On the communication channel, Polly Jean's voice sounded.

"The stable frequency has covered the whole world." He said: "Please don't worry about material distortion."

"The underground city base has received it," the underground city base operator's voice suppressed excitement, "although I don't know what you did - thank God, thank you."

The news keeps coming.

"The northern base is still on defense." It seemed that someone else had taken Dr. Ji's communication port, a young voice said.

Then there was news from the dungeon base.

"The transport aircraft formation has landed."

"Please mark the location of the survivors of the northern base."

"Start breaking out."

——They still picked up the full moon in the water.

The sun was gradually rising, and in the howling cold wind, the winter sunlight was dazzling without any warmth. On the test tube rack, the glass was shining. The sound of heartbeats seemed to be ringing in the silent air.

Aboriginals, latecomers, aliens, officers - they just stood in front of the communication channel, waiting for news of the rescue in the underground city base, waiting for the situation in the northern base, even the vine that had been guarding the research institute came out of the window.

Stretch out a branch.

They also whispered occasionally.

"How many of us died?"

"Uncle Shu is dead, and his body is downstairs."

"Where's Tang Lan?"

"——I didn't see it."

The breakout and counterattack began. No one on the communication channel reported the situation, and everyone waited with bated breath.

In this tense silence, Polly Jean stood up from the computer.

His steps were a little staggered due to age or emotion. With a creak, he opened the door. The first thing he stared at was the extinguished Simpson Cage - the outside was full of blood and corpses, but the area around the Simpson Cage was clean.

Immediately, he turned his gaze forward.

Outside the laboratory door, the black figure who had been leaning against the wall slowly raised his head.

——Those are a pair of eyes that seem to be empty, with tens of thousands of years of ice covering the green ocean.

Just by meeting each other, they knew each other's identities.

Polly Jean's gray-blue eyes were full of sadness.

"Child." He said softly.

Lu Feng didn't answer him. He looked down at the white paper that Polly Joan had been holding in his hand.

Polly's fingers trembled slightly, and he handed the paper forward. On it were a few lines of hastily written handwriting. An Zhe's handwriting could not be said to be beautiful, it was simple in strokes and strokes, and as clear as a spring lake.

"Polly, thank you for taking care of me. I am the inert sample in the northern base. My frequency may be helpful to you. If it still doesn't, I'm sorry.

Also: Please remember our agreement."

"Is he really that inert specimen?" asked Polly Jean.

"The sample is part of him." Lu Feng took the snow-white note with his fingers, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "What did you agree on?"

"If one day, the judge from the northern base comes here," Polly said, "...just tell An Zhe to go away freely."

Blood appeared in Lu Feng's eyes.

There were heavy footsteps behind him. It was an Indian man with dark skin.

——Rum held An Zhe's backpack in his hand and silently handed it to Lu Feng.

There are some things neatly stacked in the backpack.

A copy of "Base Monthly", a silver cross star badge, and a black gun.

Lu Feng's fingers grasped the edge of the backpack. He lowered his head and stared at the contents inside, unable to see clearly.

"He was picked up from the abyss by our people... He is a good boy and lives a good life here." Looking at him, Polly said softly: "I know the base cannot accommodate him. Did you always know that he was here?

"

Lu Feng's eyes finally moved from the backpack to Polly Joan.

"I don't know." He said.

Polly Jean's eyes trembled and she closed her eyes in pain.

"I'm sorry." He said.

An unexpected reunion is the last farewell. It turns out there is such cold torture in the world.

The cold wind blew through the mountain tops.

After a long silence, Lu Feng asked: "Where is he?"

"The Simpson cage is a high-power field and collider. Any matter entering it will be bombarded by high-energy particle flow and disintegrated into fragments." Polly said hoarsely: "I think you saw it."

There was a sound of the backpack falling to the ground, and the barrel of the gun touched Polly's temple.

Lu Feng looked at Polly with cold eyes.

"Where is he?" He repeated the question word for word. All his emotions exploded at that moment. There was a vague madness in his cold eyes. He was like a prisoner who had been sentenced to death, but had to confirm the sentence over and over again.

.

A sad smile appeared on Polly Jean's lips, and his loving eyes looked out the window at the infinite sky. He knew that all the person in front of him needed was a white lie, even though they both knew everything.

"His frequency is sent to the whole world, and he will save everything in the distortion." Polly Joan said: "He is by your side, he is everywhere."

Lu Feng just looked at him like that, and they were in a stalemate like this, until there was a bang, Lu Feng's fingers trembled and he let go, and he fell to the ground, hitting the iron railing of the corridor with a "bang", causing a long and continuous metal buzz.

"Sorry." Lu Feng's voice was hoarse: "I..."

He closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and said no more.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Polly looked at him with loving eyes and said, "You can shoot me and vent your emotions at will, kid."

"Thank you," Lu Feng said hoarsely, "If he was still here, I would."

These were the calmest and most desperate words Polly Jean had ever heard.

They stood side by side in the corridor in the depth of winter, until the blood-like sunset covered the mountains and abyss, and even in the laboratory, the sound of the communication channel was turned up. Excited shouts rang out among the sound of electricity.

“The tide is out—the tide is out!”

"The beast tide is dispersing."

"The breakout was successful."

On the channel, cheers of victory rang out. The few words celebrating the victory were mixed with sporadic information, such as the death of more than 600 airborne troops in the underground city base, the real number of survivors in the northern base, and the number of people.

Urgently asking why the aberrations no longer occur, what exactly did the Highland Institute discover?

Sorrow and joy slowly overlap like this, despair and hope coexist. Everything is lucky, everything has a price. The sacrifice of countless people, the sacrifice of one person.

A line of tears slowly flowed from the corners of Polly Jean's eyes.

Suddenly, a white ball floated down from Lu Feng's shoulders, fell on Polly's clothes in the wind, and stretched out soft hyphae to touch him.

"What is this?" Polly asked, picking it up.

"Inert sample." Lu Feng said: "His most important thing."

Polly Joan naturally knew who Lu Feng was referring to. There was only one "he" between the two of them.

He stared at the group of hyphae, and then reached out to touch it. The hyphae gently wrapped around his fingers. Polly asked softly: "Why did it come close to me?"

Lu Feng said: "I don't know."

"This is an asexual spore, the propagule of a fungus," Polly Jean's eyes were slightly stunned. "He never told us the identity of his species, so he is -"

Looking at the spore, Lu Feng whispered: "He is a mushroom."

His voice was hoarse, but seemed to have endless pity and tenderness: "He is just... a little mushroom."
Chapter completed!