Anchor

Watching the middle-aged man enter the factory, Yan Lang stood idly by the door. He didn't know how to log out of the communication, so he simply stayed where he was and watched the crowd coming and going.

The paper mill is in the period of shift change. A large number of people enter the factory through the gate of the left passage, and the people in the factory leave through the gate on the right. People who have worked for a day look tired. No one notices Yan Lang, and they all go straight through the projection. main road.

Yan Lang stood for a while, feeling bored, maybe because he hadn't moved his position for too long, a red button appeared on his right wrist, flashing and flashing, reminding Yan Lang to press it.Yan Lang did as he did, and tapped the red dot with his left index finger, and his consciousness moved back instantly, feeling like falling into the sea on his back, momentarily weightless, and then opened his eyes, he returned to the embrace of the sponge jelly.

[This communication time: two hours, communication mode: random, communication location: Taiyuan Underground City B64, correspondent: Yan Lang, chat with Li Hongliang for 10 minutes.The communication quality is: excellent, do you want to continue the communication? 】

A mechanical female voice sounded, Yan Lang replied: "Yes."

[Please enter the communication floor by voice. 】

Yan Lang: "B1 floor."

[Communication location location: B1 floor, the garrison area of ​​the garrison army, you need to submit a communication application, and you can visit it after the garrison army approves it.According to the system query, the correspondent Yan Lang has no approval record and cannot be accessed. 】

A text message slipped into Qi Kuo's bracelet, [Notice: Your subordinate Yan Lang's communication to visit the B1 floor was rejected by the No. 3 communicator. Do you want to apply for the visit to the city defenders on Yan Lang's behalf?whether】

Qi Kuo put down his drawing pen and asked Yan Lang for a communication.

Yan Lang pressed the agree button, Qi Kuo's voice came out from the bracelet, the familiar indifferent voice, a little intimacy, like a pink flower in the ice cube: "Which floor did you go to?"

"Floor B64." Yan Lang said, "I wanted to visit B1, but I was rejected."

"Floor B110 is the site of the city defenders, and you need to submit an application for the visit." Qi Kuo said, "You can write an application and send it to me, and I will send it to the city defenders for you."

"If it's too much trouble, forget it." Yan Lang said, "I just want to be closer to the ground."

"The communication room can project directly to the surface." Qi Kuo said, "I'll help you open the permissions." Qi Kuo picked up the tablet to open the permission system. Of course, he couldn't bear to let the wolf dog drop his ears in frustration.

"Okay." Yan Lang said, "Are you busy with work this afternoon?"

"Not busy, quarreling and drawing." Qi Kuo said, "I'm drawing now."

"Arguing?" Yan Lang asked.

"Those stubborn old men in the management." Qi Kuo complained in a low voice, the tail of the cold voice was drawn out, and the snake shook the tip of its tail, "but I won the argument."

Yan Lang leaned comfortably on the sponge jelly, and seriously praised: "Then you are great."

"The authority has been opened." Qi Kuo said, looking at the wall clock on the wall, "There are two hours left for get off work, and there are pickled fish in the cafeteria today."

"I'll wait for you." Yan Lang said, "See you later."

"I'll see you later." Qi Kuo hung up the communication and rubbed the wolfdog's thick fur. The charged researcher put all his energy into his work.

[Your immediate leader, Qi Kuo, has opened the surface communication permission for you. The surface communication location: 1000 meters from the north exit of Taiyuan Underground City. 】

Yan Lang: "Surface communication."

[The surface communication connection is successful, location: 1000 meters from the north exit of Taiyuan Underground City.In transit, please stay focused. 】

The back of his head went numb, as if someone hit him with a sap from the back of his head, making Yan Lang dizzy.He stood still and shook his head, his pupils gradually focused, and he saw tall and lush trees, towering canopy, which blocked the sun and airtight, and it was quite like a prehistoric forest.

He took a few steps forward, and the ground was covered with thick weeds and leaves, and the tactile sensation of the projection gave real feedback to the soft trampling sensation under his feet.Humans have only been away for a year, and plants have replaced humans as the lords of the earth through amazing growth rates.A street lamp entwined with vines stood not far away, Yan Lang walked over curiously, the densely packed small suction cups on the vines held the hollow patterns on the street lamp like hands, before Yan Lang could observe one, two, three, one A centipede approached Yan Lang silently, and rushed up from behind him, but because Yan Lang was a projection, it missed.

When Yan Lang realized, he was standing on the centipede's back.

Under the feet is a hard and smooth brown-red carapace. Under the joints of the carapace are two rows of legs. The legs are closely matched and move forward like rolling waves.Yan Lang was covered in cold sweat. If he was a real person, he would have been torn into several pieces by the centipede's sharp mouthparts and swallowed.The giant centipede suddenly turned its head, raised its upper body facing Yan Lang, and rushed towards Yan Lang fiercely again.

Yan Lang stood where he was and let it flop around, without hurting him left or right.The erected upper body of the centipede was a head taller than Yan Lang, and Yan Lang could even clearly see a pair of black compound eyes and a pair of slender antennae on its head.

If it were an entomologist standing here, he might shout excitedly, and a mess of thoughts drifted through Yan Lang's head.He took a step forward, and the centipede followed, like a small tail, no, a big tail.

The centipede's tentacles poked around, its mouthparts opened and closed, and yellow venom slowly seeped out of the transparent mouthparts.It followed Yan Lang for about 50 meters, and found that there was really no way to kill Yan Lang, and left angrily.

At the end of the road, a car carrying more than a dozen heavily armed soldiers came, and the soldiers in the dump waved at Yan Lang: "Researcher, what are you doing there?"

"Come out for a walk." Yan Lang said.

The young soldier, with colorful paint on his face, said enthusiastically: "Be careful, be careful of snakes."

"Thank you." Yan Lang replied loudly, "I just met a centipede."

The soldiers laughed and the atmosphere was lively. Two or three people raised their heads and shouted: "Let's go home first!"

Yan Lang waved to them, and the car passed by him towards the entrance of the dungeon. The brief meeting was like a bundle of happy wind, blowing into Yan Lang's heart.

The sky was getting darker, and the western sky was full of rays of light. A half-person tall gray mouse dragged its slender tail and passed by Yan Lang's side.Teeth passed through the projection, the mouse took a mouthful of air, it sneezed to ease the embarrassment, and left slowly rather reluctantly.

Yan Lang met a rabbit, to be precise, it was a hunted rabbit.The owl, the size of a small helicopter, let out a squeal, swooped down, scraped off a whole row of bushes with its wings, and knocked the 1.7-meter-tall rabbit to the ground with precision.Plants are not affected by No. 56 virus, and their growth remains unchanged from before the end of the world, but animals have become extremely tall and violent.Even without human beings destroying the ecology on the surface, the supply and demand of animals and plants are still in a state of imbalance, and sooner or later the earth will be gnawed bare by highly productive rabbits and mice.

The owl tore off the rabbit's head with its sharp claws and beak, and the blood was scattered all over the ground like a fountain, soaking the thick leaves, and the smell was overflowing, Yan Lang took two steps back.Tree branches that are not strong enough to support the giant owl's nest, it simply builds the nest on the ground, and flaps its wings to call the little owls to come and enjoy a delicious meal together, like a group of very hungry lions.

When the red dot of return appeared on his right wrist, Yan Lang pressed it without hesitation, and returned to the communication room consciously.He exhaled, leaned on the sponge pad and closed his eyes. Excessive information poured into his brain. He needed time to sort out the complicated details, strengthen his ability to accept, and tell Qi Kuo a good story.

"Dong dong."

Qi Kuo knocked on the door of communication room No. 3. He looked up at the green status light in the communication room. Green represents the idle period. He said, "Yan Lang."

"Yes." Yan Lang pushed open the door, his sweaty hair drooping down his forehead, "Are you off work?"

"How did you do it?" Qi Kuo didn't dislike Yan Lang's wet hair, and stroked it with his hands.

"I met a not-so-smart centipede and followed me all the time." Yan Lang touched the back of his neck in fear, "I know how many eyes a centipede has."

Qi Kuo smiled sullenly, and pointed to the unnamed small room connected to the communication room: "There is a shower room over there, do you want to take a shower before going to the cafeteria?"

"Yes." Yan Lang didn't want to go to the cafeteria to line up smelling of sweat.

Qi Kuo was eager for Yan Lang to take a bath, and the opportunity to mobilize was imminent. He tensed his expression, looked cold and calm, and said, "There are shampoo and shower gel inside, I'll get you a clean bath towel."

"Thank you." Yan Lang stepped into the shower room, took off his shirt and pants, and turned on the shower to take a shower.

Hearing the sound of crackling water, Qi Kuo stepped into the shower room with a bath towel, knocked on the frosted glass door with a smile, and said, "Here comes the bath towel."

"Hand it over the door, I'm afraid you'll be splashed with water when you open the door." Yan Lang's voice came from the door.

The glass door is about two meters high, and with their heights of around 1.8 meters, they can reach it with just raising their hands.

However, Qi Kuo said straightforwardly: "I can't reach it."