At present, the Northern Base is still safe and the military and mercenary teams are constantly returning with samples of monsters from the outside world. They as also recovering scientific research equipment, civilization materials and other necessary materials from human waste cities. The scientific research of the base is focused on the principle of infection and the reproduction of the human race. We haven’t found a direction for the former for the time being while the latter has been initially conquered. A large number of new lives have been born and the population has started to rise. Although the environment is still bad, I believe everything will improve.

I died happily of old age under the patronage of the base.

May you have a bright future.

Sincerely.

Salute.

January 2104.”

An Zhe carefully read it before looking to the side blankly. There were no other boxes. 2104 was a very distant year and perhaps the next generation of engineers would soon be lying here, telling the story of a recent occurrence like the fall of the outer city or something else.

At this moment, there was a grand sound from all directions as the mighty night wind blew in from the air inlet. An Zhe shuddered. The strong wind was like an irresistible torrent, making him unable to open his eyes. He raised his elbows in front of him, resisting the strong wind blowing while slightly lowering his head.

Just then, he experienced a pain in his body. A piece of snow-white floated up in the wind. Then it flashed and instantly disappeared.

An Zhe turned back. The white mycelium he had deliberately left to mark the route was only a short piece on the ground that trembled in the wind. The gust of wind blew his mycelium and it was unknown where the broken piece flew to.

His pupils shrank as he looked in the direction of the pipes. Six dark holes were arranged there, looking exactly the same.

CHAPTER 35

In the dim light, the six round, black holes were like the compound eyes of insects watching him.

An Zhe subconsciously took a step back, bumping into the metal platform behind him. His body became unstable for a moment and his hand rested on the epitaph. The inscriptions on the epitaph brought a sensation of ups and downs. He didn’t know why but this cold, lonely metal table standing in the empty space with the ashes of the dead made him feel safe.

An Zhe gently breathed out and tentatively walked forward, coming in front of the row of openings. He climbed into the entrances of these six pipes one by one but still couldn’t find any traces of the mycelium. It was too thin and would shrink back after breaking. Finally, it was blown by the wind and this place was too dark.