The rice actually came with mushroom soup.

Xibei said that he grew it himself in the mine, and it was clean. Oyster mushrooms grow fast, and the remaining amount is enough to eat for several days.

Anzhe silently shrank into the corner after hearing this. Xibei looked so kind and friendly, but he didn't expect that he was also a mushroom killer.

But he didn't want to become an accomplice in eating mushrooms.

Before he started to eat, he noticed that Lu Xun glanced at him lightly. Anzhe thought that the colonel must have remembered the bowl of mushroom soup that he didn't get to drink before leaving the base. This seemed to be a regret, and humans like to have regrets. Eating it today can be considered as making up for it.

After the meal, Xibei showed them the food reserves. There were many mushrooms, some dried meat strips, and a bag of salt.

"The meat was stored before," Xibei said. "The traps can catch some small monsters. They said that eating something too strange will cause infection. If it is too strange, it can be eaten like the animals before."

Lu Xun said, "Low-mutated monsters can be eaten 24 hours after death."

"Then the uncles are right." Xibei said.

Lu Xun asked him, "What monsters are there here?"

"There are birds, many lizards, and big rats," Xibei said, "Sometimes there are insects, such as spiders. We eat more rats."

"But after the sandstorm, we rarely see them. I saw two particularly ugly creatures." At this point, Xibei's face turned slightly pale. "They were particularly big. I was afraid they would find me, so I only used a telescope to look at them. I have never seen such a thing before. Do you know what it is?"

"This should be the eastern hills, and the pollution level was originally high." Lu Xun said, "But the magnetic field incident five days ago caused a secondary mutation, and a hybrid monster appeared."

Xibei: "...Ah?"

Lu Xun's voice was slightly deep: "The original small monsters aggregated into large hybrid monsters through the food chain."

Xibei's face turned a little paler.

An Zhe listened to Lu Xun's words, and it was conceivable that the monsters killed and devoured each other, and the number became smaller, but the mutation level was greatly increased. Perhaps something more terrible, such things, happened everywhere on the earth, and every day was more chaotic than the day before.

Lu Xun looked at Xibei. The shape and color of his eyes combined to form a cold and sharp outline. Xibei obviously had not gotten used to looking the colonel in the eye. He removed a piece of paint from the table.

Lu Xun asked, "Has anyone in the cave ever mutated?"

"Yes, an uncle was bitten by a monster, and then bit other people."

"How to deal with it?"

"Let it go."

The communication was still connected, but the colonel still performed his duties. When he went downstairs, Lu Xun borrowed a pen and paper from Xibei to simply record the situation here.

During the rest time at night, only one generator in the entire mine was still working, and the wiring was damp and old. There was only one empty room in the entire mine with electricity, and the two of them lived there.

After An Zhe took a shower, he dried his hair and leaned against the head of the bed to play with magnets. Magnets can be seen everywhere in this mine.

He held a piece in one hand and put the two poles of the magnet together, trying to press them together. There was only air between the two black magnets, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get them close, as if there was an invisible force in the middle pushing them out.

He frowned. He knew why it was like this. He could understand a lot of human knowledge, just like humans could understand a lot of knowledge in this world. But he still stubbornly wanted to put them together. He felt that only with enough power, nothing could get close.

There were footsteps. Lu Xun entered the room. His coat had been washed by An Zhe and was now hanging in a ventilated place. An Zhe looked up and saw that the colonel was only wearing a military-style black vest on his upper body. The graceful and smooth muscle lines of his shoulders and arms were exposed. The trousers of the combat uniform were tucked into black boots, making his figure look more upright and beautiful. His hair was simply brushed, slightly messy, with sparkling water droplets on his forehead.

An Zhe looked at him. Without the judge's uniform and the badge, Lu Xun seemed to be just a young officer with a promising future and great power. Although his eyebrows were still as cold as before, and the temperature of his cold green eyes had not substantially recovered, An Zhe felt that he seemed to be much more relaxed. He suddenly remembered that according to the human age counting method, twenty years old was clearly the age when everything just began.

Someone in his twenties was looking down at a communicator, but the communicator just kept repeating, "Sorry, due to the influence of solar wind or ionization..."

Turning off the communicator and putting it on the table, Lu Xun sat down next to An Zhe.

An Zhe couldn't put the two magnets together no matter what he did, so he looked at Lu Xun.

"Repel each other." Lu Xun said lightly.

An Zhe frowned.

Lu Xun took the two things from his hand, and the opposite poles attracted each other. He changed the direction, and the two magnets quickly fit together perfectly, and then were thrown aside by Lu Xun.

An Zhe took them back and played with them again. No matter how many times he tried, the result was the same. There was an insurmountable resistance between the two opposite poles, and they could never be put together. However, the two opposite poles had an unimaginable attraction. As long as they were slightly closer, they would automatically break away from his fingers and run towards each other.

An Zhe asked, "What's in between them?"

He was a mushroom, and An Ze had never taken a physics class. The knowledge of the two of them combined could not explain this phenomenon.

Lu Xun said, "Magnetic field."

An Zhe: "Is it the same as an artificial magnetic field?"

"Yes." Lu Xun said.

An Zhe said, "Can you see it?"

"Yes."

"Why can you see it?"

Lu Xun stuffed him into the quilt: "I can see a lot of things."

An Zhe said, "Oh," and the quilt was a little hot, so he exposed his arms and shoulders.

Lu Xun looked at the collar of his soft white T-shirt, where a blue bruise was exposed. He reached out and pulled the collar down.

The originally smooth and flawless milky white skin exposed in the collar was covered with blue and purple marks, very even, so even that you could find the source of the bruise.

An Zhe said nothing, but pried his hands apart and silently pulled his collar back.

Lu Xun's eyes still lingered there. Of course, he recognized this mark. When the base treated serious criminals who needed to be tortured, they would use high-intensity electric shocks. No one could survive and confess. The sequelae of electric shocks are varied, from physical to psychological. The marks on the skin are only one of them. Many people will never get rid of this painful nightmare in their lifetime.

But after An Zhe wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, he only lowered his eyelashes slightly and said calmly: "It hurts now."

Lu Xun looked at his quiet expression. Sometimes he wanted to bully him, and sometimes he wanted to treat him well.

An Zhe moved a little inside the bed to give him space to lie down.

The bed was big, and after Lu Xian lay down on his side, they were very close. An Zhe also saw a scar on his arm that looked like he was hit by a blunt object, and that was not all. There were also faintly visible dark scars or scratches on his shoulder.

He stretched out his hand to touch the longest one, but halfway through, he was afraid of hurting the colonel, so he took it back and huddled in the quilt obediently.

The colonel's eyes seemed gentle: "Go to sleep."

An Zhe said "um" and closed his eyes.

His eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the light, making his expression look even softer and calmer. He was relaxed all over, and Lu Xun could easily tell that this little alien seemed to be sure that he would hurt him - even after his body was covered with scars from electric shock.

It was the first time that he felt puzzled by his behavior. When they first met, that night when he left the city gate and had nowhere to go, An Zhe also said to him defenselessly, "You can stay with me" - at that time he felt that the boy had other intentions, or he was as simple and powerful as his appearance, as if he knew that people did not often invite strangers to stay overnight.

He thought so and asked so.

"...Are you afraid of me?"

When asked, An Zhe slowly opened his eyes. Under the dim light of the gas lamp, his eyes seemed to be covered with a soft and beautiful mist.

In such a short time, he seemed to be almost asleep. He said in a muffled voice, "Why should I be afraid of you?"

Lu Xun didn't say anything. He raised his upper body and looked down at An Zhe with a heavy gaze. With his other hand, he picked up the gun that was placed next to the pillow and touched An Zhe's cheek with the cold barrel.

An Zhe looked at him with a clear and sharp gaze and frowned slightly. He seemed to be angry. He stretched out his hand to push the barrel away and turned over - this action also pulled the quilt away.

Lu Xun looked at his slender neck, his thin shoulders that rose and fell slightly with his breathing. Such a person seemed to be easily hurt, but also easily protected. After a long time, he turned off the light and lay down again.

Lu Xun's body sank slightly, and An Zhe pulled the part of the quilt that had been torn away back onto him.

It was like a summer night, when a dragonfly's tail lightly touched the calm surface of a lake.

The ripples stirred up the originally calm water.

In the silent silence, it was unclear what emotion drove him, or perhaps it was just a subconscious movement, Lu Xun hugged An Zhe from behind. His arm pressed against Anzhe's arm. Anzhe moved slightly. He first wanted to put his arm down, but finally there was no place to put it, so he moved it up a little, and put his fingers on Lu Xun's forearm, just like he had rolled the mycelium on the stone or tree branch next to him.

Lu Xun felt his movement.

Anzhe's voice rang out, very softly: "Then are you afraid that I will infect you?"

Lu Xun did not answer Anzhe, just as Fang Anzhe did not answer him.

Which one is more absurd, the judge believing in an alien or the alien believing in a judge - no matter what the reason. Perhaps the day they met was the beginning of the most absurd story in the world.

But in the darkness, no one could see each other's face clearly. In this isolated place, in this unknown moment, it seemed that nothing mattered. Everything was forgotten, everything was tacitly accepted.

Listening to An Zhe's gentle breathing, Lu Xun closed his eyes.