Little Mushroom

Immediately, he became lighter, floating up and down in the air, the sunlight coming in from the window turned into a mighty sea of ​​water, and the paper and notebooks on the desktop were soaked into a white cloud.

An Zhe blinked. He did not feel uncomfortable, but felt that all movements had become very, very slow and erratic. He could not control his body, as if flying, and as if about to fall.

And then-the world in front of him gradually turned black and completely lost consciousness.

He was awakened by cold—when he raised his eyes and woke up, he found that the continuous gray buildings outside the window were immersed in the golden red sunset and fell asleep to him—or passed out for at least seven or eight hours It turns out that the toxicity of his mycelium is drowsiness.

The temperature in the room was much lower in the evening than in the daytime. An Zhe lay back on the bed and wrapped herself in a quilt, which restored the temperature. But after the numbness from the cold dissipated, he was hungry again.

An Zhe prefers to use mushrooms to absorb nutrients, but along the way, he didn't find even a piece of wet soil in the entire base, he could only eat, human beings are a kind of troublesome creature, and he frowned.

Fortunately, An Ze's residual memory told him where to go to eat. The base is divided into eight districts. Districts 6, 7, and 8 are the main living areas. Here, each building is a community, and the first floor is the lobby. Water and food are regularly provided daily. Children under the age of sixteen have free quotas, and adults over the age of sixteen need to swipe to pay the base currency. The currency unit is a letter R.

There weren't many people in the hall. I looked at it in the past, about fifty. There are only two windows for selling food. One is a mud-like food made from the tubers of a certain plant, and the other is ... the soup made from the same plant tubers. He searched in memory and remembered that this plant was called potatoes. .

Pay by credit card.

For mashed potatoes, the price is 0.5 and the balance is 9.5.

Potato soup, price 0.3, balance 9.2.

An Zhe stared at the number representing the balance in the card, realizing that he would be on the verge of starvation in a few days. It felt like the mushroom was rooted in a dry soil and was facing death at any time.

——This feeling became more apparent when he returned to the fifth floor after eating and spent 0.1R water in the common water room.

So he added another thing to find the source of the economy.

After the standard stainless steel bottle cap was screwed on, Anzhe held it in his hand, and was about to turn around, suddenly a sound suddenly sounded behind him.

"Anze?"

The voice was loud, trembling, echoing in a small space.

Ann turned around.

Standing in the hallway was a young man with a tall physique and handsome face. At this moment, the man's eyes were widened and Zhengding looked at him, his lips shaking, and it was difficult to tell whether his expression was joy or shock.

"Anze?" He shouted again, "You ... returned? You are not--"

At this point, he was suddenly speechless, his face turned blue, as if he didn't know how to continue.

But Anzhe knows what he wants to say, because he knows this person, his name is Josie.

Josie is Anze's neighbor and friend. They grew up together. Sometimes, Josie will take care of Anze, and more often, Anze will also take care of him. Those dappled memories appear before Anzhe.

But his understanding of Josie was not entirely derived from the memories of Anzai. As a mushroom, he had met this person. His observations and Anzai's memories combined to just complete the real cause of Anzai's death.

An Ze is a person who lives by writing. His job is to write some novels, prose or poetry for people to entertain, and submit to the base. The base will regularly publish such pamphlets to people. However, just three months ago, in order to save the increasingly manpower and resources, the base removed the department.

At that time--

"Aze, what book are you reading?" Josie asked.

"I want to prepare for the selection test for the base supply station," An Ze drew a circle around the book with a pen. "I think I would like the job content there, and the salary is good."

Josie frowned.

"You want to break away from civilian status?" He asked. "Exams are difficult."

Anze said: "It doesn't matter."

"Anze," his tone became harsher, "you have always known that I want to go out with you."

An Ze smiled, his tone was very light, like coaxing this wayward friend, and like a helpless sigh: "I'm not fit to go outside."

"I protect you." Jossi embraced his shoulders and softened his voice again. "I can't do without you. You follow me to the wild, we don't go to dangerous places."

Those episodes in the memory are generally the same. In the end, under the soft and hard foam of Josie, Anze promised him to take a wild adventure together. Josie is a member of a large mercenary team. He has done a lot of work and introduced Anze very smoothly. He is responsible for the distribution and statistics of materials.

But in the wild, anything can happen. On that day, the team lost its way and entered the edge of the abyss. By the time they found the mushrooms here were unusual, it was too late. Monsters in the abyss will not let go of any food.

For human beings, even the extreme edge of the abyss is terrible. Three of the five armored vehicles were damaged, and the people on those three panicked and moved to the intact armored vehicle. When he escaped, Anzai pushed Jossi to barely escape the attack of the winged monster in the air, but Anzai therefore Tripped by vines on the ground.

Josie paused for a second. After this second, the instinct of survival surpassed everything. Between pulling up Anze and escaping, he chose the latter, flew forward, and was pulled by the captain into an armored car— —At this moment, Anzai looked at their figures, and was heavily pierced by the monster's bone spurs.

The mercenary team used the heaviest firepower to start a fierce battle with the monsters, and then withdrew. Their movements were too loud, and they woke up Anzhe--he came out to look for spores, but every time he returned empty-handed, this time with the exception, while he was fighting fiercely there, Anze quietly picked it up. Deep cave.

So at this moment, in the face of Jossi, Anzhe has nothing to say. When facing death, the first reaction of any creature is escape. Josie did nothing wrong, but he didn't like him.

"You ... are a bit different from you." Jossi's throat knot rolled hard. "Your wound is healed? Escaped from the abyss?"

An Zhe just looked at him calmly.

"No, you are not Anze." Jossi stepped back suddenly, his face pale: "You are a alien."

"Sorry." An Zhe walked out and passed him by: "I accidentally ate poisonous mushrooms, I can't remember who you are."