The sunlight turned him into a translucent golden crystal.

"No need." His eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was flat, as if everything Polly Jones had just said had nothing to do with him.

The sunlight also illuminated the dark silver buttons and trims on his black uniform. He was tall and straight, dressed strictly, with perfect features, unusual eye color, and cold and light expression, which all left an indelible impression on passers-by. New vines were entwined in the corridor in the morning light. He stood in the surging spring scenery, but he was out of tune with all this.

In the courtyard and the corridor, many people would quietly turn their heads to look at him. The last generation of judges, he had too many unresolved hatreds and unsolved mysteries. There were many rumors in the northern base. Some said he died of assassination, some said he committed suicide. Only those in the institute knew that the judge stayed here forever - but no one knew why.

"Look at me, kid." Polly said softly.

Lu Xun looked at him.

Although the gray-blue eyes were cloudy, they were bright. They were too clear and transparent wisdom, kindness and sadness, as if they could see through all the appearances in the world.

"Sometimes I thought you were free, and sometimes you weren't," Polly said: "Three years have passed, and everything is going well. Can't you face the past?"

"No."

- The answer was unexpected.

Lu Xun looked him straight in the eyes, speaking calmly without hesitation: "I am not guilty."

"No judge would say such a thing."

"Human interests are above all else." Lu Xun turned slightly to the side, a backlit silhouette in the endless morning light, "I have never wavered in my beliefs."

"But you live in pain."

"I used to suffer from the trial," Lu Xun said, "and now, losing him is my only pain."

"I have never seen such a gentle and peaceful child," Polly closed his eyes, seeming to be immersed in the past, "He came to the world from an unknown place, as if to suffer. But the suffering in the world will not damage any of his essence. I don't have much time left, I just want to see him alive again."

In a long silence, they looked at the laboratory behind them.

In the place separated by a wall, young assistants were busy recording data. They were busier than usual, as if today was a special day. Looking inside from the window, a transparent square cabinet was placed on the snow-white ground, like a crystal coffin. The crystal coffin contained a light green nutrient solution. In the nutrient solution, the snow-white mycelium grew and spread out, entwining with each other to form a snow-white cocoon that vaguely resembled the shape of a human body.

It grew very quickly, from a spore as big as a date kernel to a long, soft mycelium aggregate. Just like the young bird that suddenly turned into a human baby, one day, it took on the shape of a human body.

On countless nights, Lu Xun leaned over and looked at the familiar outline through the layers of overlapping mycelium.

"Is that him?" he asked Polly Jones.

"He is an asexually reproducing mushroom. There is no difference between the main body and the spores. I can only tell you that the genes are the same and the frequency is always the same. They are the same in the biological sense." Polly smiled slightly and said softly: "The story in your ancient legends about the phoenix being reborn in the flames is actually true for those creatures with simple structures. Death is rebirth, and reproduction is the way to continue life."

"...Will he remember?"

"I don't know," Polly shook his head. "It depends on whether the soul or memory is also a given frequency. A mushroom knows what kind of nutrition it should absorb from birth. Where does the memory of 돗 come from? I tend to think that in the unknown dimension of the universe, 돗 are the same creature. You don't have to worry about it."

Lu Xun turned his gaze to the distant sky, his eyes were always cold and calm: "I hope he forgets everything."

"Why?"

"The human base and I have only brought him pain." He said, "I hope he will never feel this."

Polly shook his head: "How do you know what this world is like for him?"

Lu Xun's voice fell softly: "So I accept all the results."

Polly didn't say anything. In the silence, the laboratory suddenly heard the beeping of instruments, the shouts of the experimenters, and the sound of objects falling to the ground. Those sounds came in intermittently, allowing people outside to know what was happening inside.

The sun was rising, and the morning light shone on Polly Jones's old body. It seemed that he had finally settled his last worry. He felt relieved, turned his wheelchair, and headed towards the laboratory, his eyes becoming more gentle. But

Lu Xun did not turn back.

"He's awake," Polly Jones said, "Why don't you look at him?"

There were some chaotic sounds in the laboratory.

After a long time, Lu Xun opened his mouth.

"You once asked me what I thought of him." His voice seemed to come from a very far place: "I've thought a lot."

There was another long silence, and the golden sunlight spread over the mountains in the east, and a red sun jumped across the sky.

In the wind, he closed his eyes. The sculptures of the waiting man, the portraits of the pilgrims, all look like him, and all have shown this expression before, on the night before the judgment.

He said calmly, "He is the one who judges me."

A door knocked, and the sound of light footsteps stopped not far away.

On the top of the mountain, in the morning light, mist, and breeze, there was a clear and soft voice.

"Lu Xun?"

The author wants to say: The article is finished.

Tomorrow is a safe perspective.