Little Mushroom

Chapter 80: When you walk gently into that good night

The sound of the engine roared, and the PL1109 slowly took off.

Along with it was the entire fighter formation, which formed the base's air combat force.

On the vast plains, monsters poured into the base like tides.

Looking through the porthole, Lu Yan looked northwest of the base.

Among the howls of monsters, the nearest one was not outside, it was inside the base, where the military base was located.

They demanded the abolition of the trial court's power to be robbed, and transferred suspected mutants to military camps. Colin the host of the anti-trial movement, in order to highlight the correctness and nobility of this move, volunteered with several other core members to become their Observer and caretaker.

So when the distortion came, it was the first place where the monster broke out. Too far to see, it must be the scene of flesh and blood splashing.

But no one cares about it. The mutants made of humans are just the weakest of monsters.

A slimy monster, a horrible octopus. It is as tall as a twin tower. The tentacles are entangled in the twin tower's building. In the tower, the lights are extinguished madly, the tentacles pierce the glass, sharp teeth swallow humans, scream The sound came into one. Can be heard even in the air.

"Fried?"

"Fried."

Large-equivalent uranium bombs were tossed down. In the mushroom cloud, the monster's body shattered into countless segments. The twin bridges collapsed and fell to the ground. The two towers slowly tilted, collided, and collapsed.

The crazy attack and resistance lasted for an hour.

Then they couldn't bomber any more.

Except for the location of the artificial magnetic pole, the rest of the base has been occupied by monsters and then razed to the ground.

The monster's target is only living people.

At this point they were all aimed at the entrance to the center of the magnetic field, which was the last wartime camp of human beings. In order to protect the magnetic poles, the protection there was the highest specification, copper walls and iron walls.

So those huge, ugly, indescribable species, densely packed with the center of the magnetic field, they hit and entered.

The air formations could not drop another shell, because the light artillery they were equipped with had been used up, and at this moment only a few heavy thermonuclear weapons remained.

If they were to kill huge monsters around the center of the magnetic field, the aftermath of the thermonuclear weapon would flatten the entire artificial magnetic pole. Even if the control range did not harm the magnetic pole, the huge destructive force of the thermonuclear weapon would directly destroy the base's power supply system , Accelerate the death of people in the center of the magnetic field.

At this time, all land fighters died.

The condition inside the magnetic field center is unknown.

Except for the one thousand people temporarily transferred to the center of the magnetic field, no one survived on the base.

The air formations were helpless.

One of the things that is even more chilling is that this is an era of distortion. Distortion means that the material has fundamentally changed. Perhaps in the next second, the plane will crash, the magnetic poles will be damaged, or there will be no contact infection. It happened to the thousand people in the center of the magnetic field, and the magnetic pole was broken from the inside.

More cruel than death was to witness the complete destruction of the city.

The aircraft formation hovered silently, like a ghost floating out after the entire base died.

The communication rang.

News from the temporary command of the Magnetic Field Center.

"Here is the center of the magnetic field, and the military is guarding the entrance. The firepower is consumed by half, and the expected defense time is three hours without considering other accidents."

"Although I don't know why the base will be the target of monster attacks, the current situation is not what we can handle, nor can it be handled by air formations."

"But we asked the air formations to immediately end the combat mission, immediately leave the base and find a safe place to land."

"Although I don't know how long you can survive, please live."

"Please leave the formation immediately."

The aircraft formation hovered for a long time.

"Repeat it, order, and ask the air formations to leave the base immediately."

"The base wishes you all."

Abyss, Highland Institute.

When the magnetic field fails, the image on the screen changes.

All the chaos disappeared, leaving only noise evenly distributed on the screen. It can't be said that it is regular or irregular, because it is too chaotic but shows an indescribable neatness.

Polly stared at the screen like that, he was just staring at the screen-An Zhe felt that he was looking through the screen to a huge indescribable object.

He remembered what Tang Lan had said to Polly an hour ago. At that time Tang Lan asked Mr. if you already understood something, but you did not want to tell us, because the truth may not be able to face us.

At this moment, facing the eyes of Polly, the same thought was rising in his mind.

"Do you understand anything?" He asked.

In the silence, Polly said, "Maybe it's not exact, but it's a string."

"string?"

"Atoms, electrons, photons, and matter are composed of elementary particles. What are the elementary particles made of? Strings. Strings are an energy line in a two-dimensional space. When they start to vibrate with a specific frequency, it is like jogging into lines , The line moves into a surface, and the string becomes a particle in our time and space. "

"The Simpson Cage is a masterpiece in the field of high-energy physics. It was originally used to verify that the string theory is correct. Now it may indeed be true."

An Zhe whispered, "I don't understand."

"It doesn't matter, you already know the fluctuation and frequency." Polly said, "When you pick up a violin, pluck different strings, the strings vibrate because of the pluck, and different vibrations make different sounds. We We call these energy units throughout the universe strings, and the various frequencies of string vibrations produce different particles that make up our world. "

"Our world was stable before because our strings have been playing a constant piece of music. So electrons are electrons, atoms are atoms, and physical formulas have always been those formulas. And now—"

An Zhe opened her eyes slightly, and with this parable he understood what Polly wanted to say.

"The most horrible thing is not that this theory is correct. It is ... Now it is time to change the music." Polly said, "The strings of the universe will be played in another way. Or, The frequency of the universe is originally chaotic. Human beings were born only in a short period of stability. When the era of stability ends, everything will return to chaos. "

The gray light slowly lit up in the sky.

It seemed that it was only three or four hours after the night, but Chen Xi began to rise.

"Every rule is collapsing, and the material is distorted from its fundamental nature. You, me, the earth, the sun, the galaxy. The rotation is accelerating." Polly said.

An Zhe said, "What will happen in the end?"

"I don't know." Polly slowly shook his head: "Biological and non-living creatures will be mixed together, all tangible things are changing, time and space are all bent, everything will become another look we can't understand, Only one thing is certain. "

An Zhe waited for his answer.

"We will all die." The voice dropped.

An Zhe coughed violently again. He seemed to cough out all the blood in his body. The body was weaker than the material distortion. He hugged his knees on a chair near the fireplace. He was still alive. He It seems destined to witness human extinction at the end of life.

Tang Lan went out. The research institutes are all half-human and half-monster alien species. Some of them have powerful fighting power, while others are just ordinary animals and plants, even slower and awkward than human bodies.

Each branch of the huge vine that surrounds the entire institute has been erected, and the branches and leaves are erected like cold hairs, an aggressive posture.

The creeping dark shadow climbed up from the abyss, like a black tide flooded up, and only crawling monsters were slower, while flying monsters had circled to the top of the mountain and dived down. Why did they gather to attack human bases after the magnetic poles were defeated by the waves? Is there anything special about this timing? Or is it just because the human body is weak and easy to prey on?

Should not be.

Polly murmured: "What do they want from this?"

In the intercom on the side, there were rumbling winds and Tang Lan's voice: "Half of the abyss monsters are going out, and half of the abyss monsters are coming here. The flying monster comes first."

"We can't stand it, sir, what should we do?"

The Highlands studied all of their own small arms reserves, a cannon sounded, and a bird fell in the center of Simpson's cage.

The light from Simpson's cage was too bright, and Anzhe could see this scene clearly-the tip of its wings first came into contact with the crimson laser and flame, and instantly turned into glittering powder, which raised its neck. It seemed to want to scream, but the body fell quickly due to gravity and fell into the sea of fire.

-Then, its body was completely shattered at that instant, and the glittering dust was permeating in the Simpson cage, like a spring sandstorm, like a firewood burning in the fireplace is a popping Mars.

Then Mars went out and disappeared without a trace.

A life just disappears from form to soul.

Anzeus flinched, and he took a few hard breaths. This may not be a clear-cut way of death, but it is better now that he is bit late by time.

Polly lifted him up and fed him a sip of glucose water, but the warm liquid flowing in his esophagus was tortured like a knife.

He leaned on Polly.

"The Simpson cage is a strong field and a stream of high-energy particles. It has too much energy."

Ann nodded and looked at the death of the bird before he understood why Polly strictly forbid the people of the institute from approaching the Simpson cage.

"I think ..." Polly said, "Can you bring the monsters into the Simpson cage?"

He said this and did the same. The people in the institute were equipped with more than a dozen simple communicators to communicate with each other. The aliens headed by Tang Lan temporarily blocked the outside monsters from a hundred meters away. Polly directed those The incompetent people moved inside the white building, behind the Simpson cage.

The monsters are targeting the people in the institute, and their offensive targets have apparently shifted here.

At this time, Polly informed Tang Lan to let out a gap, an indescribable monster with star-shaped tentacles, but could dive straight down. But the flames of Simpson's cage covered the door of Bailou. If he wanted to rush towards Bailou, he had to go straight through it.

It did not hesitate to choose an angle that was least affected by the sea of fire, gliding down.

On the screen, several clear curves suddenly appeared.

They are intertwined with each other, as clear as the long ripples left by the flippers on the water when ducks swim on the lake.

Polly stared at the curves.

When the monster's body disappears, the curve also disappears, and it becomes an irregular snow-white noise again.

"In the past, when there were monsters or alien species burned by the Simpson cage, the curve was very chaotic at that time. It seems that it is also due to the influence of the magnetic field." He said, "So these curves represent the frequency of the monster itself. If There are different monsters coming in— "

The voice didn't fall, and a dull noise, the person who shot the monster with a gun on the ground hit a smaller monster, and it also fell into the range of the Simpson cage.

The same glittering dust rose. On the big screen, several lines that were distinct from the birds but still clearly visible appeared.

Polly's breathing was quick.

"In the world of elementary particles, every living thing has its own frequency, and every substance-every element has its own frequency." He said: "They are independent of each other in stable fluctuations and in chaotic fluctuations. Infected each other. "

He looked at the beating curve and calculated parameters on the screen. The expression on his face can be described with madness: "The frequency captured by the Simpson cage can be reproduced with a magnetic field generator. At the beginning, we simulated the geomagnetism exactly like this. .If we send the captured monster frequency, creatures within the artificial magnetic field will be infected by this frequency. "

He yelled, "At the last minute, God finally showed me the tip of the truth. Should I thank him?"

He seemed to be inspired by something divine or ephemeral.

"Properties, is the taxonomy of the species itself a string of numbers that can be expressed with parameters? Can we also generalize in words in a high-dimensional or low-dimensional world?"

"We studied the fluctuations of geomagnetism, so we got the frequency that represents protection and confrontation. We have been able to survive for more than a century in this era. In fact, we have already come into contact with some of the truth."

He wrote and painted on paper over and over. An Zhejing stared at Polly's back, even at the moment of death, it was so important to humans. To him, it doesn't make much sense. Human beings use various complex theories to represent this world, but in his eyes, the world is the world. There are not so many things that can be parsed and explained, but just a complex appearance.

Polly was still talking.

"When I was a fusion, I studied genetic changes and the consciousness of consciousness. It felt like when God created man, each species, or each individual, was given a numerical value at random-completely random, no one Know what your value is. For example, my value is 2, and the value of a vine is 3. When I am scratched by a vine's thorn, and there is a spatial overlap with it, its value is higher than mine-I can occupy it My consciousness. It turns out that that intuition is right. One kind of wave covers another kind of wave. There are strong and weak waves between each other. There are the strongest waves in the world that can cover everything. There are also weak waves that are always covered. "

He looked out at the monsters coming in, and his gray-blue eyes showed an almost neurotic look. Anzhe knew that this represented his scientist's brain is spinning at a crazy speed, and he processed and received too much information. , So that we can only clarify ideas by quick dictation. Just listen to Polly murmur: "What do they want? Get the most powerful frequency? Or sense that the magnetic field generator can emit a specific wave?"

"Or, or ..." His eyes widened. "So, is there an absolutely stable frequency?"

He jerked a piece of paper close at hand: "Gibran once told me that the North Base found a sample that was absolutely inert--"

He picked up the communication equipment.

An Zhe watched this scene quietly.

He didn't understand much of what Polly said.

But he understood a bit more.

How did he have his consciousness a long time ago? He couldn't remember, it must have been a coincidence mutation, in this grand fluctuation, a slight ripple.

So there was him.

The fate of humankind is also a piece of music that is in flux.

Later he met Anze.

With a cough, he stood up from his chair. If he didn't pay attention, the pain in his body would not be worth mentioning.

Polly heard his voice rising, and even at the moment when Cai Fang was so excited, he still said to him in a gentle tone: "Don't get up, don't need help here, take a good rest."

But then he was fully absorbed in his research and discovery.

An Zhe took a piece of paper, wrote a few words on it with a pen, folded it, handed it to Rum, and walked towards the door. Rum opened his mouth, but he made a squeaked gesture gently .

Standing outside the door, across the translucent glass door, Anzhe looked at Polly inside with tenderness and sadness.

With a click, he locked the door from the outside.

The sound awakened Polly, immersed in research, and he looked up.

An Zhe turned and walked down the stairs. His steps were slightly unstable, and his internal organs were burned by flames.

Eventually, he passed the people on the first floor of the white building, walked down the steps in front of them, and came to the scorching flames of Simpson's cage.

He should not be here.

He is a member of the abyss, and it is his kind who is launching an attack on humans.

The situation is now reversed.

Am I happy or miserable by joining the human community?

The flames of fire rolled up, burning his face, he bowed his waist and coughed up a few more blood.

It takes time for a mushroom to wither, and the melting of mycelium is a slow process. He closed his eyes countless times and felt that he would not open again in the next second, but it still opened.

What kept him up to this time? Probability? Polly said that probability is destiny.

Well, let him come here as a fate!

The vine of the Institute of Protection fell to the ground with a bang. Tang Lan's wings shed blood, stumbled into the air, and fought against the giant eagle that dived downward. The sharp beak penetrated his shoulder, and a blood spilled. come out. He didn't even groan, one hand held the blood-stained wound in one hand, and the other hand turned into a chilling claw and pierced the giant eagle's eyes.

Blood dripped on the ground.

Do humans regret having different happiness and suffering from other living things?

An Zhe smiled, took another step towards Simpson's cage, and licked his face with his tongue, as hot as a hot summer.

Bai Lou heard the sound of tapping the glass, and he didn't look back.

Burning with the Simpsons cage is the setting sun, the huge sun sinks, the magnificent golden-red luster shines on the half of the horizon, the battle of the institute continues, howling, blasting, blood, morning light, fire light mixed together.

The uncle Shu who had cooked potato soup for him was picked up by the monster and dropped, and his body hit the ground heavily, his eyes were frozen, and blood was flowing from his eyes.

On the ground covered with blood, death was everywhere.

Everything in the world became slow motion in his eyes, and Anzhe went one step further.

"Don't ..." Uncle Shu's hoarse voice made a syllable, and he coughed heartily: "Don't commit suicide ..."

The instinct of a creature is to live, the instinct of a species is to continue. Humans have never walked gently into that good night.

Facing Simpson's cage, An Zhe finally felt the kind of panic from death. He looked at Shu Shu and asked softly—as if he was asking himself: "But can you survive?"

Shu Shu's consciousness is no longer sober, he slowly shook his head, and then looked at the distant sky.

His eyes suddenly stopped, and after two seconds of silence, he suddenly wheezed a few times, showing an excited expression.

A low-pitched buzzing sound different from the howl of a monster sounded in the sky, An Zhe suddenly looked up.

In the distance, on the horizon of Jin Cancan, a group of neatly arranged black shadows flew to this side smoothly, and the long tail feathers dragged in the clouds at the end.

"Fly ... plane." An Zhe heard Uncle Shu.

He knew it was a plane. Looking up at the familiar shape, An Zhe suddenly felt a sincere joy.

The call for help sent to the northern base was not ignored. Polly told Tang Lan that when the institute ceased to exist on the day, they asked them to help the base regardless of their previous suspicions. But now, it is the base that has come to help the institute regardless of the suspects.

-At the moment when everything is destined to end.

Polly is right. His race is despicable and noble. You can speculate on human behavior with the greatest malicious intent, and also believe in human kindness and tolerance.

But what happens to the base when the artificial magnetic poles have failed?

What happens to Lu Yan? Or does the base no longer exist? Where will he be? He knew that Lu Yan would give everything for the base until the day when the base no longer needed him.

A line of tears slipped from An Zhe's eyes. His love and hate seemed to be worthless in this grand doomsday. Lu Yan had the mission of Lu Yan and he had his fate.

He took another step.

Bang.

The miniature nuclear bomb was released from the ejection hole of PL1109, and a loud noise blocked the upward path of the monster below. Peak-Such a peak is destined to become the target of public criticism, but it is also destined to be easy to defend and difficult to attack.

"The hatch is open." A cold, quiet voice sounded.

"Glider is ready."

"A little malfunction, wait a minute," said the flight technician.

The fighter plane was diving, and the door creaked mechanically.

Lu Yan took the gliding wing from the soldier.

"Are you going down?" Hubbard said.

Lu Yan: "Yes."

"When assisting the dungeon, it was for the benefit of humanity." Hubbard looked at him. "Now? Will the trial court help the alien?"

Lu Yan just watched the mercenary captain also take over a gliding wing and start debugging, he said lightly: "Why are you?"

"I don't know," Hubbard whispered. "I always feel that I will regret not coming."

A click.

The cabin door popped open.

"My God." The flight technician stepped back. "Is it on fire? What is it?"

The gale came in from outside, and Lu Yan stood looking down at the cabin hatch.

Suddenly he froze.

Before the sea of flames, Anzhe looked up, and he looked at the visitors from the northern base.

At that moment, it seemed like time was still.

He saw him, and he saw him.

An Zhe shivered violently, and he straightly met Lu Yan's eyes.

Parting is a long-cherished plan, but meeting is so unexpected.

But he did not expect to see Lu Yan here, he knew that Lu Yan did not expect to see him here.

The blast of air from the fighter plane scratched his horns, like a subconscious gesture, and he slowly extended his hand into the air.

Those long green eyes stared at him like that. A judge with a mission to kill aliens came to aid the fusion base, with a monster standing in the center of the Institute of Humanity.

It was ridiculous from beginning to end, but the glorious sunlight poured down, and they suddenly became bright in each other's eyes.

Yes, Lu Yan is such a person.

An bent her eyes and smiled at the landing. In the limited memory, he never showed such an expression to Lu Yan.

It was so far away, but he saw a smile slowly in those green eyes-there seemed to be infinite tenderness.

With a gunshot, Hubbard fired a shot at the monster in the air. The fighter jet threw uranium bombs around the institute. The artillery fire was sky-high. The explosion sound was mixed with the fighting and howling sounds into a grand sound, which was imported into the universe Symphony in the depths.

And monsters from the abyss kept coming.

A sandstorm is coming when the magnetic field disappears.

The last piece of human territory is falling.

Humans-about to become extinct.

They stared at each other for a long time, like the deepest hatred erected between each other, and like a moment of relief.

This day, they will be together again, again, freely-

freely--

An Zhe slowly closed her eyes and leaned forward.

Like a fallen leaf withered in late autumn.

In the raging fire of Simpson's cage, as the rising sun slowly rises, and the human sunset slowly falls, his body turns into flying light and dust, dissolves, floats, and ends.

In the laboratory, on the screen full of noise, those erratic irregular points suddenly gathered, rotated, and the analysis program started. Three seconds later, several slowly intertwined frequency curves appeared on the screen.

Like destiny.

Looking at the parameters jumping on the screen, Polly Joan transferred the communication channel to the emergency channel connecting the North Base and the Dungeon Base. I wonder if they could hear it, and his voice suppressed the trembling in calmness.

"This is the Highland Institute."

"Please adjust the frequency of the artificial magnetic pole emission."

"A1 channel, 2, 5, 2.7."

"A2 channel, 9.13, 5, 3, 1."

"D3 channel, 4, 0, 7."

"Runge wave, level 6."

"Adams feature, box 3."

"Configuration is complete, please start."

"Repeat it."

"A1 channel, 2, 5, 2.7."

"A2 channel, 9.13, 5, 3, 1."

"Channel D3 ..."