Maybe three seconds, maybe four seconds, Lu Xun's fingers left his profile, and that little bit of warmth was fleeting in the evening breeze and soon dissipated.

An Zhe opened his eyes again and saw his leaving back, exactly the same as the one he saw at the base gate that day.

At this moment, snow-white lights suddenly lit up in the square.

An Zhe squinted his eyes, and Lu Xun's figure was blurred in his sight. When his vision became clear again, the black figure had been lost in the vast crowd. Soldiers from the city defense station came forward and carried away Du Sai's body. Her long brown hair flowed with the color of honey under the light, and she closed her eyes with a very peaceful expression. An Zhe didn't know what she was thinking in the last moment, and maybe he would never know.

Many people looked over here, and when the soldiers of the city defense station went far away, they began to whisper to each other. An Zhe had good hearing and caught every word. Many people knew the mistress of the underground third floor of the black market. They were all regretting the departure of a beautiful woman, and more were afraid that they would also be parasitized by monsters.

Soon, the guidance of the mechanical female voice sounded.

"Please stay where you are and wait. After 30 minutes, the court will begin to check one by one."

The voice was very soft, but no one wanted to appreciate it. People looked at each other briefly, and then they immediately realized that at this time, no one knew whether the people around them were real humans. The crowd began to wriggle like a swarm of ants. Everyone tried to separate themselves from the people around them, regardless of whether they knew each other or not. In the end, the chaotic crowd became a sparse grid. An Zhe stood at the edge, next to the bloodstains left by Du Sai. His eyes swept across the fear and shock on the faces of the humans around him. The human base and the abyss were not fundamentally different.

A harsh voice suddenly sounded in the distance: "There's something on his face!"

Then there were sounds of movement, as if people were fighting, and then there was a loud dispute. Thirty seconds later, a gunshot ended everything.

Deathly silence. The deadly silence enveloped the square, and even the sound of breathing was silent. If someone told An Zhe that the place he was in was actually a cemetery, and the people around him were actually tombstones, he would not doubt the truth of this sentence.

He looked around, wanting to know where Lu Xun was, but there were too many people, stacked up, and he couldn't find him. Finally, An Zhe retracted his gaze and looked at the marble floor of the square, which was reflected by the lights.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

Five meters in front of him, under the feet of a man, there was a flash of brass.

His first reaction was that the bullet shell hanging around his neck had fallen off, so he quickly reached for his collar and felt the small cylindrical object hit his hand through a layer of shirt - it was not lost.

He stared at the ground and took a few steps forward - the man next to him cursed and distanced himself from him.

"I'm sorry." An Zhe explained, "It fell."

He walked past a few people and a few steps, then he came there, squatted down, and picked up a brass-colored, cylindrical bullet shell from the ground.

The moment he took it, his hand trembled slightly.

- He was very, very familiar with the weight, pattern and size. He held this bullet shell and couldn't tell the difference between it and the one around his neck.

His penis throbbed violently a few times, and he held it tightly and stood up.

He thought of five minutes ago, when Du Sai touched the blisters on her forehead that were infested with insects and realized that she could not survive and that she would definitely be executed by the judge. But at the same time as she was afraid, she seemed to want to get closer to the judge, so she took a few steps in that direction. But before she could get in front of Lu Xun as she wished, the bullet pierced her body.

Where was Lu Xun standing at that time?

An Zhe looked at the dark bloodstains on the ground not far away - at that time, Lu Xun was standing where he was standing, or not far away, and he fired the gun.

What is the shell? He knew about the outer shell of the bullet, and Anze also had similar knowledge in his memory. When the bullet leaves the barrel and shoots out, the shell will be bounced back and fall to the ground.

There is no doubt that the shell he picked up now belongs to Lu Xun, the owner of the Tribunal. What about the identical shell he picked up in the wild, where the spores were discarded? Is it also related to the Tribunal?

An unspeakable feeling surged over Anzhe's head. He felt a fear that could be accurately described. If the spores were related to the Tribunal, it would be very difficult to retrieve the spores. He couldn't ask directly. Asking the spores was tantamount to admitting that he was a mushroom. But at the same time, he also felt a little relieved. Now he had a clue.

Thirty minutes passed while I was thinking about this. The mechanical female voice sounded again: "The buffer time is over. Please line up in order to undergo infection screening. Please leave after passing the screening."

After the instructions were played several times, a light in a place across the square lit up, and people began to move slightly in that direction to be screened.

Standing next to An Zhe seemed to be a pair of girls - they seemed to be girls, because one of them was a little older and had a beard, and the other was an underage boy of thirteen or fourteen years old.

He heard the boy ask: "Why wait for thirty minutes?"

"The judges are not machines. You were just bitten by a bug, and they can tell that you are infected," his father whispered, "The court said that they can tell after thirty minutes of infection. You haven't been to the city gate, and the queue time at the city gate is also thirty minutes."

The boy said: "Oh."

But then he said: "Then how did they know it?"

"Don't ask." His father said: "How do you know how they know it."

"I heard that they want to kill someone--"

"Shut up." The father's voice was short and a little fearful: "Do you want to be shot now?"

As if to verify the father's words, a gunshot was heard from the other side of the square.

They stopped talking immediately.

The judge checked the crowd very quickly, and the intervals between the gunshots made people tremble. It was very even for a while, every ten minutes, there was a gunshot, sometimes several times in a row. After these several gunshots, the judges stopped shooting for a long time. The father next to Anzhe said: "It's almost done." The

moment the voice fell, the gunshot rang again, and the boy he brought with him shuddered.

The humans who were judged to be infected were killed on the spot, and those who were judged to be safe left through the opening. The square was getting more and more crowded. People spontaneously gathered into a loose team and slowly moved forward. An Zhe stood at the end of the team. Every time a sound was made, he counted. When he himself approached the exit, the number had reached seventy-three - he saw a stone pillar at the exit, and Lu Xun leaned against it, a slender silhouette under the light. Two judges were on his side, and on both sides, there were heavily armed soldiers from the city defense post, and the ground in front of them was covered with blood.

No, there was more than blood. There were things scattered on the ground in an irregular pattern, all brass-colored bullet shells.

The two people in front of him passed safely, and it was An Zhe's turn next. He walked forward a few steps and stopped in front of Lu Xun.

Lu Xun was taller than him, so he had to raise his head slightly to meet Lu Xun's gaze - and then he felt Lu Xun's eyes looking him up and down.

"What's in your hand?"

An Zhe didn't expect that even such a small object in his hand could be discovered. Facing the judge's cold and condescending eyes, he could only raise his hand, spread his five fingers, and reveal the bullet shell lying on his palm. Like the scattered bullet shells on the ground, it represented a human being executed by the judge.

Silence spread between them.

After a long while, An Zhe heard Lu Xun say, "Let's go."

The wind was too strong in the middle of the night, dispersing the sound. Lu Xun's voice reached his ears, lower than usual.

An Zhe turned around silently and walked into the deep night.