They found more evidence in this room.

The window was difficult to open because the steel window sill had been glued to the base.

And the skeleton, if you look closely, its leg bones have disappeared into the sofa. The ugliest thing is a cluster of inverted bell-shaped chandeliers on the ceiling of the second bedroom. Its lampshade and metal bracket are mixed and melted, and it flows down softly, like a candle that has burned to the end. The originally snow-white lampshade is embedded with pitch-black dust, and each grain of dust is a needle-sized black dot. They are densely clustered together, as if they are about to pounce on the face and crawl at the next moment.

This weird thing shouldn't have happened. Superhuman cognition and the limits of science intersected together, giving An Zhe an illusion that the world was like wax melted by fire, gradually blending into one.

Xibei returned to the living room. He sat on the floor, picked up his grandfather's body, and lifted him up from the chair. He took his grandfather away from there, as if the chair was the most terrifying monster, as if the next moment this corpse would be indistinguishable from a chair. He left the chair and put Grandpa on the floor. The muscles on his cheeks immediately trembled nervously - the floor was also a monster.

The next moment, he was shocked and suddenly took a few steps back - his own existence was also the source of pollution.

An Zhe saw his panic and helplessness, and walked forward. However, just after taking a step, Xibei looked at him with horror and stepped back.

If everything in the world can pollute each other, then only by staying away from some substances can we preserve ourselves.

An Zhe could understand his fear, and he took the initiative to distance himself from him again.

"I'm sorry, I..." Xibei's teeth trembled, and he said, "I have to... calm down."

Lu Xun took An Zhe into the bedroom.

When he stepped into the bedroom and saw the flowing chandelier again, he suddenly stopped. An Zhe looked at the colonel and saw that his green eyes seemed to be frozen.

The next moment, Lu Xun took out his communicator from his jacket pocket. He held the thing tightly, and his knuckles turned white.

An Zhe was watching from the side. Xibei had collapsed. As a human being, he knew that Lu Xun's condition would not be better than Xibei. In fact, the colonel felt something more than Xibei. While overcoming the fear brought by this crazy world, he also had to think about the human base far away - for the sake of the human base, he had to stay calm.

If the engine fails due to the mutual contamination of matter, then the communicator will also fail. There was a screwdriver in the drawer of the bedside cabinet in the bedroom. Lu Xun picked it up and unscrewed the screws on the communicator shell.

The shell, the complexly patterned wafers, the intertwined wires, and countless small parts were spread out on the bed. Lu Xun picked them up one by one and checked their subtle structures by light.

There were many parts in the communicator. After looking at them for a while, An Zhe also took some simple parts from the pile of parts to check whether they met the standard of human mechanical horizontal and vertical lines.

After closing the bedroom door, it seemed that they were the only two left in the world. Neither of them spoke. In the sound of rain, nothing could be heard except the sound of checking parts. Lu Xun was progressing very quickly, and those parts seemed to be normal.

But An Zhe was suddenly stunned.

He looked at the small crystal board in his hand, on which there were two parallel strands of red copper wires, each of which was twisted from dozens of thin copper wires. They should have been parallel, with a distance of several millimeters in between. But now they were all loose, bending at a strange arc, and the two strands of copper wires were close together, mixed and indistinguishable. This was definitely not normal.

At this moment, at least for a brief moment, An Zhe suddenly had an idea: if even the communicator was completely broken due to material distortion, if Lu Xun could never return to the base, what would they do?

He is not such a bad mushroom.

—— He looked at the crystal in his hand, and finally pulled the corner of Lu Xun's sleeve.

There was a hidden button on the inside of Lu Xun's military boots, and a sharp dagger was placed inside. Now the dagger was taken away. An Zhe used the flashlight he brought from the mine to illuminate the crystal, and then watched Lu Xun use the tip of the dagger to pick up the tangled copper wires bit by bit. There were signs of adhesion between the copper wires, but fortunately, they could be separated when they were discovered.

When they were finally cleaned up, An Zhe's spirit was slightly tense. But he still felt a little dizzy, as if he was sick. Ever since the spores showed signs of maturity, his body had become weaker and weaker.

Lu Xun checked the remaining parts again, assembled them in sequence, pressed the button, and turned it on.

The next moment, the sound was not what Anzhe was used to. "Sorry, the signal has been interrupted due to the influence of solar wind or ionosphere..."

"Beep--"

"Beep--"

"Beep--"

The sound of rain got louder. Thousands of big raindrops splashed on the window like bullets, making a continuous thumping sound. This was a rainstorm that only appeared in midsummer. The outside of the window had become a gray waterfall.

The raindrops seemed to knock on Anzhe's soul.

In a trance, he vaguely heard a soft robotic female voice coming from the communicator, but the dizziness became more and more severe, and the world in front of him turned into colorful lights and shadows - the next second, he fell straight forward.

Before he lost consciousness, he had a thought - I hope the spores don't fall so soon.