The summer of the abyss has arrived.

Looking down from the Highland Research Institute, the overwhelming dark green undulates like a vast ocean connected to the light blue sky. On the distant mountains, a group of black winged monsters are circling and emitting a long scream.

The chirping and the wind reached the top of the mountain. On the corridor, the branches, leaves and flowers of the vines swayed, and the snow-white petals scattered on An Zhe. He raised his hand to catch one, held it in his left hand, and fiddled with it with the other hand.

The end of the vine.

Lu Feng stretched out his hand to remove the petals from his collar and hair. He felt the man's movements, turned around, pulled the vine over and placed it in front of Lu Feng: "Look."

——He just discovered a new snow-white bud on this vine.

Of course, whether there were new buds on the vine, whether they were big or small, black or white, would not arouse Colonel Lu's interest. The colonel leaned over and kissed his forehead expressionlessly.

"Tsk." Dr. Ji opposite him made a sound similar to admiration. He was leaning against the window sill, shaking a reagent bottle with his left hand and his right hand hanging by his side.

In the last battle to guard the northern base, Dr. Ji lost his entire right arm and right calf. The conversation with the Highland Research Institute was completed under such horrific pain. As for why he survived

He survived and did not die from excessive blood loss. This can only be attributed to God's mercy.

Later, Dr. Ji, who had lost part of his limbs, applied to come to the Highland Institute. His brain was not affected, but in this era without prosthetics, a right arm and half a leg were enough to ruin a scientist's life. He was not

He came here to continue research. He came here out of admiration for Polly Jean and was willing to donate his body for new research. With the help of dozens of experimental volunteers similar to him, the research tested

Six safe frequencies have been identified that can be transmitted, and one of them has the ability to regenerate limbs.

In short, Dr. Ji now looks like a normal person, although the new limbs have not yet fully adapted.

An Zhe turned to look at Dr. Ji, wanting to see what he was "tsk"ing this time.

Dr. Ji was looking at Lu Feng. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and clapped his hands twice.

"I saw it, Colonel Lu." He said, "If I hadn't seen it, I would have really thought that you planned to be a gentleman and a qualified father for the rest of your life. Oh, you seem to be too young, so be a competent brother.

.”

Lu Feng took off the last petal from An Zhe's neck, looked at Dr. Ji calmly, and spoke in a straightforward tone.

"Gibran," he said, "I overestimated your character."

"Okay, okay, okay," Dr. Ji raised his hands in surrender, "It was my fault. I underestimated the moral standard of the judge."

Lu Feng said nothing.

"I was wrong. I admit that it's not that your personality is too noble, but that my moral standards are indeed relatively low." Dr. Ji continued to beg for mercy. He turned his eyes and saw the hand holding Lu Feng's wrist, looking at his own.

An Zhe.

"If I was assigned a little baby like this," he grinned, stretched out his hand and made a gesture, "I would tie him to the bed, and then..."

Lu Feng gave him a cold look.

"...and then dissect it." Dr. Ji shut up after saying that.

"There is something wrong with Dr. Ji's brain," Lu Feng lowered his head and said to An Zhe, "You can consider using mycelium to treat him."

"No need!" Dr. Ji was shocked and said, "I'll just leave."

Lu Feng's proposal to murder Dr. Ji also failed to arouse any interest in An Zhe. An Zhe stood up on tiptoes and kissed the side of Lu Feng's face.

Dr. Ji said again: "Tsk."

Lu Feng said: "You can go."

"Is this how you treat your best friend? Colonel Lu." Dr. Ji said.

"yes."

"Why, am I not even qualified to watch you play house?" Dr. Ji's voice was filled with a hint of heartbreak.

"No."

The word "playing house" aroused An Zhe's interest, and he looked up at Dr. Ji again.

"So cute," Dr. Ji looked at him with a strange light in his eyes, "You will cry for a long time after you dissect him."

An Zhe always felt that Dr. Ji was possessed by something, maybe fused with Boss Xiao.

Dr. Ji folded his arms and sighed, turning his attention back to his light blue reagent bottle.

"Colonel Lu, you really don't want to try this?" he said, "No. 1014 extract has no side effects. Combined with small magnetic pole frequency modulation, after the injection of three subjects, one of them had perfect night vision. This

You brought it back from the abyss a month ago."

Sunlight penetrates through the gaps in the vine leaves and projects into the slender glass tube, making the reagent sparkle.

Lu Feng just glanced at it.

Under the doctor's expectant gaze, An Zhe answered for Lu Feng: "He doesn't want it."

"Hey," Dr. Ji turned away with his reagents and fiddled with the communicator, "Polly called me, goodbye."

An Zhe said: "Goodbye, doctor."

Lu Feng really didn't want it, and An Zhe knew it.

Besides, Colonel Lu doesn't need to acquire those strange enhancements or skills. He can already come and go in the abyss freely.

While Anzhe was thinking wildly, he wrapped mycelium around the green vines beside him. He had been coveting it for a long time.

"Don't eat randomly." Lu Feng saw his actions.

"This can be digested." An Zhe defended.

He stretched out a strand of mycelium to show Lu Feng. The strand of mycelium crawled to the colonel's black uniform cuffs and formed a new emerald green leaf on the silver cufflinks, trembling slightly in the wind.

This is An Zhe's latest pleasure. Since discovering that he can safely fuse all living things or non-living things, he has tried a lot - except those ugly things.

One of the more successful times was when he turned himself into a room full of catkins, almost choking the colonel.

But fusion is not always safe. Just as Lu Feng said a long time ago, polymorphic monsters sometimes make mistakes when transforming into forms. When he was drinking potato soup not long ago, out of his love for this fruit,

I went to the laboratory to fuse a small piece of potato tuber, and then accidentally fell into a coma. I woke up three hours later. Polly said that this was because the frequencies of your mushroom and potatoes were too different, and there was rejection and fusion.

The same is true for other things. Although the result is always good, the process is full of uncertainties, just like a piece of sodium will dissolve in water, but the process of dissolving in water will cause an explosion.

From then on, Lu Feng didn't allow him to eat indiscriminately.

But Anzhe wanted to eat this small piece of vine, which would not harm the life of the vine itself. Moreover, there was nothing abnormal about this vine, it was just a quiet, beautiful flowering vine.

An Zhe gently scratched a small opening on its skin, and the juice seeped out.

It is...quiet. As the light green juice soaks into the mycelium, the wind from the abyss blows through the cold sky, blowing the vine attached to the institute. The sun, moon, stars, everything in the sky shines

It. An Zhe closed his eyes, and his body seemed to stretch out like that, and Lu Feng was by his side. He didn't have to worry about anything. He let Lu Feng half hug him and sit on the long wooden chair in the dark green corridor.

Down.

Perhaps because he was in normal condition and the vine was also normal, Lu Feng didn't allow him to eat the vine, but he didn't stop him either.

That is the default.

He lay in Lu Feng's arms, holding his hand, his thoughts were very scattered, as if he was soaking in warm water.

"It has been growing here for many years, and it was originally a vine that would not bloom," he said. "Later some winged animals brought pollen, and it had white flowers. It thought it looked beautiful and was very happy.

"

While whispering about the emotions he felt from the vines, he reached out and hugged Lu Feng's shoulders, crawled into his arms again, rubbed his head against Lu Feng's neck, and pressed his cheek against the slightly cool silver spikes on his chest.

Tassel, I feel very comfortable.

Lu Feng said "hmm" to show that he was listening.

The emotions and memories of a vine are very simple things, and some things cannot be described by human language. An Zhe searched for some words: "It also wants to have blue flowers. And then... also hopes to have blue flowers."

Birds, butterflies and bees will come over and pollinate the flowers, and then they will bear fruit."

Then there is nothing left to talk about.

Lu Feng ruffled his hair.

At this time, Lu Feng's communicator turned on. He picked up the communicator, and An Zhe also looked at the communication screen. It was a message from the doctor who had already left: "Are you really not considering Extract No. 1014? Your

My friend really needs you, he needs a guinea pig."

——The doctor has not given up on promoting his extract.

An Zhe smiled, watched Lu Feng touch the button, and replied with one word: "No."

The doctor replied: "Why is your attitude so cold? Is night vision bad? Don't you need it? Every time I go to the abyss, I have to worry about your safety. Only if you are injected with the No. 1014 extract, can I feel relieved.

"

——He said it like it was true.

Lu Feng replied: "Aren't infrared glasses useful?"

"Then you can consider the 1015 extract, which has pure black membrane wings with an average wingspan of 4.3 meters. It can fly and is very handsome. I sincerely hope you can experience the feeling of gliding in the air."

"Would you consider it?"

Lu Feng: "No need."

The doctor replied very quickly, and you could feel his resentment as he typed quickly through the screen.

"Times have changed, Mr. Judge."

"You have to forget the theory of human ancestry, let go of your prejudices, and embrace foreign genes."

Lu Feng's reply was still simple and cold: "Thank you."

"You're not doing this right. Do you need psychological counseling?"

"unnecessary."

"You are hopeless!" The doctor even uttered an exclamation.

Followed by a text message: "When will you be able to cure your genetic mysophobia and moral mysophobia? You once exiled yourself and you haven't come back yet? I want to splash you with the extract."

Obviously, the doctor was furious.

He always does this after failing to promote the extract.

Lu Feng still looked calm and replied: "I'm normal."

"Choose one of 1014 and 1015, and I will believe you."

Lu Feng: "."

Doctor: "Look, it's hopeless."

Lu Feng frowned slightly, and for a long time, he typed a word on the call interface and sent.

Lu Feng: "Ugly."

A brief silence.

PhD:"……"

PhD:"……"

PhD:"……"

Doctor: "You are really good."

Lu Feng let go and An Zhe hugged the communicator, watching and laughing.

He thought that the doctor had just found out - and he had already guessed it.

After the "Bell", many people voluntarily accepted some frequencies that were certified as safe. Some people grew wings, some gained the ability to photosynthesize, and of course some people developed harmless rejection reactions, and

A few scattered ones, although integrated, got nothing.

But Lu Feng refused to do this.

Of course, the reason is not what the doctor said. Lu Feng has a bloodline obsession and does not allow his species composition to be contaminated by other monsters.

The real reason is simple.

Lu Feng thinks those monsters, or alien species, are ugly.

It's okay to let him coexist peacefully with the humans in the research institute who have merged genes from other organisms. But it's not okay to let him try to grow something else.

He dislikes it.

An Zhe put the communicator aside and looked up at Lu Feng's face. His angle was just right to see all the details clearly.

Lu Feng has an unforgettable face, but few people will take a closer look at his facial features, and even more people have never and dare not look directly at this face.

An Zhe thought his eyebrows were the prettiest, very distinct, like the cold and clean wind on the mountaintop of the abyss. He reached out and touched the end of the colonel's long and thin eyebrows. When he was making dolls, Boss Xiao used to hold a

I looked at the doll's head with blank eyebrows and hair over and over again, and exclaimed: "It's really like that."

Further down are the long, narrow dark green eyes, half covered by eyelashes, a deserted shape, through which you can vaguely see your own reflection.

An Zhe felt that if a human looked like this, he would indeed have the right to dislike other things being ugly.

Looking at the communicator again, the latest message from the doctor is:

"Then you mean I'm not good-looking either?"

The colonel did not reply.

He turned back to look at Lu Feng, and leaned into Lu Feng's arms again. He didn't know why, but he wanted to do this now, and he felt a little groggy for no reason.

Lu Feng pulled him closer to her and asked, "What's wrong?"

An Zhe shook his head and suddenly thought of a question.

He looked at Lu Feng and said nothing.

An Zhe is a mushroom who often goes to bed early and gets up early. His pupils are black and white, clear and bright, but now it is different from usual, like there is an extra layer of fog, and it is wet.

Lu Feng lowered his head and got closer to him.

Just listen to An Zhe whisper: "I am also a different species."

"Yeah." Lu Feng said, "Little alien species."

An Zhe said: "Then do you think mushrooms are ugly too?"

"You're fine," Lu Feng said, "White looks good."

"What if I'm a gray mushroom?"

"fine."

"Where are the black mushrooms?"

"also."

“Where are the colorful mushrooms?”

"Uh-huh." Lu Feng looked at him expressionlessly and said in a flat voice, "I'll give you a white mushroom."

This person has a characteristic. The more he teases others, the more serious his expression becomes.

So An Zhe said expressionlessly, "I'll eat you."

With a soft laugh, Lu Feng picked him up and changed his position. Originally he was holding him sideways, but now he was facing each other.

An Zhe fell forward as if he had no bones, and happened to touch his forehead with Lu Feng. This was abnormal, he usually still had bones. But at this time, there was a laziness in every joint of his bones, so he did not move away.

The bridge of Lu Feng's nose was high, which made him feel a little itchy, so he rubbed it back and buried his head in Lu Feng's shoulder.

Lu Feng circled him, and he continued to rub Lu Feng subconsciously.

Lu Feng seemed to smile and hugged him a little tighter.

The communicator went on and off, off and on again, and Dr. Ji was still sending slanderous messages tirelessly. Lu Feng glanced at the doctor's angry words, remembered the previous conversation, and turned to An Zhe.

He asked: "Am I of high moral standards?"

"Ah?" An Zhe didn't understand his intention for a while. He thought about it and said, "You are a good person."

Lu Feng: "Oh."

Anzhe felt that his answer might be a bit perfunctory, so he added: "You are very good to us."

Lu Feng asked: "What do I do to you?"

"To me..." An Zhe thought: "Sometimes it's not good."

Lu Feng: "You can answer again."

An Zhe remained silent, so Lu Feng laughed again. When he laughed, his chest trembled slightly. They were so close that he could feel it.

Lu Feng said no more.

So An Zhe started to think.

Of course, Lu Feng was kind to him. It was inevitable to get hurt in the abyss. Sometimes he only had a little blood on his arm, but Lu Feng's attitude in dealing with the wound made him feel as if he had broken an arm. If An Zhe wanted to go

He would not stop him from doing anything, nor would he ask for anything An Zhe didn't want to do or didn't agree with, although this kind of thing rarely happened.

——However, this person often bullied him in some trivial matters. Ever since he was imprisoned for disorderly conduct when they first met, this person has revealed his true nature.

Lu Feng is also good to Dr. Ji, although it seems that the two of them are sarcastic every day.

Then, others——

Of course there was nothing faulty about Lu Feng's treatment of them.

If the institute encounters a disaster, no matter who is in the same room with Lu Feng, Lu Feng will definitely let that person go first and face the danger alone. If someone asks for help, Lu Feng will definitely not refuse.

But that's the extent of it. Unless it's necessary and work handover, he won't have any extra communication with anyone except Polly.

The relationship between people in the institute is actually very harmonious. It is common to joke and joke with each other. There are also many peaceful conversations and cooperation. However, obviously, the Lord Judge will not join in.

An Zhe thought that the colonel had stood far away and protected people for so long that he had forgotten how to integrate with them, or maybe he had never learned it at all.

He said: "You can also lower your requirements for yourself."

"How to lower it?"

An Zhe didn't know how to lower his temper, so he replied: "You think about it yourself."

Lu Feng said: "Okay."

The texture of his voice was also cold and cold, with a smile on it, and it was a very young voice.

An Zhe thought that he was a mushroom who had joined human society to a certain extent. He still had a lot to learn here. But the same was true for Lu Feng.

So he said: "For example, if you want to be friends with people in the institute, you can have dinner with everyone, and then bring them fruits when you come back from outside."

This method may not apply to Lu Feng. He is just giving an example. Of course Lu Feng will understand.

"I don't think so," Lu Feng said, "I had dinner with you and brought you some fruit."

An Zhe: "That's different."

"Huh?" Lu Feng's voice had a little nasal sound that he often used when teasing him: "What's the difference?"

An Zhe didn't want to talk to this person, so he bit Lu Feng's neck. It seemed to hurt, so he kissed him again to make up for it.

Lu Feng said with a smile: "You are right."

An Zhe always felt that he and the colonel were talking to each other from the beginning, and he wanted to raise his upper body and rub Lu Feng's face.

So he put his hands on Lu Feng's shoulders and stepped back a little.

At this moment, his body suddenly became weak for no apparent reason, and he almost lost his balance and fell forward.

——Falled on Lu Feng.

Lu Feng supported him: "What's wrong?"

An Zhe shook his head, he couldn't describe how he felt now.

Lu Feng reached out to touch his forehead, but found nothing. An Zhe lay on his shoulder, gasping for air, unable to muster any strength, and said: "I don't feel well..."

"Where does it hurt?"

An Zhe just wrapped himself around Lu Feng in a daze. It was difficult to describe his current feeling in human language. It was like...like being called by the season, waiting for something to happen. The last time he had such a premonition, it was spores.

It was the day I left. But this time it was still different.

Is he going to form new spores again and start a cycle of withering and rebirth? That's not right. Now he just wants to be closer to Lu Feng. Lu Feng held his hand. The colonel's hand was cold, but the next moment An An

When he realized it, Lu Feng's body temperature was normal. It was because he was very hot.

He rubbed Lu Feng's shoulder, shook his head, closed his eyes, and saw some blurry scenes before his eyes.

Wind. The summer wind blows from the abyss further south. The jungle is a thick dark green sea, undulating in the wind. The new leaves of the vines this summer are also gently swaying. Summer is its flowering period. In the gaps between the leaves and branches,

Snow-white flowers sprouted like mushrooms emerging from the soil after rain, and their petals dotted the sky.

Then wait.

What are you waiting for?

Waiting for the birds, waiting for the butterflies.

What do birds and butterflies do?

He groaned uncomfortably.

It was the problem with the vine. He had just ignored Lu Feng's warning and ate the sap from a fresh vine this year, and now he had these strange symptoms. It was like he was in a coma for three hours after eating a piece of potato.

Lu Feng raised his head and patted his cheek gently: "An Zhe?"

An Zhe was awake, but he could no longer control his body. In order to see his condition clearly, Lu Feng lifted him up a little, which made him uncomfortable. An Zhe continued to move on Lu Feng.

Shit, he whispered: "Teng..."

"pain?"

Anzhe randomly pulled a soft vine hanging down from the corridor in front of him: "Vine."

Holding him, Lu Feng breathed a sigh of relief. The way An Zhe looked now, it really didn't look like he was in pain.

He patted An Zhe's back, and An Zhe groaned and pushed herself into his arms.

Lu Feng glanced at the green vines hanging down beside him like a waterfall and in bloom.

Behind the vines is the white research institute building, which fortunately is not far from their residence.

There is a faint fragrance of flowers in the wind, which has always been there. Now there is a refreshing breath that is so light that you can hardly smell it, like the smell of green grass and white flowers after the rain.

It is something that mushrooms like when they grow. After a few rainy seasons, it becomes the mushroom's own scent.

The Lord Judge gave a rare sigh.

He held An Zhe's shoulders and asked him to look at him.

An Zhe's fingers tightly grasped the fabric of his sleeves and looked up at him, with tiny drops of water on her wet eyelashes.

"You are a mushroom," Lu Feng said, "You can't eat randomly."

An Zhe looked at the vines. There was no more normal vine in the world, but he still felt very uncomfortable. He could only relieve it by getting close to Lu Feng, just like the white flowers of the vines waiting for butterflies.

He frowned and looked back at Lu Feng.

Lu Feng also looked down at him.

——Then he was picked up.

"Did you remember this time?"

The author has something to say: I really remembered it this time.

Then I mistakenly entered the set of a, b, o, etc., and turned off the lights——
Chapter completed!