——Then there was the sound of something breaking.

Tang Lan frowned and strode forward.

The screams continued, and the sound of fighting could be heard.

The boy shuddered suddenly and grabbed Anzhe's arm, as if seeking protection, but he said, "Don't be afraid, there is a monster, Brother Tang can beat it."

They looked through the open door and saw a monster rolling on the open space in the middle of the triangle. Dense tentacles and bumps bulged on its back. The facial features on its face were distorted and deformed, turning into a gray swollen mass. Its limbs attacked it frantically, and another monster turned part of its body into vines to fight with it. Tang Lan joined in, and it was subdued not long after.

"Lock it up." Tang Lan said.

——The thing was taken away, and Tang Lan also returned to the room.

"We have consciousness now, but we can't tell when we will lose it." The boy whispered, "So I cherish the time I have to be a master."

At this time, there was a sound from the window. An Zhe looked down and saw a large instrument in the open space in front of the main building.

"Mr. Polly seems to have been doing this for the past few days." The boy said, "It looks different from the previous research."

An Zhe looked there, and a dazzling red light lit up between the machines. He asked, "What is this?"

Tang Lan didn't say anything, but looked out the window. At the top of the mountain, the aurora and the starry sky became so low and so clear that they seemed to be able to be touched with just a hand.

There was silence in the room. After a

while, Tang Lan suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Polly is a fusion scientist," Tang Lan said softly, "The fusionists believe that one day, they can find a way to fuse the genes of humans and monsters, so that humans will not become monsters with only instincts, but also have strong bodies and can adapt to the harsh environment of today."

"Like this." He showed An Zhe his arm, which had some black scales hidden on it: "The human body is indeed too fragile."

"Later, before they succeeded, the fusion experiment ran away, and the Type 2 leech infected the water source of the base. Half of the base died because of this. From then on, the base never allowed any similar experiments again, and the fusion scientists became the sinners of the base." He said slowly: "But other research also yielded no results. Only fusion sounded like there was still a glimmer of hope. Because the fusion scientists defected, they left the base and wanted to find a place to continue the experiment."

"We have to do live experiments to study fusion. Once we do the experiments, we will create intelligent monsters that have acquired human thinking but are not real. The base will not allow this to happen, so we have been sending troops to intercept and hunt them down. Finally, we finally found this place." Tang Lan looked up at the endless starry sky: "The Highland Research Institute has a legacy. The site was originally the place where magnetic poles were created many years ago. This place is behind the abyss and the terrain is high, so armored vehicles cannot drive over. There are also many ready-made equipment, some of which can cause magnetic field interference in the surrounding area, making military aircraft and radar ineffective. The research institute was settled down, and they took in alien species while conducting research, which has continued to this day. "

An Zhe asked, "Have you found a way to merge now?"

Tang Lan shook his head.

"I can't find any pattern." He said, "At first, people thought it was related to willpower, and later they thought it was related to the type of genes, but both are wrong. People with weak willpower can wake up in a daze, and plants with weak pollution can devour people's will. People who are infected by very powerful monsters may not lose consciousness. The reason why they retain their willpower is only luck. Later, the magnetic poles took effect, and all the pollution was gone. contamination, and proves that this may have nothing to do with genes at all. Gold and iron can also contaminate each other. An iron atom inexplicably becomes something we cannot understand under a microscope. Mr. said that all previous research is wrong, and we should find new ways of analysis. "

An Zhe has heard the same argument from Dr. Ji, and said, "The base also thinks so."

Tang Lan didn't say anything for a long time.

"An Zhe," he suddenly called his name and said, "Can you feel a fluctuation?"

An Zhe nodded. He could feel it all the time.

"After becoming an alien, many people can feel it," Tang Lan said softly, "and it is getting stronger and stronger."

In the early morning, An Zhe opened his eyes from the bed. My head ached, and my dreams were wild, with the sound of howling that shook my eardrums, the patter of animals stepping through mud, and crying—I didn’t know whose crying it was. In the jungle, the glow of animal eyes was reflected faintly, and I was running away from something like a madman, looking for something, but I could never escape, and I could never find it. That huge, empty wave still lingered around me like a shadow, and it seemed to be in every corner of this world, even the dew on the tips of leaves was its incarnation.

An Zhe used his arms to support his body and sat up. It was very difficult. His bones seemed to be rusted. Not only could he not move flexibly, but they also became thin and brittle. Every time he moved, he suspected that he would stop forever in the next moment. He knew that he was one step closer to an irresistible death.

An Zhe held the quilt and sat on the bed for a long time before he felt that his condition had recovered a little. He stared blankly at the warm room. What happened yesterday was like a dream. Today, he felt a little more real. He came to a human world in another sense. The people here were very kind to him. But his original intention of leaving Lu Xun was to prevent Lu Xun from witnessing his death.

What about the people who were friendly to him?

An Zhe's nose was a little sour and he felt guilty. But before he could make a further choice, the door was knocked.

The boy from yesterday brought a tray with breakfast, and on the tray were steaming enamel cups and bowls.

"You didn't wake up this morning, so we didn't call you." The boy said, "Uncle Shu has cooked some potato soup again, you can have some."

An Zhe said "thank you".

As he spoke, the boy put the tray on the table and looked down at the bowl of rich soup. Small pieces of potatoes were floating in the soup, and together with the shredded pork, they gave off a mellow aroma that mixed with the white mist and spread throughout the room.