The protagonist lies on his stomach in his small room for a long, long time. How long is it? There are no nails in the mountains, no sun and moon in the anthill, and the half-awake protagonist can't feel the changes of day and night at all, and there is no way to calculate the passage of time.

The protagonist only knows that he is lying on a soft silk bed, and his whole body is sore and has lost his strength. But in his mind, for a while, his thoughts were like a raging storm, ravaging the already tense and fragile nerves. For a while, it was like an eraser of paper, and the blank mind could not be flooded at all, only a trace of inexhaustible traces showed the remaining thoughts before.

The protagonist has absolutely no idea what he should be thinking and thinking. Just let the brain run automatically.

After a while, the scene of being chased and killed by the praying mantis came to his eyes again, this time he was not so lucky to escape, and watched his torso, limbs, and wings being torn to pieces by the mantis's green sickle and chewing mouthparts, and the internal organs and tissue fluid were swaying wantonly on the yellow ground, splashing a famous painting called killing.

After a while, memories of the human period came to my heart from the closed corner of my heart, "Ah! Yes, it turns out that I died for her, so unwilling, no wonder I make a wish to be reborn before closing my eyes, even if I become an ant, I don't care. ”

After a while, the bits and pieces of the short few days after becoming an ant were replayed in my mind, from panic, to hesitation, to resignation, why should I accept my fate? Even if I give birth to ants, I still have to live well.

In a moment, as if to become God's vision, his soul floated upwards through the ceiling of the two-bedroom apartment, through a thick layer of black and yellow mud, and through the grass swaying with lilac flowers. Ah, the flowers of these grasses grow at the very top, and as the protagonists of the ants, they go to the ground twice and do not look up to pay attention to this small and beautiful flower.

Then the soul of the protagonist flies over the crown of the huge poplar tree and to the height of the white clouds. The whole ground rolled rapidly southward, and the scenery on the surface was covered with frost at a speed visible to the naked eye, and patches of white snowflakes appeared in an instant, covering the whole world with a thick white coat in an instant. It's as if the whole world is only white.

No, it's not just white. Black lines emerged from far north, from under the thick layers of snow, alive, twisted and restless like a disgusting nematode finding its prey. Countless lines of life are intertwined, growing, and spreading on the snow-white earth, and the entire snowfield seems to be torn apart by these rapidly proliferating black lines.

The grid of these black lines goes all the way to the south, and wherever it is covered with snow and ice, it will be divided by these black lines. The black line drilled under the snow layer again, and after a while, it came out again, and every time it went in and out, the black line became thicker and longer by a minute.

The protagonist's soul floating in mid-air is trying to take a good look at what these black lines are. Suddenly, a whirling sensation hits, as if the video is playing backwards, and the protagonist's soul follows the path it came from, falling rapidly downwards until it penetrates the thick soil and smashes into the original body.

When the protagonist comes back to his senses, the scene in front of him changes to the dark dirt walls of his room.

On the side, Mulan carefully clamped this translucent drop of water with a big chela, and tried to lean towards the protagonist, but she didn't dare to get too close in fear.

The protagonist lies here in contemplation for a few days, completely ignoring his subordinates, and does not eat or drink. From time to time, the conscientious Mulan always comes over with a liquid in her mouth and feeds it to the protagonist, so that the protagonist does not fall down due to fatigue, hunger and thirst.

The protagonist's mind was a mess before, and he had no impression of what he drank. But now, after having that dream of flying, snow, and black lines, the protagonist feels as if he is in a cold sweat and then blown by the cold wind, and suddenly regains his senses.

The feeling of extreme hunger and thirst in his stomach burned his nerves, and he saw the liquid droplet in Mulan's mouth, which emitted an alluring luster under the illumination of fluorescent bacteria, and the protagonist was salivating.

The protagonist still can't accept mouth-to-mouth feeding, so he carefully uses his mouth to clip the liquid droplets and drinks them in one gulp. A fragrant and pleasant smell goes straight to the heart and is extremely effective in dissipating the feeling of hunger and thirst.

It's good to be an ant.,Because of its small size.,So a lot of liquid can be carried around with your mouth.,The membrane tension on the surface of the liquid gives the protagonist a different drinking experience from humans.。

As for the sweet liquid, the protagonist doesn't yet know that it's honeydew secreted by an aphid. Otherwise, if you know that these drinks are actually pulled out by aphids, the protagonist's cleanliness habit is about to attack again. Although human beings are very contrived creatures, and they seem to have different paranoia about excrement, such as cow shrivele, boy eggs, rabbit pill intestines, golden grains, etc., but the protagonist is precisely the kind of person who is insensitive to these metabolites.

The protagonist suddenly felt that there was something more in the bedroom, yes, it was fluorescent bacteria, a lot of fluorescent bacteria, some of them were in full bloom, some of them were as dim as smoldering charcoal, so many fluorescent bacteria made the light in the cave brighter than the rest of the nest, and the brightness of the classroom. When did the bedroom have more of these fluorescent bacteria? The protagonist has no impression anymore, did he just come in a few days ago, or did he grow it in the past few days?

Regardless of these trivial details, the protagonist finds that he seems to have something more in his heart. These things can't be described in words, and they don't have actual appearances, but these things allow the protagonist to get rid of the soul-like state of detachment after losing his soul little by little, and regain the ability to live a normal life. This kind of thing seems to be a sense of responsibility, a sense of responsibility that the world desperately needs now.

Why do you feel this way? The protagonist is very confused.

Well, at least, let me live well now, not to be eaten, and to live as a human being. The protagonist is suddenly full of ambition.

At this time, a slight pain in the abdomen comes, and the protagonist feels the first strand of his crossing through the original...... ......