that the man in front of him was very happy, so he was a little happier too.

He knew that happy people often don't mind helping others, so he called out, "Sir."

The man didn't even turn his head and said, "What's the matter?"

"How do I get to District 6?"

"Transfer to Train No. 2 at the Supply Station."

"Thank you."

Five minutes later, the train started moving, and a mechanical voice announced the name of the platform. An Zhe was unfamiliar with everything. After several twists and turns and asking for directions, he finally got on Train No. 2 at the Supply Station, and then got off and arrived in District 6.

An Ze's ID number is 3261170514. This string of numbers is not only an identity certificate, but also represents his address, Building 117, District 6, Outer City, House Number 0514.

But soon after getting off the bus, when he tried to find a way, he was suddenly stopped by a young boy: "Hello, friend. Welcome off the bus. Do you mind getting to know us?"

Before An Zhe could say anything, a white paper was stuffed into his pocket, with a few blood-red words written on it: Oppose the dictatorship of the judges.

He understood why, but did not ask any more questions. He just said: "Excuse me, do you know how to get to Building 117?"

The boy said: "Do you mind going with us?"

"...I do."

"Then we are comrades." The boy raised the white paper in his pocket, which also had a few red words written on it: Abolish the Judges Act.

They were not the only two holding papers, and soon, Anzhe was pulled into a group of people. They were about forty years old, with young faces. Each of them held a similar white paper, or two people held a long banner together, with the same sentences on the paper and the banner.

"We voluntarily bear the cost of genetic testing."

"Judges for inappropriate crimes."

"Disband the court and redress the innocence."

At the same time, the group of people moved forward slowly, and Anzhe could only move with them.

The roads in the city were very narrow, and the sun shone on the buildings, which cast undulating shadows on the ground. Apart from them, there were few adults walking with their heads down on the road. They occasionally looked over here, but quickly looked away.

An Zhe: "What are we going to do?"

"Silent walk demonstration," the boy said, "We will march until the court is dismissed."

An Zhe: "...Oh."

After walking for about half an hour, he asked the boy next to him again: "Where is Building 117?"

"In front, almost there."

After another half an hour, An Zhe asked again: "Where is Building 117?"

"Sorry!" The boy shook his head and said, "I forgot about you. We walked past it. It's behind."

As he said that, he turned around and pointed to a place: "In that direction, far away, the building number is written on the side, you can see it."

An Zhe: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

An Zhe handed the paper to the boy: "Here you go."

"It's useless!" The boy stuffed the paper back into his arms and said, "Remember to come again next week! We'll meet at Building 1!"

Yu Anzhe could only stack the bloody "Oppose the Dictatorship of the Judge" and the genetic report sheet that the Judge himself had stuffed into his arms, and left this group of strange young humans, walking in the direction he was pointed.

——As he walked, he felt that the surrounding environment was gradually becoming familiar, and the memories that originally belonged to Anze in his mind were awakened. He followed his intuition and turned a few corners, and successfully arrived at the foot of the building numbered "117". This is a rectangular building, 10 stories high, but very wide. He entered Unit 0, climbed the deep and steep stairs to the fifth floor, entered a dim corridor, and found Room 11. There

was a white seal on the door, Anzhe gently tore it open, revealing the sensor area underneath, he stuck his ID card on it, the door lock popped open, and he walked in.

This is a very small room. It is smaller than the cave he once lived in, but much more spacious and brighter than the lounge in the armored vehicle. There is a wooden desk against the wall, with a dozen old books on the desk, and papers and notebooks stacked on the other side. The desk faces a single bed, and there is a cabinet at the head of the bed, which holds water cups, mirrors, and some sundries. A wardrobe more than a meter high is against the foot of the bed.

The window is on the other side of the bed, and the gray curtains are half open. The sunlight shines in, shining on the quilt of the same color. A dry fragrance reminds him of the smell of An Ze.

He walked to the bed, reached out to take down the palm-sized mirror, and his face was reflected in the mirror.

He looks like An Ze, with soft black hair and eyes of the same color. They are similar in many places, but some details are exactly the same. Moreover, he does not have the gentle and calm expression of An Ze.

At that time, Anze said to him: "I feel like I have a younger brother. I'll give you a name, Little Mushroom."

"Do you have a deep impression, Little Mushroom?"

In his limited memory, there are only two things that are deep, one is the lost spores, and the other happened when he was very young - about the length of a human little finger.

In the rainy season when mushrooms grow, he was hit by slanting raindrops on the thin stem and his waist was broken.

Then, like any injured creature, he tried hard to grow back and wanted to live.

Later, he gradually gained some vague consciousness and he healed.

From then on, he seemed to be the same as his peers. He could control his mycelium, flow between the jungle and the wilderness, and sense the sounds and movements outside. He was a free mushroom.

"Little pity." At that time, An Ze touched his hair: "Did it hurt when it was broken?"

"I forgot."

An Ze said, then I'll call you An Zhe.

He said, OK.

Thinking of this, An Zhe smiled at the mirror.

When the man in the mirror smiled, he seemed to see An Ze's shadow again.

"Thank you." He said to the mirror.

After putting down the mirror, An Zhe sat at the desk.

What to do next? After

thinking for a while, An Zhe stretched out his left hand and stared at his fingertips in the sunlight.

The snow-white mycelium quietly spread outward from his fingertips, and then condensed into a solid. He picked up the dagger and cut off a thin piece.

Then, he picked it up with his right hand, put it to his mouth, pushed it in gently, and bit it with his teeth - he decided to explore the fact that he was poisonous.

Soft, sweet, and delicious - this was the first impression.

The next second, the whole world in front of his eyes shook.