Then, he became lighter, floating in the air. The sunlight coming in from the window turned into a vast sea. The papers and notebooks on the desk were soaked into a white mass.

Anzhe blinked, but he didn't feel uncomfortable. He just felt that all movements became very, very slow and erratic. He couldn't control his body. He seemed to be flying, and seemed to be about to fall.

Then - the world in front of him gradually turned black, and he completely lost consciousness.

I was awakened by the cold. When I woke up, I found that the endless gray buildings outside the window were all immersed in the golden afterglow of the setting sun. It was at least seven or eight hours since I fell asleep or fainted. It turned out that the toxicity of mycelium was to make people sleepy.

The temperature in the room dropped a lot in the evening, and Anzhe lay back on the bed and wrapped himself in the quilt to restore the temperature. But after the numbness brought by the cold dissipated, I was hungry again.

Anzhe would rather use mushrooms to absorb nutrients, but along the way, he did not find even a piece of wet soil in the entire base, so he could only eat. Humans are very troublesome creatures, and he frowned.

Fortunately, Anze's remaining memory told him where to eat. The base is divided into eight districts, and districts 6, 7, and 8 are the main residential areas. Here, each building is a community, and the first floor is a hall. Water and food are supplied on a regular basis every day. Children under the age of sixteen have free quotas, and adults over the age of sixteen need to swipe cards to pay for base currency, and the unit of currency is the letter r.

There weren't many people in the hall, about fifty at a glance. There were only two food windows, one selling mashed food made from tubers of a certain plant, and the other selling... soup made from the same plant tubers. He searched his memory and vaguely remembered that this plant was used to make potatoes.

Anzhe paid with a card.

Mashed potatoes, price 0.5, balance 9.5.

Potato soup, price 0.3, balance 9.2.

Anzhe stared at the number representing the balance on the card and realized that he would be on the verge of starvation in a few days. This feeling was like a mushroom taking root in a dry soil, facing death at any time.

——This feeling became more obvious when 놛 returned to the fifth floor after eating and spent 0.1r to get water in the public water room.

So 놛 had to add another thing to do, which was to find a source of money.

After tightening the cap of the standard stainless steel bottle, An Zhe held it in his hand and was about to turn around when a voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

"An Ze?"

The voice was loud and trembling, echoing in the small space.

An Zhe turned around.

Standing in the corridor was a young man with a tall physique and a handsome face. At this moment, the man was staring at 놛 with his eyes wide open and his lips trembling. It was difficult to tell whether 놛's expression was joy or shock.

"Anze?" 놛 called again: "You... come back? You're not--"

At this point, 놛 was speechless, his face turned pale, as if he didn't know how to continue.

But Anzhe knew what 놛 wanted to say, because 놛 knew this person, 놛뇽 Qiao Xi.

Qiao Xi was Anze's neighbor and friend. They grew up together. Sometimes, Qiao Xi would take care of Anze, and more often, Anze would also take care of 놛-those spots of residual memories appeared in front of Anzhe.

But my knowledge of Josie is not entirely from Anze's memories. I met this person when I was a mushroom. What I saw and Anze's memory together just fill in the real cause of Anze's death.

Anze is a person who makes a living by writing. His job is to write novels, essays or poems for people's entertainment and submit them to the base. The base will publish such booklets to people regularly. However, just three months ago, in order to save the increasingly tight manpower and resources, the base withdrew this department.

At that time-

"Anze, what book are you reading?" Josie asked.

"I want to prepare for the selection exam for the base supply station," Anze circled and drew on the book with a pen, "I think I will like the content there, and the salary is not bad either."

Qiao Xi frowned.

"Do you want to leave your civilian status?" asked Dong. "The exam is very difficult."

Anze said, "It doesn't matter."

"Anze," Dong's tone became serious, "you obviously always knew that I wanted to go wild with you."

Anze smiled, his tone was very light, as if he was coaxing this willful friend, but also like a helpless sigh: "I'm not suitable to go out."

"I will protect you." Qiao Xi put his arms around Dong's shoulders and softened his voice: "I can't leave you. You go wild with me, and we won't go to dangerous places."

The fragments in the memory are roughly like this. In the end, after Qiao Xi's soft and hard persuasion, Anze agreed to go on an adventure in the wild with Dong. Qiao Xi was a member of a large mercenary team and had made many contributions. He was introduced to Anze smoothly and was responsible for the distribution and statistics of supplies.

But in the wild, anything can happen. On that day, the convoy lost its way and drove into the edge of the abyss. When they found that there were unusually many mushrooms here, it was too late. The monsters in the abyss will not let go of any food that comes into their mouths.

For humans, even the edge of the abyss is terrifying. Three of the five armored vehicles were destroyed, and the people on those three vehicles panicked and moved to the intact armored vehicles. When escaping, Anze pushed Qiao Xi, allowing him to barely avoid the attack of the winged monster in the air, but Anze was tripped by the vines on the ground.

Qiao Xi was stunned for a second, and then the instinct to save her life overwhelmed everything. Between pulling up Anze and escaping for her own life, she chose the latter, gritted her teeth and ran forward, and was pulled onto the armored vehicle by the captain - at this moment, Anze looked at their figures, and his chest was pierced by the monster's bone spurs.

The mercenaries used the heaviest firepower to fight the monsters, fighting and retreating. The noise they made was so loud that they woke up Anzhe. He had come out to look for spores, but he always came back empty-handed. This time, he took advantage of the fierce fighting and quietly took Anzhe back to the cave deep inside.

So at this moment, facing Qiao Xi, Anzhe had nothing to say. When facing death, the first reaction of any creature is to escape. Qiao Xi did nothing wrong, but he didn't like him.

"You... are a little unlike you." Qiao Xi's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty: "Are you okay? Have you escaped from the abyss?"

Anzhe just looked at him calmly.

"No, you're not An Ze." Qiao Xi took a step back, his face pale: "You are an alien."

"Sorry." An Zhe walked out and passed by him: "I accidentally ate poisonous mushrooms and can't remember who you are."