An Zhe turned his head and looked up at Lu Feng. He saw this man looking at him, eyebrows raised slightly and a hint of quiet pleasure in his expression.

An Zhe, “……”

He should’ve known. Lu Feng’s purpose wasn’t to conserve the resources of the base at all. His happiness was based on bullying An Zhe. An Zhe raised his eyebrows and became a bit angry. This time, he was resolute. “I won’t eat anymore.”

“The crime of wasting food.”

An Zhe retorted, “Then you did it as well.”

Lu Feng folded his arms and seemed to look An Zhe up and down. “Smart.”

An Zhe could hear what he meant. He vowed that the next time this person came to eat, he would cut off a piece of his own mycelium to poison Lu Feng. He didn’t plan to deal with this man anymore and put down the spoon.

Lu Feng just smiled and reached out to put the rest of the soup in front of him. It seemed that the Judge was going to do it himself. After observing his performance for a while, An Zhe decided to reduce one piece to half.

After the meal, he sent Lu Feng out and the colonel had a conference call in the evening. Walking to the door, Lu Feng seemed to suddenly remember something. He took a translucent box out of his pocket and threw it at An Zhe.

“Use it if you can’t sleep.”

Back in his house, An Zhe opened the box and found a pair of white umbrella rubber noise-proof earbuds. He pondered it over and over again, still swaying between whether Lu Feng was a good or bad person. Finally, he defined this man as a changeable person for the time being.

The wind outside continued to increase and the sound from the hole sharpened. This was indeed at a level that would make it difficult for humans to fall asleep. However, An Zhe didn’t plan to use the earplugs, at least not now.

An Zhe stood in front of his bed. He had been thinking about one thing all afternoon. If he couldn’t move freely in the Lighthouse, when would he be able to find his spore?

He had thought it was an insurmountable problem but now he had a method. All the buildings in this city were connected by the ventilation ducts. He turned to look at the window of the room.

The window was small, only as big as two textbooks, and there were two metal sliding doors next to it. He went to the window and pushed the sliding door inward with a click. The door closed tightly so that no one could see the room from the outside.

The mycelium.