The unexpected reunion was the last farewell. There was such cold torture in the world. The cold wind blew through the top of the mountain. After a long silence, Lu Feng asked, “Where is he?”

“The Simpson Cage is a high-energy field and collider. Any matter entering it is blown to pieces by a stream of high-energy particles. I think you saw it.”

The backpack fell to the ground and the barrel of the gun reached Polly’s temple. Lu Feng’s cold eyes stared at Polly.

“Where is he?” He repeated the question, all emotions erupting at this moment and there was a vague madness in the cold eyes. He was like a prisoner already sentenced to death, but he had to confirm his sentence over and over.

A sad smile appeared on Polly Joan’s lips. His loving eyes stared outside the window and he knew that he needed to give a good faith lie, despite them both knowing everything. “His frequency was sent all over the world and he will save everything from distortion. He is right next to you, he is everywhere.”

Lu Feng stared at him like this. They were deadlocked until there was a bang. Lu Feng’s fingers trembled as he released the gun. Once the gun landed on the ground, it banged against the iron railings of the corridor and stirred a long metal buzzing.

“I’m sorry.” Lu Feng’s voice was hoarse. “I…”

He closed his eyes, clenched his fists and didn’t go on.

“No need.” Polly gazed at him with pity. “You can shoot me, you can vent your emotions at will, child.”

“Thank you.” Lu Feng spoke hoarsely. “If he was still here then I would.”

This was the calmest and most desperate thing Polly Joan had ever heard.

They stood side by side in the corridor in the middle of winter until the bloody sunset swept across the mountains and the Abyss, until a voice was heard from the communication channel in the laboratory. Over the current sound, an excited shout was heard.

“Low tide—low tide!”

“The beast tide is dispersing.”

“The breakout was a success.”

Cheers of victory rang out from the channel. The words celebrating victory were mixed with sporadic messages. For example, the airborne troops of the Underground City Base sacrificed over 600 people. For example, the true number of survivors of the Northern Base was a few hundred. For example, there was a request asking what the institute had found.

Sadness and joy overlapped slowly, despair and hope went hand in hand. Everything was lucky, everything came with a price. There were the sacrifices of countless people, the sacrifice of one person.

A line of tears flowed slowly from Polly Joan’s eyes. Suddenly a cloud of white floated over from Lu Feng’s shoulders and fell on Polly’s clothes. It stretched out white mycelium and touched him.

“What is this?” Polly held it and asked.