Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1095: Discussing What Bohemia Doesnât Care About
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Chapter 1095: Discussing What Bohemia Doesnât Care About
Upon careful consideration, you might not find this too strange.
People live inside the mushrooms, tend to the mushroom farms, wear clothing made from mushroom materials, and walk on the ground made from mushroom caps. Even half of their diet consists of various mushrooms⊠The result of living together year-round is that, intentionally or not, everyone carries a large number of spores inside them.
âThat old lady decided to use her life to stop us because she had placed her hope on the spores inside her body. Once we were contaminated by the spores released from her body after death, we would immediately experience that happiness similar to finding the truth and become a part of the mushroom society â or what they call themselves, the âServants of Truth.â Through this action, the old lady could eliminate a threat to society. People here donât hold life in high regard, and perhaps in her eyes, after living for so many years, using her life to secure the stability of society was a profitable trade.â
âI wonât do such a foolish thing,â Bohemia said, crossing her arms. âBut I donât need to do that either. Iâm a posthuman; itâs simple to catch a thief, right?â
Although she said that, there was a hint of hesitation in her tone. She lowered her head, and her golden-brown curly hair was disheveled, partially covering her face, making her expression hard to discern.
Lin Sanjiu glanced at her and continued, âIâm concerned that after you become a part of the mushroom society, even if you arenât forcibly transformed, these thoughts and att.i.tudes might gradually seep into your consciousness. People are much more susceptible to influence than they think.â
Bohemia remained silent.
âItâs like how birds and animals carry seeds far away after eating fruit⊠but the situation is slightly different. People should be aware that there are spores inside them, and theyâve long grown accustomed to it. They transport the bodies to places where mushrooms donât grow, hoping that, after a rain, new mushrooms will sprout from the corpses. Do you remember? When we were in the detention center, the weather was gloomy, and it was about to rain soon. Everyone kept telling us that it was a good day and that new housing would become available soon⊠It was because the timing for mushroom growth had arrived.â
âThose disgusting bean sprouts also grew after that rain.â
After a while, Bohemia suddenly looked up. Her face was so wrinkled that it resembled a rag, âSo you mean, as long as I get wet, thereâs a chance mushrooms might grow out of my body at any time?â
Although she didnât want Bohemia to stay, Lin Sanjiu couldnât lie to her. If Bohemia was going to make a decision that would impact the rest of her life, she needed to hear the whole truth.
âIt shouldnât happen, I think,â Lin Sanjiu admitted. âFrom a certain perspective, these spores are like bacteria. Our skin and bodies usually carry astronomical numbers of bacteria, but as long as the immune system functions properly, humans can live without any issues, and these bacteria donât affect us. I believe the relations.h.i.+p between spores and the human body should be similarâŠâ
After all, humans and mushrooms jointly formed an ecological cycle. If spores grew uncontrollably from living people and affected human survival to the point where they disrupted the balance, it would be detrimental to the mushrooms themselves.
The tightly wrinkled rag-like expression relaxed, and Bohemiaâs face returned to its smooth appearance. She waved her hand dismissively, completely unburdened. This casual att.i.tude startled Lin Sanjiu a little, âItâs not a big deal. Our bodies are naturally hosting so many things. Whatâs the difference between hosting bacteria or spores?â
If this didnât faze her, the next point might not deter Bohemia either. Lin Sanjiu sighed, âIt seems like people here canât reproduce and have offspring.â
âThatâs not true,â Bohemia insisted. She had to bring up Mei Jia, who indeed had a mother. Furthermore, in this society, there were many children of various ages. If people couldnât reproduce, where did these children come from? In truth, Lin Sanjiuâs conclusion was half speculative, and if she was pressed to explain âwhy,â she couldnât provide any evidence. As she hesitated about how to explain this, she suddenly realized that Bohemia wasnât the one who had spoken.
Dr. Hu had just been sleeping soundly like a log moments ago, but now he suddenly sat up, his eyes alert and without any signs of drowsiness. Truly, he was a cat.
Turning around, Lin Sanjiu noticed the receptionist standing not far behind the two of them, seemingly having appeared out of nowhere. Even the posthumans hadnât heard his footsteps. He stood with his hands clasped together, with a mild and gentle expression, almost like a leaf gently blown by the wind â indeed, compared to the hot-blooded, loud-voiced humans, his temperament was closer to that of plants like bamboo or orchids. Lin Sanjiu lowered her head to look at his shoes and faintly saw a thick, white cus.h.i.+on-like material at the edges.
When she turned her head, the burning pain at the back of her head stirred, clouding her mind once again. Her current condition was truly dire, and at times, she couldnât even grasp quite obvious things. She glanced at the receptionist and asked, âHow long have you been standing there?â
âIâm sorry, I entered the courtyard from the other entrance,â the receptionist explained, gesturing to the side of the low building, where from Lin Sanjiuâs perspective, there was only a wall. âYou both seemed very engrossed in your conversation, and I couldnât help but stop to listen. I heard you say that people here canât reproduce and couldnât help speaking up. Iâm truly sorry if I startled you.â
âReproduction or whatever has nothing to do with me,â Bohemia interjected languidly, âI donât even know how many years Iâve got left in this life. Why bother thinking about things so remote? Whether or not they can reproduce doesnât concern me. Maybe she got it wrong?â
Even though she had no interest in the topic, it didnât stop her from wanting the people in the mushroom society to be as normal as possible. Lin Sanjiu turned to the receptionist, asking in a serious tone, âIs it really like that?â
Despite having almost no concrete evidence to support her guess, she didnât believe she was wrong. Perhaps now was an opportunity to see if the receptionist would lie.
The receptionist tilted his head slightly, appearing to find this question somewhat tricky. He lightly scratched his chin.
âIn reality, our physiological structure is identical to yours, as we are all humans. Of course, the reanimated corpses modified by the ants, while they may look similar to us, are no longer considered human. In any case, you have reproductive functions, and so do we.â
Lin Sanjiu felt he hadnât said everything.
âHowever, approximately five years ago,â he confessed with a hint of embarra.s.sment, revealing a row of pearly white teeth that gave the impression he wasnât accustomed to sharing his private matters with strangers, âI chose to voluntarily give up my reproductive capability.â
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