It has been three years since the final battle.

On that day, the eastern magnetic pole and the western magnetic pole together emitted an absolutely stable frequency. Since then, monsters no longer insist on attacking human bases, matter no longer pollutes each other, and humans have found constancy in distortion. Later, that frequency was called the "clock"

Voice".

The Highland Institute and Mr. Polly Jean who discovered the "bell" have been forever recorded as milestones in human history.

Highland Institute, White House.

Green vines climbed all over the windows and railings. The mutated vine that had been guarding the institute died naturally a year ago. Its seeds spread all over the soil of the institute and sprouted branches this spring. The distant mountains were covered with a layer of

Snow-white mist, the mist is lush green. Everything is normal, everything is calm, like one day in the spring of 2020.

In the corridor outside the laboratory, there is a wheelchair.

Polly Jean sat on it, and the ancient wind passed through the abyss, climbed to the top of the mountain, and finally blew his white hair.

Beside him, Lu Feng stood.

"In 2020, I was 15 years old and studying in the Department of Physics at the university." An old voice sounded: "Later, I often dreamed that I returned to that year, standing on the podium, standing in the tutor's office, and standing on the sports field.

Central Committee. I loudly told them that the geomagnetic field is about to disappear and we must take precautions in advance."

He paused, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Sometimes they believe it, sometimes they don't, but every morning when I open my eyes, what I see is still this terrible world."

"Fortunately, the world is still as bad now, or even worse, but at least we don't have to count the days waiting for extinction."

Polly Jean lowered his head. He was holding a copy of the "Al-Qaeda Daily" in his hand. On the cover was the date and time, April 2164.

One hundred and thirty-four years after the disaster, human beings seem to have finally integrated into this world of fighting each other.

Many people will mention the last war. The northern base chose to rescue the Highland Institute. Otherwise, the Highland Institute would not be able to persist until the moment when a stable frequency was analyzed. The underground city base chose to aid the eastern magnetic pole. Otherwise, the magnetic pole would collapse and there would be no way.

Emit frequency. Both of these decisions were made based on the kindness of human beings' hearts, and they won the victory in a narrow and narrow way.

However, there was only one fighter formation to rescue the Highland Research Institute, and only a thousand airborne troops to rescue the northern base. Humanity's last struggle towards destruction was not a magnificent war, but a low cry. Its survival and evolution

, destruction, in the changes of the world, although it thinks it is very important, it proves its powerlessness and insignificance time and time again.

Yes, the human race has in fact perished.

After being infected by the "absolutely stable frequency", they finally gained long-lasting and stable immunity. Sometimes, with a certain probability, they can even obtain the monster's genes and obtain those powerful physical signs and shapes, while their will is still awake. This may be the Fusion Faction

victory - although the theories and methods used were not those of the fusionists.

After peacefully merging with monster genes, humans' own strength has been enhanced and they no longer rely so much on a limited number of weapons and equipment. They began to use monsters' methods to fight against monsters, using simple methods to attack and defend. Some humans chose to leave the base and return

Abandon the city, or form a small settlement in the wild.

In short, the city disintegrated.

There are less than five thousand survivors in the world. They can no longer organize a grand social structure or an army - such a thing. Centered on the Eastern Magnetic Pole, the Western Magnetic Pole, and the Highland Institute, small settlements radiate outward in a star shape.

.

However, external monsters in need of food are still eyeing them. They no longer covet human genes. In other words, most of the monsters living to this day have acquired human genes. From another perspective, under the frequency that covers the world, human beings

Having gained stability, the monsters have also gained stability. Human beings' intellectual superiority has long since ended. This is an undeniable fact.

The bell rang, humans survived, and the era of humans came to an end. They seemed to have begun to live in this world with difficulty as an ordinary species.

"Some people say it's a fall, but I think it's an ascent," Polly said, looking ahead, "We are just retracing the journey our ancestors took with new achievements and knowledge."

In the open space in front of the white building, young scientists in white coats shuttled between instruments.

Suddenly, there was a burst of excited noise, and a young man in the middle raised a beaker filled with water. The situation was obvious: by sampling and reproducing the frequency of matter, they successfully infected other matter with the frequency of distilled water.

, turning the dark turbid water in the beaker into a glass of clear pure water.

——Many things are being redefined, and new theoretical systems are beginning to take shape. I don’t know if it is correct, but it is indeed moving forward slowly.

"I still don't understand what these frequencies are. Does it represent the fundamental composition of a substance, or is it just a noun that refers to the properties of a substance." Polly Jean's voice was hoarse due to old age, "Get the frequency of a specific substance, and then

Being able to change the real world is an accidental achievement that exceeds expectations.”

"We are still small. We have only used crude means to obtain a superficial projection of the real world, but it is only a projection, which is enough to temporarily protect human beings."

Facing the boundless wilderness, he murmured to himself: "In a hundred or a thousand years, will we know more?"

Lu Feng pushed his wheelchair next to the waterfall-like ivy. In this spring when all things revived, the strange-shaped vines bloomed with fine white flowers. These flowers had different shapes and dark and light colors, but they existed in the same place at the same time.

On the root vine.

"Am I too optimistic?" Polly smiled: "Whether there will still be human beings in a hundred years is a difficult problem."

Survival is still dangerous and dark clouds still surround us. There is still no effective solution to the problems of fertility and reproduction.

The "United Daily News" in Polly Jean's hand, which was already edgy from frequent flipping, stopped on the third page. This page reported two things.

The first report was that a scientist who accidentally merged with birds gave birth to an egg in the form of a bird, and the hatched baby suddenly turned into a human form when it was one year old. The second report

It was reported that a fertile woman from the underground city base claimed that when her life came to an end, she would be willing to enter the Simpson cage and donate her frequency for research.

"My life is coming to an end." He closed the "Daily" and said.

"Some people finally survived. Over the years, I have been asking myself whether I have redeemed my sins." He said, "But I still can't face everything I did back then. I can only wait for death.

Let God judge what is right and what is wrong.”

Lu Feng said: "Is this why you left the base?"

"Yes, after all, I can't face my heart and agree with the Tribunal's beliefs." He looked at Lu Feng, "I can't compare to you."

"I haven't done anything." Lu Feng said.

Polly shook his head.

The mighty spring breeze blew over the mountain tops, and the light fragrance of vine flowers spread in the wind.

"You have faced everything that I could not face back then, and you persisted for the longest time." He raised his head and held Lu Feng's hand. "Human interests are above all else. Thank you for allowing the base and the artificial magnetic pole to persist until the end."

, this is the ultimate reason for mankind’s victory.”

Lu Feng said: "Thank you."

"I heard that they started compiling the "Chronicles of the Base". How will people judge the Inquisition a hundred years later?" Polly looked at the white sky in the east, the place where the dawn rose, and his eyes contained a kind of

Distant tranquility: "Some will criticize it, some will praise it. The only thing that is certain is that everyone will remember it."

He continued: "I will remember you even more, son."

Lu Feng's gaze rested on a snow-white velvet-like petal.

The sunlight turns it into translucent golden crystal.

"No need." His eyes were slightly closed and his voice was calm, as if everything Polly Jean just said had nothing to do with him.

The light also illuminated the dark silver buttons and trim on his black uniform. His tall and straight figure, rigorous attire, perfect facial features, unusual eye color, and cold and indifferent expression all left an impression on passers-by.

He left an indelible impression, the new vines entwining the corridor in the morning light. He just stood in the surging spring scenery, but he was incompatible with it all.

In the courtyard and corridor, many people would quietly turn their heads to look at him. The last generation of judge, he has too much unresolved hatred and unsolved mysteries. There are different opinions in the northern base. Some people say that he died of assassination, others say that he

He shot himself to death. Only the people at the institute knew that the judge would stay here forever - but no one knew why.

"Look at me, kid," Polly said softly.

Lu Feng looked at him.

Although those gray-blue eyes are cloudy, they are still bright. They are too clear and penetrating for wisdom, kindness and sorrow, as if they can see through all appearances in the world.

"Sometimes I think you are relieved, but sometimes you are not," said Polly: "Three years have passed and everything is developing for the better. Can't you still face the past?"

"No."

——The answer is unexpected.

Lu Feng looked directly at him, his tone was calm and without hesitation: "I am not guilty."

"No judge would say such a thing."

"Human interests are above all else." Lu Feng turned slightly sideways, a backlit silhouette in the endless morning light, "I have never wavered in my faith."

"But you live in pain."

"I once suffered from the trial," Lu Feng said, "Now, losing him is my only pain."

"I have never seen such a gentle and calm child." Polly closed his eyes and seemed to be lost in the past. "He came to the world from an unknown place, as if to suffer. But the suffering in the world will not damage any of his essence.

I don't have much time left, I just want to see him alive again."

In a long silence, they looked towards the laboratory behind them.

Separated by a wall, young assistants are busy recording data. They are busier than usual, as if today is a special day. Looking in from the window, there is a transparent square cabinet lying across the snow-white ground, like a crystal coffin.

.The crystal coffin contains a light green nutrient liquid - in the nutrient liquid, snow-white mycelium grows and spreads freely, intertwining with each other, forming a snow-white cocoon, vaguely resembling the shape of a human body.

It grew very quickly, from a spore as big as a date stone to a long and soft mycelium aggregate. Just like the young bird that suddenly turned into a human baby, one day, it took on the appearance of a human.

posture.

On countless nights, Lu Feng leaned over and looked at that familiar outline through the layers of hyphae.

"Is that him?" he asked Polly Jean.

"He is a mushroom that reproduces asexually. There is no difference between the body and the spores. I can only tell you that there is no difference in genes and the frequency is always the same. They are the same in a biological sense." Polly smiled slightly.

, said softly: "In your ancient legends, there is a story about a phoenix reborn in the fire. In fact, for those creatures with simple structures, this is indeed the case. Death is rebirth, and reproduction is the way to continue life."

"...Will he remember?"

"I don't know," Polly shook his head, "it depends on whether the soul or memory is also a given frequency. A mushroom knows what kind of nutrition it should absorb from the time it is born. Where does its memory come from? I tend to

For some unknown measure of the universe, they are the same creature. You don't have to worry about that."

Lu Feng moved his gaze to the distant sky, his eyes always cold and calm: "I hope he forgets everything."

"Why?"

"The human base and I have only brought him pain." He said: "I hope he will never feel this."

Polly shook his head: "How do you know what the world is like to him?"

Lu Feng's voice fell slightly: "So I accept all results."

Polly did not speak, and there was silence. Suddenly, there was the beeping sound of instruments, the shouts of experimenters, and the sound of objects falling to the ground. Those sounds came intermittently, allowing people outside to know what was happening inside.

matter.

The sun was rising, and the morning light shone on Polly Jean's old body. As if he had finally settled his last worry, he was relieved, turned his wheelchair, and faced the direction of the laboratory, his eyes becoming gentler.

Lu Feng did not look back.

"He's awake," said Polly Jean. "Why don't you look at him?"

In the laboratory, there were some chaotic sounds.

After a long time, Lu Feng spoke.

"You once asked me what I thought of him." His voice seemed to come from a far away place: "I have thought about it a lot."

There was another long silence, the golden sunlight spread across the mountains in the east, and a red sun jumped out of the sky.

In the wind, he closed his eyes. The sculptures of the waiting people, the portraits of the pilgrims, each looked like him, and each of them had this look on the night before the judgment came.

He said calmly: "He is the one who judges me."

There was a knock on the door and light footsteps stopped not far away.

On the top of the mountain, in the sunlight, mist, and breeze, there is a clear and soft voice.

"Lu Feng?"

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