The moment he spoke, there was a constant sound outside the window. It was the sound of countless bugs crashing against the glass. Boss Shaw stared gloomily at Poet. “I pray that you become mute.”

Poet panicked and quickly closed the curtains. “Don’t look.”

“I saw it,” Boss Shaw stated. “A tide of insects is coming.”

The next moment, his expression suddenly changed. “Quickly! Check the vents!”

Poet looked at a corner of the room. “The vent is there!”

They looked in the direction above An Zhe’s head. It was a hole leading to the outside world, protected by a wire mesh. However, due to years of disrepair, it had rusted to reveal a gap. Poet saw this and tore off his sleeves, handing it to An Zhe. “Block it first!”

An Zhe stood up. The vent wasn’t small and he used his right hand to ball up the cloth and stuff it in. “It isn’t enough.”

Poet tore off another piece. An Zhe held the original ball with one hand and took the new cloth with his other hand. His right index finger suddenly ached.

An Zhe’s movements stopped for a moment before he stuffed in the cloth as normal. The vent was completely blocked and he sat down on the bed again. Boss Shaw and Poet went around to check if there were any other gaps in the room while An Zhe raised his index finger in front of his eyes.

There was a pin sized red dot. The texture of the skin had faintly changed to white mycelium. As the other two people were facing away from him, he pulled sharply and broke off these mycelium. New mycelium grew from the break and reassembled into a human finger, a new finger without any wounds. An Zhe didn’t know if this was useful or not. The ripped mycelium didn’t seem to have any problems but he had no other way.

“There are no other holes.” Poet turned back and declared.

An Zhe replied, “…En.”

However, the sound of bugs striking the glass increased more and more. The glass rattled like it would be broken in the next moment. The radio in the corridor continued to broadcast instructions but it was just nonsense like, ‘Please close the doors and windows. Don’t panic.’

Poet sat down, his face slightly pale. “Listen to God.”

“You shut up quickly.” Boss Shaw looked serious as he yelled at Poet before glancing at An Zhe.

An Zhe was baffled. “What is it?”

“Quick, call your man.”

An Zhe, “……?”

***

District 1, the dispersal centre.

The huge, black ultrasonic disperser stood under the grey sky like a giant flower blooming in the city. The car drove on the road as the buildings continued to retreat while the shadow of the dispersal instrument in front of him was rapidly magnified.

“If the dispersal centre is destroyed…” Lu Feng’s voice was heard. “Will the other dispersal devices still work?”