Yet unexpectedly, Lu Feng follows with, “Have you hit your head before?”

“No.” An Zhe replies.

He’s different from foolish humans.

Then, Lu Feng looks at him calculatingly from top to bottom.

“I forgot.” He says, “You don’t have what it takes to hit your head.”

An Zhe feels that if one day he dies, it must be Lu Feng who infuriated him to death.

2

An Zhe is on the roof of the car.

The radiance of dusk spills over the skylights of the armoured vehicle.

This is the thirtieth day he and Lu Feng have stayed in the abyss.

They discovered a beautiful valley in the abyss, the thin and tall weeds of emerald green enveloped the grounds of the entire valley, embracing a limpid lake.

——The almost transparent stalks of the grass are glowing imperceptibly.

“So beautiful.” An Zhe says, scanning the area.

“Thin foliage straw No.29,” Lu Feng says, “It can excrete strong corrosive fluids at night to conduct hunting activities. We should leave now.”

An Zhe climbs down the small ladder from the skylight, and Lu Feng heads to the driving cabin.

An opening has been made between the driving cabin and the living room, so when An Zhe isn’t sitting in the passenger seat, he can still see the colonel at any time, and under normal circumstances, he would also stay in areas where the colonel can see him in the reflectors.

Inside the living room, he reads for a bit, then he begins to clean——There actually isn’t much to clean, so technically it’s just tidying.

He closes the colonel’s handbook, places his ballpoint pen in the penholder, leaning it at 45 degrees angle, puts the books he’s flipped through back in place, folds up the small ladder and places it in a corner that’s not easily noticeable, wipes all the light tubes once, then folds the blanket into a perfect square shape. A bit of dust seems to have fallen over the windowsill, it doesn’t seem like it needs to be wiped, but he always feels the colonel has a bit of mysophobia——In his rooms at the main city and Defense Office, they were both somewhat neurotically simple, so desolate that it didn’t seem like places people lived. Thus, An Zhe wipes away that bit of dust seriously, then repeats the cleaning three times.

Once he’s done wiping, he looks up, and his eyes catch a little bug.

The bug is very small; he recognizes this living creature, it’s a small firefly without much nourishment, lives in groups, and because it often coexists with poisonous mushrooms, it lives rather well in the abyss.

In the evening hours, the belly of the small firefly starts to glow faintly, very pretty, An Zhe likes it a lot——When he was still only a mushroom, he already secretly admired those mushrooms that could glow.