Little Mushroom

Lu Yan glanced at him lightly, but instead of answering the question directly, he said, "Huh?"

An Zhe saw that he didn't seem to be willing to answer, but thinking about the clues he might get, he courageously said, "There is something close to you ..."

Lu Yan raised an eyebrow: "Nothing is near me."

An Zhe: "The doctor just said—"

"I went to see a project." Lu Yan said casually: "Nothing else."

An Zhe will be killed by this popularity. He wanted to ask Lu Yan what project he went to see, but the man was talking inside and out saying he didn't do anything.

"A lab called him," the doctor returned to the monitoring device, "normal work, and he returned after cooperating. But he may have to go a few more times."

Having said that, the doctor began to focus on the previous video of Si Nan.

Lu Yi's way of thinking is difficult to figure out. Even if he doesn't grasp the point, the doctor can't answer the question. An Zhe didn't get any news. He sat beside Li Li, uneasy, both frustrated because he didn't get the answer, and hated himself for not being able to ask too much because he was afraid to reveal his identity. He even moved to wait for Lu Yan to go. Follow his mind.

Just listen to Lu Yan said quietly: "Concentrate on work."

An Zhe: "..."

At five in the afternoon, it was time for Lily to go back. After she returned, Sinan no longer soberly knocked on the wall and started ramming in the cell. An Zhe briefly recorded today's situation, and the doctor told him that he could go back.

An Zhe looks at Lu Yan.

Lu Yan said: "I stay here."

The doctor said: "He is on duty tonight."

An Zhe: "... Oh."

Various experiments are conducted in the lighthouse. Most of them are related to heterogeneous research. Sometimes improper operation or accidents will cause infected staff. Therefore, the courthouse also has permanent staff.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt something difficult.

He does n’t have an ID card, so he ca n’t return to his home, and if Lu Yan does n’t go back, he has nowhere to go.

Thinking of this, I saw Lu Ye took out his ID card from his chest pocket and said, "Go back by yourself."

An Zhe picked up and said, "Thank you."

Doctor: "Hmm."

An Zhe: "Are you eating dinner here?"

Lu Yan continued to read the armament book, and said lightly, "Yes."

An Zhe asked, "What to eat?"

"The next-generation laboratory and the Garden of Eden have jointly developed the newly-invented compressed nutrient granules," Dr. Typing said as he typed the keyboard.

With that said, his typing on the keyboard a little bit more: "It's the worst thing I've ever eaten in my life."

Anzhe stood in place, thinking for a moment.

He realized that the air ducts were nothing, and the lighthouse was nothing. The only thing that really has something to do with finding spores is Lu Yan.

He said to Lu Yan: "Do you want me to bring you food?"

Lu Yan looked up at him, his eyes were cold and cold, and he could not see the emotion.

An Zhe saw that he also turned to the page of "PL1109" fighter.

Lu Yan didn't answer, An Zhe whispered: "Then I'll bring it for you."

"Well," the doctor said again.

The doctor said, "I want it too."

Lu Yan: "You don't."

The doctor turned to Anzhe: "I want to drink tomato soup."

An Zhe: "Maybe not."

He did not lie. The supply of ingredients in the residential area was different every day except for potatoes-depending on the output of Eden at that time.

However, today's ingredients do have tomatoes.

Anzhe stood in front of the container holding the tomatoes and hesitated for a while.

-Then he turned and turned to the fresh food cabinet with the mushrooms opposite.

He remembered having dinner with Lu Ying yesterday. Lu Ying chose mushroom soup among three potato soups, tomato soups and mushroom soups served in the same cafeteria that night. Although his choice made Anzhe feel a little uncomfortable, but ...

He tangled in place for two minutes, and finally took two servings of mushrooms.

The mushroom cultivated at the base is off-white, with a round stalk and a soft umbrella cover. He often comes here to buy things, and the staff in the ingredients area have recognized it and said, "Make mushrooms tonight?"

"Well," An Zhe asked, "do you need any more materials?"

Under the guidance of the staff, Anzhe returned with fresh meat and a seasoning bag. He swiped a Lu Yan card. Originally, the amount of these ingredients would make him feel huge, but compared to the balance, it seemed insignificant.

Anzhe took the knife, took a deep breath, and began to cut the mushrooms. It was very soft, and everything was divided into two halves. And the mushroom soup takes much less time than other soups-after boiling a small piece of fresh chicken bones in boiling water, put the ingredients in the bag and add the mushrooms, but after a while, a light and fragrant flavor emerges . Cover the pressure cooker lid, set the time, and leave the kitchen.

He had nothing to do, added water to the roses in the colonel's room, cleaned the room, and turned on the TV in the living room.

Now is the time to broadcast the news, the screen appears, and An Zhe actually saw a familiar figure.

-Hubbard, the mercenary captain who once made a puppet at Boss Xiao, he also helped Boss Xiao get Lu Yan's information.

At that time, if he hadn't led the team and went out to work again, I am afraid he would have been added to the crime.

"The mercenary recall is currently going smoothly. This morning, all members of the AR137 mercenary team returned to the base. This is the only team capable of performing six-star missions, except for the base military. They brought back valuable samples and the latest outside information Source, our reporter interviewed Mr. Hubbard, the captain of AR137. "

On the screen, Hubbard, wearing field equipment, just got off the armored car. A reporter is interviewing him.

"Mr. Hubbard, welcome back."

Hubbard: "Thank you."

A worker next to them was directing them to check their blood and said, "The main city welcomes you."

"Thank you," Hubbard said. "The situation at the base surprised me."

The reporter said: "Your return date is a bit later than other mercenary teams. Did you encounter difficulties midway through?"

"No." Hubbard's response was short: "The signal was bad. I just received the recall."

The reporter smiled: "Which area are you coming from?"

"The periphery of the abyss."

"How is the situation there?"

"Monster form is more versatile."

"The abyss is indeed a terrible place. What did you bring back from there?"

"specimen."

"Thank you for your contribution to the base," the reporter said.

"You're welcome."

An Zhe thinks that Hubbard can compete with Lu Yan in the matter of less talk, but his eyes are not as good as Lu Yan's.

The screen cuts back to the news host: "As far as we know, the returning mercenary team will be included in the military establishment after accounting for merits and continue to serve the base."

After this news is broadcast, there are several irrelevant news. There are not many things worth reporting every day in the main city. Most of the time, the host is reporting the new progress in scientific research on lighthouses, professional terms and terms. A lot, making An Zhe drowsy.

The pressure cooker in the kitchen "snucked out" and rescued Anzhe. After opening the lid, the rich aroma slammed into the face. The soup had already been boiled and showed a long texture. The white mushrooms were looming in the soup. He tried to take a sip and was satisfied. He filled the soup for three persons in a thermos pot and planned to take it to the lighthouse.

But the moment he stepped out of the kitchen door, he froze.

On the news screen, there is a silver laboratory surrounded by complicated machinery, and in the center of the laboratory is a cylindrical glass water tank containing a pale green clear liquid.

In this one-person-high water tank, a small white thing floated quietly only in the center.

An Zhe opened her eyes wide, and took three steps and two steps to the TV screen-just at this moment, the lens was pulled in, giving a close-up of the small white thing.

The snow-white, fluffy mass is like a cloud floating in the water, the same size as the mushrooms used in cooking today.

In addition, the small white snow mycelium also spread out, soaked in water, and wobbled gently as it floated in the water.

Anzhe almost stopped breathing.

He would never mistake his own spores, although it seemed to grow a little more than when he left him.

An Zhe raised his hand. His fingers trembled a little and stuck to the cold screen of the TV, as if he was touching the surface of the glass water tank, and the white matter separated him only by a glass wall. But the next moment, the newscaster's voice broke this illusion: "Four months ago, samples of abnormal fungi collected by the trial court were listed as first-class observation objects, and fungi as a special type of eukaryotes. There has been no variation from the basic morphology of the species. Therefore, Beacon believes that the sample has valuable research value. Perhaps the study of the sample can reveal the process and principle of biological infection mutation. "

An Zhe frowned, and his spores were taken for research.

Immediately, the newscaster said: "According to the researcher, the sample has remained semi-dead for the past four months. However, in the last two days, it has resumed its activity and its body size has increased. Exciting news ... "

Anzhan heart beat.

-He knew that Spore knew him.

Otherwise, why did he only grow up in the two days he had been at the lighthouse? The spore sensed him, and it must have wanted to return to him.

The broadcaster continued: "The laboratory contacted the trial court and confirmed that the sample grew in a similar direction to the original subject."

At the same time, on the screen, the spores fluttered in one direction. An Zhe thought that this must be the direction of his laboratory.

The next second, a figure appeared next to the glass water tank. His body was outside the picture, and there was only a blurred reflection. I don't know who it was.

An Zhe wanted to keep this person a little further from his spores.

The situation was just the opposite. The person reached out and touched the surface of the water tank with his fingertips. The fingers were long and the bone joints were beautiful. An Zhe frowned. He was familiar with the shape of the hand.

He was also familiar with the sleeves of this man, as were the silver buttons.

An tortured his teeth, and he confirmed that the person who tried to touch the spores was undoubtedly Lu Yan's bad thing.

However, at this moment, the spores fluttered to the bad thing, and its white and soft hyphas stretched out and touched his finger lightly across the water tank.

An Zhe: "?"