Its flesh and blood should have decayed naturally, because the entire sofa was centered on it, covered with green, yellow or brown mottled marks, which were traces of mold growing from layer to layer.

"In the beginning, it was super bacteria, fungi, and viruses. They multiplied in human cities and infected everyone indiscriminately. The city was full of corpses. People who have been to the wild ruins know this." The words that the poet once said rang in Anzhe's ears.

He looked up and looked out the window. This was a dead building, a dead city. The building was full of skeletons, and each skeleton was a dead life.

Lu Xun saw Anzhe's eyes, which were still so calm, as if he was out of the matter. But under the reflection of the gray sky, the subtle movements on his quiet and beautiful face combined together, but presented an indescribable sadness like a puff of smoke.

Looking away, looking at the city, he said: "When the human base was built and the comprehensive search and rescue was carried out, the power of the base was not enough, and many small cities could not be rescued in time."

An Zhe looked at the endless and boundless buildings like a vast ocean. It would take several hours to walk from one end of the city to the other. He said softly: "Is this a small city?"

Lu Xun said: "Yes."

An Zhe slightly widened his eyes.

In his opinion, a city that was extremely spacious, for the once prosperous and glorious human beings, it was actually a small city that came to rescue.

So how great was the human world before the disaster? He knew.

Such a grand process of gradual decline - imagining this scene, he seemed to see the huge sunset at dusk gradually sinking into the black horizon, a long and lasting death.

"Bang--"

In this dead silence, in the bedroom next door, there was a sound of something falling to the ground.

Lu Xun asked, "What's wrong?"

There was no answer, but the trembling exhalation of Xibei came.

Lu Xun frowned, took the gun, turned around and walked over, and An Zhe followed.

The room was empty, with no monsters or enemies, but Xibei had his back to them, his back shaking violently. At first Anzhe thought he was crying, then, after walking beside him, Anzhe saw him staring at a comb in his hand.

Anzhe couldn't describe what kind of wooden comb it was, because it was not just one, but two fused together. It was the most common brown wooden comb, with a ten-centimeter-long handle and fine teeth. The handles of two equally ordinary wooden combs grew together tightly, as if they were carved from the same piece of wood. The teeth were tilted 45 degrees, one to the left and one to the right, like a two-headed snake spitting out its tongue.

But if they were two ordinary combs at first, how could they grow together?

Wood, a piece of wood, the most common and safest thing, but because of this weird and uncommon appearance, it brought the most incomparable horror.

Lu Xun strode towards the dressing table where Xibei got the comb. This was obviously a woman's room before the catastrophe. There were countless bottles, jars, and utensils of all sizes on the ivory white dressing table. Lu Xun reached out

to wipe the dust on the mirror. After wiping off one layer, there was another layer underneath. The dust seemed to grow inside the mirror. The mirror surface was always foggy, and their figures were distorted into a black mass.

An Zhe looked at all this and suddenly remembered that when he climbed the outer city wall, a layer of sand fell down, but the inside was still sand, as if the wall had turned into a mixture of sand and steel.

Lu Xun looked at the mirror again, frowned, and glanced at the large and small makeup tools. Finally, he reached out and pulled out a pair of rusty long tweezers - or tweezers, because this metal tweezer had been stuck to a plastic eyebrow trimmer. The "x"-shaped cross-connected part in the middle of them was integrated into one, seamlessly. It was hard to tell whether it was steel or plastic, or a completely new material that humans had ever known.

With a click, Xibei's fingers trembled, and the comb fell on the dusty floor.

"This city..." he said, "Is there something strange? Let's... let's go."

"It's this city." Lu Xun said.

He looked at the tweezers and eyebrow razor stuck together and said three words.

"Engine."

These three ordinary words fell like thunder at this moment.

If the inside of the engine also produced this kind of weird fusion and change, then the plane was doomed.

An Zhe leaned over and picked up the comb. There was no sign of splicing, but the carvings on the handle were chaotic, chaotic and crazy, and it was impossible to imagine how they were mixed together, just like the dark handwriting on the flight manual that stretched out its tentacles in all directions. An Zhe slightly

widened his eyes, and suddenly, the words that Mrs. Lu said before she transformed into a queen bee and flew into the boundless sky rang in his ears.

She said, "Human genes are too weak to sense the changes that are happening in this world."

"We will all die. All work is in vain, which proves the insignificance and powerlessness of human beings."

A thought flashed through his mind, like lightning breaking through the sky.

If, if... when humans and monsters, monsters and monsters overlap or approach each other in space, genetic pollution will occur - it's wrong, completely wrong.

"Genes..." He murmured, "It's genes..."

The problem is actually genes, or it's completely genes. Pollution is the mixing and recombination of flesh and blood between one creature and another, and this change is completed through genetic changes.

If, if this can happen, if the properties of a living thing can change in an instant, why can't other things? What is the difference between the body of an animal and the spiral of DNA and other inanimate substances in the world?

So paper and wood can contaminate each other, so can steel and plastic.

- Then everything in the world will be contaminated.

This process is gradually developing, and this torrent has just begun to rush. It has just appeared in front of humans with the pollution of animal genes as a precursor.

During these days of geomagnetic disappearance, those hybrid monsters ate frantically, catching other creatures to grow stronger, just like humans hoarding food for winter. Did they feel something?

Xibei's voice trembled: "What the hell..."

He said everything.

What kind of time is this? What kind of disaster are they facing? What is happening? What is it? What is it?

A flash of lightning split the sky. The windows were shaking, and the wind from thousands of miles away was howling with a long sound, pouring into the room through the cracks, blowing the corners of their clothes up, and the hunting spirits were beating.

An Zhe raised his head, and he and Lu Xun stared at each other in shock. The cold green eyes were as dark and deep as the sky outside.

At the moment they looked at each other, a thunderclap sounded in the sky. The sky became even darker, and between the vast sky and earth, heavy rain poured down.

In the rain curtain, everything outside could be seen and heard - endless grayness, endless nothingness, and endless terror.

Mrs. Lu's soft and mellow voice and Grandpa's withered and hoarse voice overlapped and suddenly rang in Anzhe's ears.

——"The time is almost up."