"The shape is not right." Lu Xun said.

An Zhe did not feel anything, as there were always strange shapes in the abyss.

The entrance to the cave was right there, a deep opening among the tangled vines.

The monster in his arms was still trembling. Many years ago, he dragged the seriously injured An Ze back to his cave in this way. At this moment, he knew that the cave entrance in front of him was definitely not the same as that year, but he strangely felt that time and fate were always overlapping, and he had walked the same path again.

However, when he stood at the so-called cave entrance, he finally believed Lu Xun's judgment.

The entrance of the cave is not a common irregular opening, but a vague arch - this is an abandoned building, which is squeezed by the raised surface. There are indeed some ruins of human abandoned cities scattered in the abyss. There are various buildings with different functions in the ruins. For hundreds of years, the creatures of the abyss have grown and spread on them.

Walking in, the surroundings are dark, with occasional fluorescent lights from plants. Anzhe put the monster down and put the flashlight in a suitable place. The flashlight illuminated the limited space. It was a spacious hall. The furnishings had long been decayed. It seemed to be a church. The walls were mottled and there were traces of monsters living there, but it seemed to have been left a long time ago.

There was a sound of shells rubbing against the head. It was the wounded and dying monster moving 10 centimeters towards us. Anzhe stretched out his hand and touched the hair on the monster's limbs. The monster's head turned. The compound eyes of insects did not have pupils like mammals, so it was difficult to identify the focus of its vision, but Anzhe knew that it was looking at me.

Why was it looking at me? What was it thinking? What kind of feelings would a monster with 10 eyes have when it was dying? Anzhe didn't know. The white mycelium climbed up the monster's body and gently covered the deepest wound.

The limbs moved, as if they were going to reach Anzhe, but the next moment, the body stopped moving.

돗 was dying.

Anzhe looked at 돗 and did not retract his mycelium. There seemed to be a line of sight on his side. 놛 turned his head and found Lu Xun leaning against the broken pillar of the church hall, with his arms folded and his eyes fixed on this place, as if observing his every move.

"Do you often do this?" Lu Xun asked.

"Sometimes." Anzhe answered.

놛 knew what Lu Xun was asking. If he encountered a wounded creature in the abyss, 놛 would drag 돗 back. Occasionally, a seriously injured creature would survive because it was safely recuperated in a cave, but most of the time 돗 would be seriously injured and die.

An Ze said this.

Lu Xun was still looking at him.

"Did you have consciousness at that time?"

An Zhe recalled and shook his head. At that time, I was just a mushroom. I didn't even know how to use human language to describe the life of a mushroom.

놛 pursed his lips and continued, "If my mycelium breaks, I will feel pain and I am afraid of dying."

"So when I see you are about to die, I will try to help."

After a long time, 놛 saw Lu Xun smiled and said, "You will do what you want."

The coat was soaked by the rain, and this place was particularly dark and damp. Fortunately, there were a few briquettes in the backpack. 놛 set up a support, started a fire, and turned off the flashlight.

"Are you cold?" Lu Xun asked An Zhe.

An Zhe shook his head, but still leaned towards Lu Xun, and Lu Xun reached out and put his hand on 놛's shoulder.

The two of them stopped talking. An Zhe leaned on Lu Xun's shoulder and looked at the jumping flames.

"Can I find An Ze?" After a long time, Wang asked.

Wang and Lu Xun agreed to stay in the Abyss for one month and in Base for one month.

Lu Xun did not hate the Abyss. An Zhe even felt that the colonel liked the Abyss more than Base. The colonel knew a lot about the Abyss and could collect many samples for the institute in this month. But no matter how skilled Lu Xun was at driving and how the scope was reduced, the Abyss was still very large.

"As long as the cave was still there," said Lu Xun.

An Zhe recalled everything about the abyss: "The cave entrance may be covered by mushrooms, flooded, or collapsed by a big monster fighting... Sometimes the cave is alive, and 돗 wakes up and then leaves."

놛 said: "But I still have to find it."

"This is what I promised An Ze."

"Although 놛 doesn't know."

"Then just think of it as a promise I made to myself."

An Zhe talked to himself, and Lu Xun just stroked 놛's hair from time to time. In the end, 놛 said to An Zhe: "놛 won't be angry because you are late."

An Zhe nodded, An Ze is a very good person.

놛 put away his own random thoughts, continued to look at the flames, and slowly told some things in the abyss. Lu Xun just listened.

After an unknown amount of time, An Zhe suddenly thought that he had told Lu Xun all his life stories as a mushroom. Lu Xun knew about the rainy season and the green grass, An Ze and Qiao Xi, knew everyone he knew, and knew everything he had encountered.

On the contrary, he did not know Lu Xun's past.

"You..." he said, "Have you promised others something that you couldn't do?"

An Zhe had already thought of his answer. He imagined that Lu Xun would not easily promise anything and would not have unrealistic fantasies.

But unexpectedly, after a brief silence, Lu Xun said, "Yes."

The crackling sound of the wood gradually became smaller, and the scorching flames turned into a red glow on the black charcoal. The surroundings darkened, and the smell of dust rose.

The stairwell on the 22nd floor of the Garden of Eden was a dark and dusty place.

"On that day," a gentle female voice rang in Lu Xun's ears in a trance, "on the day when all of us are free, I will no longer meet with my children secretly like this."

Gibran is not Mrs. Lu's child, but he often comes to the 22nd floor. At this time, she sat on the emergency staircase with her legs swinging, and said, "Husband, you will definitely see that day."

The husband touched her head and said, "Our great scientist is here."

Gibran raised his head, whistled, and said, "Lu Xun and I will see that day."

The wife looked away from Gibran and looked at Lu Xun: "Do you want to go to the lighthouse?"

Lu Xun shook his head.

"Then you will be like your father," the husband kissed her forehead, "you will protect Gene when you grow up."

Then the husband took one of her hands and one of Gibran's hands, let them hold together, and then put her hands on top.

"We will all see that day, when that day comes--" Her young face was filled with gentle joy: "When that day comes, we will be together, and your father will be with us. You promise me."

"You promise me."

"I promise my husband."

"I promise you."

Lu Xun's story was short, but An Zhe looked at her and listened attentively.

This time, it was Lu Xun's turn to look at the fire that was gradually dying out.

An Zhe stretched out his hand.

놛 half-straightened up and tried to hug Lu Xun like Lu Xun just hugged 놛. The colonel seemed to understand, 놛 adjusted the angle and leaned towards An Zhe. An Zhe hugged 놛's shoulders, a little uncomfortable, but possible.

"You once told me that she became a bee because of a rose many years ago." Lu Xun said, "I have been wondering who gave it to her."

An Zhe was stunned.

One day when the ultrasonic dispersal device had not been invented or the dispersal device was temporarily malfunctioning, a bee that accidentally came to the city was attracted by the flowers and stung Mrs. Lu's finger.

The weak frequency of the bee was dormant in her body, and one day in the future it would be awakened by the great unknown fluctuations from the universe.

In this base, only Mrs. Lu had roses, because she loved these things, and there were other people who loved her. Lu Xun's father and later Lu Xun would give her seeds collected from the lighthouse and confirmed to be safe - only these two.

Anzhe gently held Lu Xun's hand.

The firewood pile burned out, and the dim red light was receding. The wind howled in the church, as if it was another windy night.

"I hope you can go to the United Front Center." Mrs. Lu said.

That was the last time Lu Xun and her talked before he was sent to the military. At that time, they were in a small field base on the flank of the base, which was a distance that the base's civilian communications could barely reach.

"That place is the most suitable for you, the least in the wild, so it is the safest." She said, "In all the years of serving the base, this is the only time I was selfish. I want you to live, I hope my children can live, but I only know you."

Lu Xun said nothing.

"If it's the other side, I won't stop you, but don't go to the courtroom. I'm afraid of that place." She said softly, "Last year, there was a shooting in the courtroom. Many dramatic changes in the base started with bloodshed. There is bloodshed in the courtroom every day. That side is too painful."

"Are you listening?" She asked after a moment of silence.

"I'm here." He answered.

She smiled: "Then you promise me."

"You must promise--"

The rustling sound of electric current suddenly sounded.

"Zizi——"

followed by a soothing prelude of music, a gentle frequency, and a soft female voice: "Sorry, the base signal has been interrupted due to the influence of solar wind or ionization. This is normal, please do not panic, all activities will proceed as usual, the communication signal will be restored from time to time, and a public broadcast will be sent to you when it is restored, please stay tuned."

"...Please stay tuned."

When all the wood was burned into loose gray-white debris that broke at the touch, the church fell into darkness and silence.

At this time, countless faint green lights lit up, and the insect monster that was picked up died.

Anzhe looked over and saw the body of the fireflies gradually disintegrate and dissipate into dots of green fireflies, like green and shiny smoke or a swarm of fireflies.

The fireflies first enveloped them like a dream, then rose up and illuminated the entire dilapidated church, illuminating the mottled statue of the Virgin Mary on the side wall and the huge statue of the crucifixion in front. Dead vines hung on the Virgin Mary's shoulders, her cheeks were scratched by animal claws, and Jesus' body was covered with mold. The only clear thing was their eyes. Behind the vines, mold and dust, they silently watched the world.

The light was scattered.

Destiny is scattered in the world.