The Mosquito Swarm's Unrest

At the N City Research Institute.

A white-haired, short-haired researcher wearing dark glasses was looking at the images displayed on the computer, muttering incessantly:
"Why is this happening? Why is this happening?"
These words echoed repeatedly in his mouth, reverberating through the silent, empty research room, filled with his profound doubt.

This researcher was an elderly specialist in animal behavior, named Liu Song, over 60 years old this year.
He had originally retired, but due to the apocalypse and a severe shortage of personnel, he was invited back to the research institute to continue his work.
Although Professor Liu was advanced in age, he was incredibly serious about his work, basically residing at the research institute every day.
Previously, when the mosquito army attacked, it was Professor Liu who quickly analyzed their specific behavior, providing much assistance to everyone.

The matter of the mosquito army had long faded from the lives of N City residents, but the research institute did not cease its study of mosquitoes, constantly monitoring them, wanting to understand what these mosquitoes were truly trying to do, and what their purpose was.
Currently, one purpose of the mosquitoes was known: to make trees blossom and bear fruit. But were there other purposes?
Professor Liu was precisely researching these mosquitoes. He analyzed data on mosquitoes sent from research institutes in other regions.
He discovered that only in areas where mosquitoes stayed for more than a day, meaning over 24 hours, could trees blossom and bear fruit.
In areas where mosquitoes did not stay long, trees did not blossom or bear fruit, remaining a desolate expanse, showing no signs of life's wonder.
These areas had no blossoming trees, no glowing flowers, and no fruit. They remained as usual, unchanged, with no discernible origin.

Professor Liu carefully saved the images he was viewing, then, with a speed uncharacteristic of his age, he rushed out of the research room.
He ran while shouting loudly, and even when running with such large strides, he remembered to steady his glasses.
"Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin, where are you?"
"If you hear me, answer me!"
"Xiao Lin, hurry back to the research room!"
He completely forgot that the quickest and most convenient method was to make a phone call.
His phone was still next to the computer, but unfortunately, he didn't see it, choosing the most foolish method.
Of course, it might also be because he was too agitated and had forgotten his phone, opting for his instinctive action of going to call someone himself.

At this moment, Xiao Lin heard Professor Liu's voice and quickly ran back towards the research room.
Xiao Lin was Professor Liu's assistant, a young man in his early twenties, full name Lin Jian. He usually called Professor Liu "Professor Liu." Lin Jian also helped arrange Professor Liu's daily life.
Especially when Professor Liu would forget to eat or sleep for his research, it was all thanks to Lin Jian who urged him to eat. Otherwise, with Professor Liu's dedication to research, he would probably have long since starved to a shadow of his former self.
Lin Jian had just gone to another research room to deliver documents for Professor Liu.
Now, hearing Professor Liu's voice, Lin Jian quickly ran back.
Moreover, hearing Professor Liu's urgent tone, Lin Jian was also extremely anxious, his legs rapidly pumping forward, fearing he would delay Professor Liu's work.

Lin Jian ran breathlessly to Professor Liu, bent over, knees bent, hands on his knees, gasping for air.
"Professor Liu, is there, is there something urgent?"
Professor Liu saw Xiao Lin gasping for breath.
"Take a break, no rush! No rush!"
After resting for a moment, Lin Jian straightened up and said to Professor Liu: "Professor Liu, is there something urgent? You called so urgently just now."
"It's not overly urgent, it's just about that mosquito swarm. I've been watching the recent real-time videos and found it a bit unbelievable. I'm afraid I'm getting old and my eyes are playing tricks on me, so I hurried to call you back to help me take a look."
Lin Jian looked at Professor Liu, frowning, his face full of doubt.
"Professor Liu, let's go in and see!"
Having said that, he walked with Professor Liu towards the research room.

The two walked to the computer. Professor Liu opened the computer and adjusted the real-time video for Lin Jian to observe.
Upon seeing the scene in the video, Lin Jian couldn't believe his eyes. He leaned closer to the computer screen, wanting to get a better look, to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. This scene was probably a once-in-a-millennium occurrence.
As if finally accepting fate, Lin Jian slowly pulled his head, which was almost glued to the computer, back. He turned to Professor Liu, pointing at the computer.
"Professor Liu, is this really true? How can such a strange thing happen?"
Professor Liu looked at Lin Jian and smiled, saying: "Of course it's true, didn't you see it?"
"I just thought it was fake, that's why I wanted to call you back early. Judging by your reaction, it's indeed true."
"Professor Liu, then the two of us probably need to report this to the higher-ups! And we must find out the cause."
Professor Liu crossed his arms, his lips pressed tightly, then his brows relaxed, making a direct decision.
"First, let's report the incident. Then, we'll continue our research. That way, the higher-ups will have a basis."

Lin Jian sent this video to the higher-ups and also wrote a simple report.
This video was about what happened next with the mosquito swarm.
In the video, the peculiar and generous mosquito swarm willingly rushed to their deaths, unafraid, as if on a pilgrimage, heading towards death to give life.
Through satellite imagery, it seemed that mosquito swarms across the globe were all heading towards Fu Sang Nation.
This was no longer "it seemed"; it was indeed that global mosquito swarms were converging on Fu Sang Nation, or more precisely, towards Fu Sang Nation's active volcano.
All these mosquitoes plunged into the active volcano, as if wanting to extinguish it, endlessly.
The dense, black mosquito swarm surged towards the fiery red lava, but the lava still emitted heat, rendering any number of mosquitoes useless.

Professor Liu and Lin Jian looked at such a scene, feeling extremely strange.
Was this mosquito swarm "offering themselves as bait from thousands of miles away"?
Did they want to die that badly?
But why?
There must always be a reason, right?
Although, everyone had previously known that these mosquitoes liked fire, the higher the temperature, the more they liked it.
Therefore, from that perspective, it made sense for mosquitoes to rush into the volcano.
It's just that there were many other active volcanoes erupting globally, so why did it have to be the volcano in Fu Sang Nation?
Moreover, the scene Professor Liu and his team saw today was considered the first wave of mosquitoes "offering themselves as bait." Who knew how many more there would be afterward?
After all, from the image data collected from other places, mosquitoes everywhere were heading towards the volcano in Fu Sang Nation.
Along the way, even if some mosquitoes encountered other active volcanoes, they seemed not to see them, flying directly past as if nothing was there.
But isn't the instinct of mosquitoes to seek heat?
Was this considered a violation of their instinct?