"Most of the heterogeneous races did reduce the amount of mushrooms they ate, and it was basically consistent with the number of people who became ill. And the little aliens didn't touch a bite of that mushroom because they were picky eaters. ”

Listening to Xia Feng's report, it seems that the root cause of the disease has been discovered. The husband and wife glanced at each other, and Jiao Ming took the lead in asking: "How do you deal with the fungus balls?

"Of course not, the aliens take that ball very seriously, so they let them keep it for themselves. Binglian replied.

In fact, some people did mention it, but it was directly denied. First of all, it is uncertain how much retaliation the aliens will take if they damage the bulb, and the crocodile leader would not be worth the cost of risking such a drastic move. Secondly, this thing has great research value, even if the alien race discards it, it will only be carefully disassembled and studied, and it is impossible to smash such a brainless.

"It's okay, so the glowing mushroom should be fine, right?"

Binglian didn't answer, looking at Xia Feng. Xia Feng frowned slightly, took out two black things, and reported: "Both tribes have been relocated, and so have the two fungus balls, but no new mushrooms have been produced in the past three days. Only a small amount of dried mushrooms remained. ”

"Anyway, let's give it to the little alien first. Jiao Ming said that he did it himself, and thought about it during the feeding process. Could it be that this fungus ball is still not 'recognized', and it will take a while to start working when it moves to a new house? Or is it something that can't be moved at all? I couldn't help but turn my head to look at the ice lotus and asked, "Is this normal? Do the aliens have any experience of migration in the past?"

Binglian's expression was also not good-looking. Reminiscing about the various scattered information obtained from communicating with alien spirits. "This alien community has never migrated in this generation. But there seems to be one thing that may be related. ”

Jiao Ming didn't urge, but just brought water to pour down the little alien race.

After a moment, Bing Lian spoke again and said slowly, "A certain leader of the Seven Rings who communicated with my soul was once seriously injured and 'went into hibernation', which is the kind of suspended animation state of Nepmis. The actual age is a generation older than the current patriarch. When he was a child, the Germ Bulb was also discontinued, and the solution was to drive out a newly relocated colony under the leadership of the patriarch. ”

"And then the bulb is working?"

At least that's what the leader remembers. ”

After pondering for a moment, Jiao Ming asked again: "In the leader's memory, how far is the newly relocated alien community?"

"Memories are not complete, they cannot be estimated. "It's obvious that it's impossible to read a sense of distance when looking at a memory of someone else, let alone a cave environment.

"So how far away are the original settlements of these two alien communities that have just fought each other?"

"It's hard to determine the distance when you go around the cave, and it's ...... in a straight line I estimate at least seven or eight kilometers. ”

Jiao Ming's face became extremely bad, and he stood up and sat back again. "When the results of the little alien come out, let's go test it. ”

When the words fell, Jiao Ming's stomach screamed. Binglian immediately ordered Xia Feng to bring dinner, and when Jiao Ming finished eating, the situation of the little alien race also improved significantly. After a little discussion, the three of them walked out of the small cave and walked quickly, and soon came to the core of the goaf of the vein, that is, the place where the two fungus balls were stored.

First, he summoned everyone to explain that eating mushrooms could alleviate the symptoms, and under the 'coordination' of the crocodile duke, the alien reluctantly 'lent the fungus balls' for the time being. Jiao Ming teleported an iron box from the ground, stored one of the germ balls, and teleported horizontally to seven or eight kilometers away.

For the next ten minutes, everyone sat in a circle with the high-ranking people of different races, and although they communicated in simple language, they were all absent-minded, and from time to time they looked at the fungus ball in the middle of the cave and the cement pillar erected around the fungus ball for mushrooms to grow.

And with the lack of results, Jiao Ming's psychological pressure is also increasing. Binglian saw it in her eyes and proposed to play cards, after all, this kind of thing is really not enough to attract attention. Everyone agreed, and the high-ranking people of the alien race also decided to take a look at the freshness.

After a few years, the solitaire object is no longer the one that was originally hand-painted by Lilmauler. Although it is not yet at the level of the earth, the paper is hard enough, and the picture printing is beautiful enough. With these two points alone, the alien race can't put it down. After getting familiar with the gameplay, he is completely addicted to it, and he will not stare at Jiao Ming from time to time.

Another point worth complaining about is that the four arms of the alien race, holding cards in both hands, playing cards with one hand, and doing some small actions with one hand scratching the ears and cheeks, are quite suitable for some cards with many hands.

Humans and aliens are playing in the dark. First of all, although the human side has some knowledge of infectious diseases, after all, it is not their own disease, they are psychologically separated, and they subconsciously do not tell the seriousness of the matter to the alien race. The aliens are basking in the joy of the 'endless food', and a little worry is being diluted. In addition, the symptoms are only slightly weak and two coma, and he has not even been forced out of the state of 'great hibernation', let alone died. In the traditional perception of the high-level of the alien race, an incident of this magnitude is troublesome, but it is far from being a matter of life and death.

Time went into acceleration mode, until a few rounds later, when an alien screamed and flicked his tail. Everyone followed the reputation, but a pale green bacterial patch had appeared on the side of the stone pillar near the fungus ball, and the leader of the alien race stuck out his tongue and licked it, and then roared loudly, and the cheers of the alien races were repeated, and the sound spread, and soon the entire goaf of the mine was the same cheer.

The situation was clear, the crisis was lifted, Binglian breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to cheer with the surroundings, but turned her head to see Jiao Ming's gloomy face. At that moment, he pulled him into the jubilant sea, and asked solemnly: "What's wrong with you? Or is it some kind of 'conjecture without evidence'?"

Jiao Ming didn't answer, and hugged the ice lotus in his arms, "I'm sorry, it's me who is not good." I'll get back to normal. ”

Having said that, but in fact, Jiao Ming had already made up his mind to bury those thoughts in his heart completely.

Judging from these properties of the fungus ball, it is already certain that this thing is a 'small toy' released by a higher civilization or a 'god type', and the purpose is to control the development of underground alien races. They are unable to develop large settlements on their own, nor can they expand their communities by annexing them, and even limited communication becomes unnecessary. In this way, 'half-dead' goes on, there is no hope and no future. Even if there are some uncertainties, there is no guarantee that there will be no more drastic means to control the development of the underground alien race.

The only thing that is uncertain is the purpose of this means of control. Whether it is to hinder the development of the threat, or simply to keep watching. The former may still have a glimmer of hope for resistance, after all, it shows that there is something for his side to be feared by the enemies behind the scenes, although he does not know it yet. But the latter is utter despair, and the ants in the ant box try to resist, only to usher in the 'Great Purge', and then change the nest of ants in the ant box.

In any case, it can be summed up as follows: life is not up to oneself, and this abnormally high ceiling will make everyone feel depressed and even hopeless. It's better not to say it.

But from another point of view, although there is no such obvious evidence of this world, the earth is not the same. All kinds of apocalyptic theories are not uncommon, and there are even speculations that asteroids will destroy the biosphere.

But even if everything ends up in nothingness, even if we live in a 'sandbox'? People live without eating, they will be hungry, and if they don't drink water, they will be thirsty. So isn't the day in front of you how you should be spending?

It is irrational to completely disrupt the current life in order to completely disrupt the current life for a catastrophe on the scale of a 'biosphere reset' that does not know how far away it will occur. And why should people think so much about their lives, cherishing the people in the present and in front of them is the key.

Even if a disaster of this magnitude is unfortunate, it is nothing more than death. From a personal point of view, there is no essential difference between 'two eyes and one closed' and dying from other natural and man-made disasters.

Listening to Jiao Ming's sincere tone, his expression did not seem to be fake. Binglian was not able to experience this kind of open-mindedness from despair to 'what is in love', but only asked in surprise: "Really?"

"Of course. ”

After the ice lotus kissed, out of curiosity, he said, "That ......"

Jiao Ming hurriedly interrupted. "Don't ask about that, just pretend it didn't happen. ”

"Good. ”

The psychological impact of this worldview has come to an end, but all kinds of work still need to be continued. Although Jiao Ming became more and more disgusted with this 'germ ball', he felt awkward even at a glance. But after a night's rest to slow down his emotions, driven by the desire to explore, he still tested it a lot.

First of all, what made Jiao Ming most curious was the source of energy. Let mushrooms grow around, and the mushrooms can grow on their own, but there must be a source of energy. However, on the premise of not dismantling, several experiments were designed, but the results were not achieved, and it was not even clear whether it was self-generated or alien transmission.

It is also worth mentioning that in terms of material circulation, the bulbs require water and carbon sources. The former is an underground dark river, which needs to be carried and watered by underground aliens. The latter is the high concentration of carbon dioxide in the air of underground caverns.

The second is what Binglian is more concerned about, how far away the two germ balls will work normally. It's easy to test. As long as one is fixed in the goaf and the other is teleported away from a certain distance and retrieved within a few hours, the result is obtained according to the plaque growth on the inner wall of the iron box: 6.5 kilometers.

And in the course of this test, there are also unexpected discoveries. As long as the bulb is sent to the wall of Sicorton, it will not work no matter how far it is. Jiao Ming sighed, guessing that the makers of the 'germ ball' may still have some 'preference' for humans, of course, it is more likely that it is just like the isolation mechanism of the zoo, and there is no need to be sentimental.

Finally, under the premise that the alien race maintains a normal body, the intake of glowing mushrooms is the minimum amount of food to sustain survival. After obtaining the results, referring to the yield of the germ balls, the theoretical population limit for each alien community was simply calculated: 250. But these two communities are about 300 people, and after inquiry, I learned that this is because of the patience of the magic warriors, and the high-level leaders took the initiative to reduce the rations and give them to the larvae, so that they could slightly break through the population limit.

And this is the fundamental reason why the alien high-level has no resistance to food, and at the same time, it also makes the 'withdrawal reaction' of the alien high-level weak, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise on the other hand.

This experiment took three days. The portal from the ironworks to this goaf was officially completed, and most of the aliens saw the sky for the first time, except for a few high-level ones who were teleported to the surface to communicate with the Butterfly language. Whether it is the blue of the day or the bright stars of the night, it makes the aliens unable to take their eyes off.

Everything in the other surface worlds also fascinated the aliens, falling into a state where everything is fresh, and one by one they are incarnated as 100,000 'what is this', and the first crocodile dialect that most aliens learn is also this sentence.

Compared to the state of 'opening the door to a new world' of the alien race, Jiao Ming is more busy with work: erecting a second portal, from the underground mine goaf to the vicinity of the dark river, the water source of the two underground alien races.

The second camp was built in this way in order to allow the germs located here to start working. The glowing mushrooms produced can both alleviate the weakness of the aliens and prepare for the recruitment of more aliens in the future.

The aliens have consciously 'weaned' their dependence on glowing mushrooms. Fortunately, this addiction is only manifested in physical weakness, and there is no psychological dependence, which is quite relaxed on the whole.

From this point, it is not difficult to speculate on the situation of Nepmis. The Crocodile Collar's contact with the underground alien race, a similar process is likely to be played out in the Bawen family, and the tribe from Nepmis, who should have been aware of the properties of the glowing mushroom earlier.

During this time, Emily requested that the construction of the test chamber begin, and Emily only came to inspect it herself, and nodded in satisfaction. After all, it is only a rough house with a civil engineering foundation, and there is no experimental equipment, so it is not bad. However, Emily showed great interest in the underground aliens wandering around, and approached Jiao Ming to propose a research plan.

Jiao Ming's expression was strange and he refused, and after thinking about it for a while, he still took out some dried mushrooms and gave them to Emily, explaining the reason, which was regarded as a kind of prevarication. Not long ago, Emily had mentioned that the Wizards Guild had captured aliens and raised them to death, and the Wizards Guild had even issued a mission for this, but now it seems that the Glowing Mushroom is the blame.

Sending away Master Emily, who was staring at the underground alien race with an unwilling look, Jiao Ming remembered the task of squatting on the top of the mountain to guard the Deathwing Bird. Teleported to inquire about the situation, but received the answer of 'nothing', so he had to leave some supplies and a few words of comfort before leaving.

Probably because the disappointment was too conspicuous, the squatting guard felt ashamed, and hesitated to speak: "Although I didn't observe anything that looked like a deathwing bird, but the night before yesterday, I heard a strange sound, but unfortunately I couldn't see anything at the black goo. ”

"What's this strange method?"