Little Mushroom

Downstairs, I don't know where, a woman's scream came, maybe she saw the worm.

The beetle crawled slowly on the glass. It had a large palm, and there were some dense and small protrusions attached to the eight slender feet. These protrusions slid smoothly against the glass surface, and there was a small white point with a large needle tip in the center. Is its sucker. A long, soft brown tentacle was dragged behind its drip-like tail, leaving dark brown traces of water on the glass as it crawled-it seemed to want to come in.

The poet reached out and slid his finger across the gap between the two windows: "It's okay, it's dead, it can't get in."

"A generation is not as good as a generation." Boss Xiao said, "The longer the uglier."

"The fusion of genes," the poet looked at the glass. "The more fusions, the stranger the appearance, and the stronger the infection ability. I know a scientist who said that all human research in this century still cannot explain the infection. principle."

Mr. Xiao: "Hey."

——A senseless tone was issued on his mouth, but his body shrank toward the corner of the room, away from the window as far as possible, and said, "Can't you close the curtains?"

"I want to see this city again." The poet said, lowering half the curtains, the room was dimly covered, and his silhouette showed a strange sadness in the dimness: "This ... I don't know how long the city can exist . "

Anzhe looked out. In the early morning, the gray city was half immersed in the faint white mist. The sun rose and the fog was being grilled. At the end of the line of sight, some behemoths of mechanical structure were very high. There are a lot of strange devices. These devices ensure the safety of the base, but sometimes they can't, such as now.

At this moment, the poet turned to look at him: "You don't seem to be scared at all."

An Zhe pursed his lips. He didn't know how to answer.

The poet lowered the last half of the curtain and smiled at him: "You are really weird."

An Zhe: "Really?"

"You're too quiet, it seems like it doesn't matter what happens next moment," said the poet. "We rarely have people of your character in our time."

An Zhe smiled: "Maybe."

There is no difference between a mushroom and a person. He tried to make himself more human, and asked the poet, "What do we do now?"

The poet thought for three minutes and said, "Pray."

"Pray that the ultrasonic disperser is not completely damaged. Or pray that the bugs are just a group of bugs that have no brain and live by instinct."

"Then pray that our glass is strong enough not to be broken easily."

At the moment his voice fell, the sound of ping-pong-ping rang out from the window. It was the sound of countless bugs crashing on the glass.

Boss Xiao gloomily looked at the poet: "I pray you are a dumb."

The poet also panicked, opened a corner of the curtain, and quickly closed: "Don't watch."

"I see it." Boss Xiao said: "The insect wave is coming."

The next moment, his face suddenly changed: "Quick! Block the vents!"

The poet suddenly looked at the corner of the room: "There is a vent!"

The direction they looked at was just above the head of Anzhe, and the poet stabbed torn off his sleeves and handed Anzhe: "Clog first!"

An Zhe picked it up, and the vents were not too small. He put his sleeves together with the fingers of his right hand and stuffed them in: "Not enough."

The poet tore one more piece, and settled the original ball with one hand, and took it with the other.

There was a slight pain in the tip of his right index finger.

The folding motion was paused, his face was stuffed in as usual, the vents were firmly blocked, and he sat down on the bed again. Boss Xiao and the poet checked everywhere in the room for any other loopholes, and he raised Put your index finger in front of your eyes.

A tip-sized red dot.

The texture of the skin faintly changed into white mycelium, and while the other two were facing away from him, he yanked and broke those mycelium.

The new mycelium protruded from the fracture and reassembled into a human finger, a new finger without a wound.

An Zhe didn't know if it was useful or not. The ripped mycelium didn't seem to have any problems, but he had no other way.

"There are no other holes," said the poet, turning back.

An Zhe: "... Um."

However, the sound of insects hitting the glass was getting denser and louder, and the glass was rattling, as if to be broken in the next moment. The radio was ringing in the corridor, but it was just some nonsense "Please close the doors and windows, don't panic".

The poet sat down, his face pale: "Let the fate go."

"Hurry up and shut up." Boss Xiao's gaze was serious, and after yelling at the poet, he looked at Anzhe.

An Zhe is unknown. "What's wrong?"

"Quick," Boss Xiao said, "call your man."

An Zhe: "...?"

Zone 1, Dispersion Center.

The huge black ultrasonic disperser is indistinct and stands under the gray sky. The disc-shaped body makes it look like a huge flower blooming in the city.

The car was galloping on the road, the buildings kept retreating, and the shadow of the scatterer in front was rapidly zooming in.

"If the dispersal center is destroyed." Lu Yan's voice interrupted him: "Will other dispersers work normally?"

"It is possible to stop working." The researcher was silent for a moment before he said: "The operation of the disperser is too complicated. In order to ensure that the outer city is completely covered by ultrasonic waves, the intensity and band of all dispersers are uniformly and remotely dispatched by the dispersal center. If the center is damaged At this time, the emergency procedures were not started in time, and I am afraid there will be serious consequences. "

"However, this is only the worst result, and the probability is very small." He continued: "The No. 1 disperser owned by the Dispersion Center is the largest ultrasonic disperser in the entire outer city. The power is too strong and it will cause adverse effects on the human body. Therefore, there is no permanent resident in District 1, and there are not many personnel and garrisons to disperse the center. In the case of insufficient manpower, there may be other reasons for the temporary loss of contact, not necessarily— "

His voice stopped abruptly, his eyes pierced the window, and he looked straight ahead at the ultrasonic disperser.

More than a hundred years ago, in the spring of the peaceful years, when the flowers and leaves were growing, the gardener sprayed insect repellents on the plants to protect them from insect bites.

And at this moment, the ultrasonic disperser--the black flower with gray-and-white-yellow-striped protrusions and huge worms--was crawling across its surface.

No, not just worms.

His breath suddenly shook violently.

"No ..." he said, "Colonel, did you see that?"

Lu Yan slammed the steering wheel!

The car made an extremely sharp turn on the narrow road and turned around to go back in the original direction!

The rear armored vehicles first lighted in anger, but at the next moment, they all turned around and turned sharply-

At the end of the road, the black swarm exploded like fireworks, flying up and down, like a sudden shower. The arthropod-covered exoskeleton's body ping-pong banged on the glass, and the entire car moved forward like a stray bullet.

In the car, the sound of the communicator turned on to the maximum, and the operator trembled violently.

"Colonel, emergency communications in District 2, insect tide broke out in full, and asked for support."

"Emergency communication in Zone 3, a large number of insect monsters were found during the evacuation, and they asked for support."

"Emergency communication at the city defense station."

"City Office emergency communications."

"Emergency communications in Zone 8-"

"Take Zone 8," Lu said very quickly: "Can underground shelters safely receive emergency evacuation of the entire city?"

"Lord Colonel!" The voice of the opposite voice was faster: "Small mosquito swarms entered through the ventilation system. More than ten infected people appeared on our side, and they asked the court for support!"

Three seconds of silence.

Lu Yandao: "The infected were killed, and the rest took refuge and waited for support."

Communication hangs up.

"Colonel." Then a young voice sounded: "The courtroom has assembled, and there are no casualties."

"Decentralized support for each area. Area 8 is preferred."

"Yes."

Communication hangs up.

"Colonel." In the car, the researcher made a calm voice, "Let's go back to the main city."

Lu Yan's voice was faint: "Main city?"

"The main city has an independent defense and dispersal system to ensure absolute security."

The speed slowly slowed down, and the road ahead was a fork of the road.

Lu Yandao: "Where is the outer city?"

"The whole city outside the base is exposed. Insect monsters have the advantage of body shape. They are pervasive. The risk of insect tide is higher than that of the rodent tide that the southeast base occupied." In this case, no one can save you. "

The sufficient arguments led the researcher to find reason and sedation. He even smiled and said, "It doesn't make sense to go anywhere now, you can't reduce any casualties. You know I'm right, you can't protect anything else, but you can protect us Yourself. "

The communicator sounded again. The previous situation was urgent. Lu Yi set the emergency mode, so after three seconds, the communication was automatically answered.

It was not the voice of the operator.

"Colonel." A voice of Qing Lingling sounded, slower than Lu Yan's habit, and there was a soft light between the words: "Your things are still with me."

Lu Yan: "Where are you?"

"Beside the city defense," An Zhe said, "... a lot of bugs are hitting the glass."

His tail trembled, as if afraid.

Lu Yan made a half-turn on the steering wheel and drove up one of the bifurcation roads. The researcher looked at the abandoned road, his eyes widened, his body almost bounced from his seat, and he was fastened by a seat belt. —— "

Lu Yan didn't seem to hear him at all, and only said to the communicator, "Wait."