Little Mushroom

On the way, they saw the wreckage of a plane. The shape of the plane is exactly the same as that of Lu Yan. An Zhe estimated the direction. The plane should be the one that crashed before Lu Yan, and he saw it fall.

After three or four planes crashed, he never saw the base's planes appear in the sky. Probably the base also noticed this strange change and no longer sent fighters out.

However, the condition of this aircraft is better than that of Lu Yan. There is no explosion. Everything is kept intact except for the appearance damage.

Lu Yan walked over, removed the black box of the plane, hesitated, and climbed into the cracked cabin door-there were bite marks on the edge of the cabin door.

The monster has eaten the driver ’s body, the blood-stained clothes are dry, the flesh-boned bones are scattered in the cockpit, and the skull rolls down under the console, leaving only half of them with sharp edges. Tooth marks.

An Zhe followed him and climbed in. There was a moment when Lu Yan wanted him to leave so as not to be scared by the scene of this Zhe, but then he saw An Zhe's calm eyes and realized that he would not be because of the human body. And fear.

Below the console is a reversed flight manual. The flight manual is the pilot's reference book, which contains basic operating steps, instrument usage and use, and various unexpected solutions.

Lu Yan reached out and took the flight manual in front of him. An unknown change took place in the manual. The black writing penetrated deeply and deeply into the paper, and the color penetrated outwards. The typography on the paper was distorted in strange ways, like some kind of evil symbol.

An Zhe also looked at the paper. He struggled to identify the glyphs. This page was about various engine failures.

So he knew that the plane crashed because of an engine failure, and until the moment the plane crashed, he was still looking at the manual to find a possible solution.

Then-at that moment, the plane crashed, the manual dropped, and people died.

After being pulled from the aircraft's gangway by Lu Ying, and put it on the ground, An Zhe heard Lu Ying said, "The plane I was in crashed because of an engine failure."

An Frow frowned.

Lu Yan continued: "But other parts also have problems."

Lu Yan: "Because there were problems during manufacturing?"

"The PJ fighter formation has performed flight missions many times, and has also undergone maintenance before take-off." Lu Yandao.

They went forward, and Sibe and Grandpa were waiting in front.

An Zhe couldn't figure out the reason for the plane failure. He said, "Why?"

"I don't know." The colonel rarely said these three words.

As if remembering something, he said lightly: "The PL1109 also had an engine failure when it landed, but it landed safely."

PL1109 is the most advanced fighter in the base. Listening to Lu Yan's meaning, all aircraft are now at risk of accidents. Not long ago, when he left the human base, he looked back at the main city and saw the slowly falling PL1109. It turned out that at that time, Lu Yan had already made a trip on the edge of life and death.

"Then ..." An Zhe whispered: "Then you won't take a plane in the future?"

Lu Yan said nothing but rubbed his hair.

After the round with Sibe, they briefly talked about the situation there and moved on.

Within sight, all are wasteland.

Sibe looked around: "There are really fewer monsters, quite a lot before."

Anzhe knows what this statement means. Large and small, many creatures died and became part of a hybrid monster. Because the total number of monsters has decreased, this place looks much safer. But individual monsters are more dangerous.

But all these changes were completed within ten days, and the weak monsters were swept away. This process was too fast. Ann recalled the monster who was greedy to eat genes desperately, its actions seemed too impatient.

There are actually similar scenes in his memory-remembering the late autumn of the abyss.

In winter, the abyss will become wet and cold. After a snowfall, the ground and trees are frosty. Many monsters no longer come out, they will hide in warm caves-in order to survive the whole winter, they will furiously kill each other, desperately eat more flesh and blood to store the nutrients for the winter, or enemies Towed into the cave as grain storage. The month before winter arrived was the most dangerous and **** time of the abyss.

Now the same killings are happening outside.

The journey was not long. All the way down, they were cautious enough to choose a hidden route to walk, perhaps for luck's sake, and did not encounter a horrible mixed monster.

Departing at eight, at half past nine in the morning, a city half buried in the sand appeared in front of them.

It was so big that it came closer and could not see the end. From now on, the ruins of the road can be seen faintly among the endless buildings. Unlike the regular, horizontal buildings in the northern base, it is scattered and irregular. Tall buildings and small buildings stand together. Round buildings and rectangles are staggered. The road is tortuous. A dark red tower stands in the center of the city. The overpass collapses in half. There are dense dry vines hanging on it. Central road. There are buildings of all colors, but because of too many colors, they are unified in the view of Anzhe, gradually blurring into foggy gray.

An Zhe looked far into the distance. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have imagined that there are such intricate cities in the world. If he is a resident here, it would be normal to get lost.

The dark clouds covered the sun, and it was overcast with indistinct fog around.

"You follow me." Saibe said, "Our mines often come here to find supplies. There is a stronghold in the city. In fact, it is OK to live in the city, just to be afraid of monsters. Grandpa does n’t know why. Only in the cave is the safest. Three uncles used to feel that the life in the cave was too hard. They came to live in the city, but then there was no news. "

After Xibei walked through the buildings, they came to a dense residential area. The large gray residential buildings were crowded next to each other. There was a square in the distance. A white sphere was faintly visible in the center of the square. In the quiet city, except for the sound of the wind passing through the building, only their footsteps.

Lu Yan was responsible for guarding the surroundings. Because he was carrying his grandfather, Xibei kept his head down and said, "It will be over after that square, soon."

Just then, Grandpa's throat suddenly “slightly”.

His vocal cords vibrate and he constantly emits a fixed syllable. He has sputum in his throat, his voice is unclear, and he can barely hear: "Bao ..."

"Paul Paul……"

Sibe: "What?"

Lu Yan's footsteps stopped suddenly.

An Zhe looked at him, but saw him staring at the square ahead.

The next moment, he uttered a short syllable: "Run!"

Too much time to think about it, An Zhe was grabbed his arm violently, and subconsciously followed the landing and turned towards the nearest building. Sibei didn't know what happened, but he quickly followed his grandfather.

The housing building is the familiar building structure of Anzhe. As soon as it enters the corridor, a gray-white, dressed skull is leaning against the corner, as if it has been integrated with the gray-white wall. But he couldn't take a closer look. His body was already weak, and the movement of going upstairs was a step slower. Lu Yan hugged him horizontally and quickly climbed up the stairs. The stairwell was very spacious. There were three residents on the first floor. When the eighth floor was around, a door was open. door. Every piece of furniture in the room was covered with gray, and a skull was lying on the sofa in the living room.

This is a three-room, two-living room, transparent from north to south, and the living room bulges out to extend outside the building. It is a huge floor-to-ceiling glass window.

Lu Zheng put Anzhe down. He was breathing a bit hard. He ran too fast just now. Anzhe hadn't seen him like this.

But the next moment--

He saw Sibei looking out of the floor-to-ceiling window, his face pale and his eyes scattered.

He looked forward.

White.

A white, spherical, half-story monster is taking a strange step-almost floating, ghostly footsteps creeping slowly here-the one on the square in the distance at the beginning What Anzhe considered as a white decoration, it was a huge monster.

It came straight to this side, and when two streets were far away, Anzhe saw what it looked like. An indescribable mass of grotesque feet like octopus or snail grows underneath. The first half is responsible for walking, and the second half is dragged long behind. Its body, an almost round body, is covered with a translucent membrane between pale and gray. Under the membrane, its body contains countless black or flesh-colored objects that are difficult to describe, or organs, dense tentacles or limbs, or other things, constantly moving.

The closer it is to this community, the more details can be seen clearly. It is a mixed form that is completely beyond the scope of human understanding. Where its eyes are, it cannot be found. Sibe's gaze was staring at it, as if he would die in panic next moment.

It's closer.

The people in the room held their breath.