On Saturday, March 27, there was no concept of a weekend, and it was exceptionally dark today. Fu Hongyang got up early, called Ge Dongxu and Feng Juan up, and carefully asked if the two had dreams.

"I'm dreaming again!"

Ge Dongxu said excitedly: "I dreamed that a super small brown pear tree grew in my heart, Yangzi, you should have such an experience." It's so real, so real that I can't believe it now, there is a tree growing in my heart! Oh yes, the sapling has only one branch, and an unripe brown pear hangs on it. ”

Listening to Ge Dongxu's words, Fu Hongyang nodded unconsciously: "Like me, I also have one such black tree sapling in my head, but the sapling has grown two branches, and the fruit on the first branch is ripe, and the ability of the fruit is the superpower of mind." ”

"Yoko, do you think that when my brown pear is ripe, it can also stimulate the superpower of the mind?" Ge Dongxu's face was looking forward to it, and he was salivating for his superpowers.

"I'm afraid not."

"Huh?"

"The brain, heart, and spleen, roughly these three parts, will parasitize the saplings, and the exact location of the parasitism varies from person to person. The superpowers of different parts are also different, and the black tree seedlings in my brain represent superpowers related to the brain and spirit, so I have a superpower of thought. ”

"You're saying that my abilities should have a connection to my heart?" Ge Dongxu scratched the back of his head, "What superpower does the heart have, hematopoiesis?" ”

"You'll have to explore this yourself." Fu Hongyang immediately looked at Feng Juan.

Feng Juan said a little nervously: "I...... Yoko, I don't seem to have any dreams last night, no dreams related to camphor trees...... Am I an evolutionary failure? ”

"No, I guess it's not yet time to grow a sapling."

Fu Hongyang had a brief chat with the two, Feng Juan's evolution is still unknown, but Ge Dongxu basically grows a brown pear seedling in his heart, and his brain and spleen do not parasitize new seedlings. He then called Wei Zheng and Wang Feihu up and asked them about their evolutionary effects.

"In a daze, I feel as if I have become a tree hanging on a tree, but I don't remember it very clearly." Wei Zheng replied.

Wang Feihu said the same: "I also feel like I have a dream, dreaming that I have become a tree, and it seems to be good." But after you shouted at me, I can't remember that feeling. ”

Fu Hongyang went to ask Liu Dajun, Ma Chuanyuan and others again, and replied that either he didn't dream, or he dreamed that he had become a Shizi, but the memory of the dream was relatively vague. It is far from the clarity of Feng Juan and Ge Dongxu when they dreamed, let alone compared to him at the beginning.

"Xiao Fu, is there a problem with our evolution?" Liu Dajun, who also didn't dream, asked worriedly.

"Basically being able to produce dreams means that your body is receiving parasitism from the Sakumiko, which is called evolution. Don't worry if you haven't dreamed, maybe you forgot it when you got up, or maybe you haven't evolved deep enough and should have similar dreams in the future. ”

After collecting the dream information of the evolutionaries, Fu Hongyang quickly summarized it in his heart.

It can be clearly determined that the evolutionary effect brought by the strong fragrance type fragrant fruit is far greater than that of the light fragrance type fragrant fruit, which can be judged from the clarity of the dream. There is a very close connection between the fragrant fruit of the strong fragrance type and the mutated tree, and the fragrant fruit of the light fragrance type seems to be raised by the stepmother, and the connection is as if there is no connection.

"So how did the strong fragrance and light fragrance type fragrant fruits come about, the strong fragrance type fragrant fruit of the first crop of the tree has been eaten by me, will it produce strong fragrance type fragrant fruit again in the future?"

"If not, how can evolutionaries like Wei Zheng and Wang Feihu migrate the tree to build a tree city?"

"If the tree is destroyed, what will happen to their evolution, will they continue to evolve, or will they be implicated in death?"

There are too many questions for him to answer himself, so he can only wait for the future to slowly explore, or find a government organization to see how scientists study the secrets.

I raised my wrist and looked at my watch, a quarter past eight in the morning.

Breakfast was very filling.

It's time to go.

Feng Juan brought a heavy bag over: "Yangzi, your backpack, the items in it are all sorted out for you, and none of them will be left behind." ”

"Thank you." Fu Hongyang took the backpack, there were not many items in it, his strength was already very strong, if he lacked anything, he could just go to the abandoned residential house to search, there was no need to put the extra items in the backpack.

The yellow-haired Li Tao also ran over: "Yangzi, give it to you, see if it fits, this is what my master and I made up yesterday afternoon." ”

In his hand was a reconstructed steel weapon, one end of which was welded together like a hammer, and the other end was sharpened. This steel weapon is much heavier than the steel drill he used before, but it is more in line with his current strength, and the strike effect is also better.

One end can be stabbed, and the other end can be smashed.

Holding it in his hand, Fu Hongyang played a simple trick and immediately liked this weapon: "Thank you Li Tao, this weapon is good, very handy." ”

"If you think it's appropriate." Li Tao hammered Fu Hongyang's shoulder, "Be careful on the road." ”

Ge Dongxu came over and interjected: "Yangzi, give me a name for pulling the wind." ”

Fu Hongyang said succinctly: "Hammer." "The drill is the hammer of the steel drill, and the hammer is the hammer of the iron hammer, which just encompasses the structure of this weapon with a hammer at one end and a steel drill at the other.

"Oh my God, what a broken name this is!" Ge Dongxu was speechless.

Just when everyone was bustling and wanted to give the hammer a new name, suddenly Feng Juan stretched out her hand and raised her head, as if she was taking something.

Smack.

She saw a drop of water fall on her palm, and instantly exclaimed: "Rain, it's raining!" ”

"Huh?"

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the sky.

Fu Hongyang also stretched out his hand, and soon received a drop of cold rain: "It's really raining!" ”

"it!" Ge Dongxu howled on the spot, "It's raining, it's raining, the haze will definitely be washed away by the rain,, the end of the world won't pass like this, right?" ”

The answer is no.

The rain was pouring down, and the ground was quickly wet.

However, what is desperate is that even if it rains and the rain is not light, the smog outside has not been washed away by the rain. On the contrary, the haze is mixed with the rain, which evaporates more fog, and the visibility is reduced again and again, so that nothing can be seen outside the haze-free area, and even the haze-free area is filled with a layer of fog.

"Not big enough, not heavy enough!" Liu Dajun stood in the rain, letting the rain wet his clothes, "If it rains a little bigger, a bigger one will definitely wash away the haze!" ”

The rain did not listen to him and continued to maintain moderate rain levels.

Fu Hongyang turned around and walked under the eaves of the building, quietly watching the raindrops.

His mood was calmer than expected, and when the smog disaster just came in the first few days, he was looking forward to the rain, hoping that the rain could completely wash away the haze and return to the bright and sunny days. Now, however, he has adapted to life in the smog.

He even enjoyed this exciting evolutionary journey a little, and he didn't have much thought about whether this rain could wash away the haze.

If you wash it away, then return to life under the sun.

If you can't leave, you can continue with your current life.

"It's a pity that I can't leave today, and I have to wait two more days to find a government organization." He put his backpack back in his room and watched the rain wash over the smog.

The tumbling haze, steaming fog, and dripping rain are intertwined into a slightly eerie landscape painting.