Fortunately, An Ze’s residual memories told him where to go to eat. The base was divided into eight districts. Districts 6, 7 and 8 were the main living areas. Here, each building was a community and the first floor was the hall. Water and food were provided on a daily basis. Children under the age of 16 had a free quota while adults over the age of 16 needed to pay using the base currency. The currency unit was the letter R.

There weren’t many people in the hall. It was approximately 50 people. There were only two windows for selling food. One was a mud-like dish made from the tubers of some type of plant and the other was a soup made from the same plant tubers. An Zhe searched his memories and remembered that this plant was called a potato.

An Zhe paid by credit card.

For mashed potatoes, the price was 0.5 and his balance was 9.5

For potato soup, the price was 0.3 and his remaining balance became 9.2.

An Zhe stared at the number that represented the balance of the card and realized that he would be on the verge of starvation in a few days. He felt like a mushroom rooted in dry soil and was facing death at any time.

This feeling became more apparent when he returned to the fifth floor after eating and spent 0.1R in the common water room. Thus, he added finding a source of money on his things to do. After screwing on the cap of the standard stainless steel bottle, An Zhe held it in his hand and was about to turn around when a voice was heard behind him. “An Ze?”

The voice was loud and trembling as it echoed in the small space. An Zhe turned around. In the corridor stood a young man who was tall and handsome. At this moment, the man was staring at An Zhe, lips shaking. It was difficult to judge if his expression was shock or joy.

“An Ze?” He exclaimed again. “You… you’re back? You’re not—”

Here, he shut up again. His face was blue like he didn’t know how to continue. However, An Zhe knew what he wanted to say. It was because he knew this man. The man’s name was Josie.

Josie was An Ze’s neighbour and friend who grew up with him. Sometimes, Josie would take care of An Ze. More often, An Ze would take care of him. The remnants of these memories appeared before An Zhe.

Still, his understanding of Josie wasn’t entirely derived from An Ze’s memories. As a mushroom, he had met this person. His observations and An Ze’s memories combined to complete the real cause of An Ze’s death.