He turned around and went home. 늀At this moment, Lu Xun's door suddenly made a sharp and rapid "beep".

He turned back and saw Lu Xun swiping the card, and the sensor was clearly attached to the correct card, but it was glowing red.

Lu Xun frowned.

An Zhe looked at him suspiciously.

늀See Lu Xun dial a number and briefly explain the current situation.

An explanation came from the other end of the microphone.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Xun looked at An Zhe and said, "The ID card in the main city was upgraded three years ago, but mine was not upgraded in time."

An Zhe thought, he might have really blamed Lu Xun wrongly.

But, but -

the roads in the main city are not complicated at all, and the buildings have conspicuous numbers. If you want to take the shuttle bus, even a mushroom like him knows when to get off.

For a moment, he hesitated. But in the end, for the sake of the spores, he still said: "Then you... go to my house first?"

Lu Xun readily agreed.

After inviting the judge to the sofa and turning on the TV for him, An Zhe went into the kitchen.

Before entering the kitchen, he asked: "Have you eaten?"

Lu Xun said no.

An Zhe's original intention of saying this was to hint that he could go downstairs to the collective cafeteria to eat, but Lu Xun's answer had a hidden meaning - it meant that he had to cook for two people today.

An Zhe cut two more potatoes. The collective canteen in the main city provides food and raw materials. During this month, he gradually got used to cooking soup by himself - it is richer and more delicious than the one in the canteen.

He put potatoes and small pieces of bacon into the pot, poured in clean water, and added milk. He turned on the fire, covered the pot, and returned to the living room.

The news was broadcasting the news that the restoration work of the dispersal center was progressing smoothly.

Lu Xun was reading his textbook on the sofa, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

This person will bully others when he is in a good mood, and he likes to talk to people when he is in a bad mood. For example, when he was on the train a month ago, he seemed to be unwilling to talk to himself at all.

After the impulsive emotion of being deceived subsided, he calmed down. While cutting potatoes in the kitchen, he seriously thought about his relationship with Lu Xun.

The key to finding spores is to establish a good relationship with Lu Xun.

The premise of establishing a good relationship with humans is to understand his preferences.

So An Zhe sat next to Lu Xun, and he saw Lu Xun reading a short poem describing the autumn scene in the textbook.

Lu Xun: "You teach this?"

An Zhe: "I'm still learning."

Lu Xun's active questioning made him confirm that this person was in the wrong mood.

So he said, "Colonel."

Lu Xun put down his textbook and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"Before, on the train," An Zhe lowered his eyes slightly and whispered, "You seemed unwilling to care about me. Did I do something wrong?"

Lu Xun looked at him deeply.

"No." He said lightly, "It's my problem."

An Zhe: "Is that so."

Lu Xun: "Do you care a lot?"

An Zhe: "...Hmm."

After a short silence, Lu Xun reached out.

His fingers stayed on the skin of An Zhe's neck for a moment, then moved down and took out the bullet shell he had hung around his neck.

An Zhe looked up at him with a little panic. He didn't know when Lu Xun discovered the existence of the bullet shell.

"I killed the black market boss's wife. You were next to her at that time. Were you working for her?"

An Zhe shook his head: "I was following Boss Xiao."

"3260563209, at the city gate." Lu Xun continued: "Is he your teammate or boyfriend?"

An Zhe: "Friend."

Lu Xun held the bullet shell around his neck and asked: "Who is this?"

An Zhe did not speak. He could not speak, but silence was also a kind of answer.

After the silence, Lu Xun did not ask any more questions and stuffed the bullet shell back into his collar.

"I've killed a lot of people. You were present at several recent mass killings." He said, "I'm surprised that you can still say I'm a good person in this situation."

An Zhe thought about it and found that it was indeed the case.

The first time they met, Lu Feng killed Fan Si. The second time they met was Du Sai. That night, the aliens sneaked into the city, and he killed another seventy-three people.

A month later, I stood in the isolation wall and witnessed the trial day. There were countless gunshots.

Finally, on the train leaving the outer city, beside him, Lu Feng issued the order to blow up District 6.

Lu Feng killed many people who were related to him.

However, this did not prevent him from thinking that Lu Xun was a good person. First of all, he knew that Lu Xun was very accurate in judging aliens. Secondly, even if he was recognized as an alien by Lu Xun and killed, or when Area 6 was bombed, he was also one of them, and it seemed that there was nothing to say. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. When he came to the human base, he had to accept human rules.

But Lu Xun was the one who carried out the death penalty.

"Are you sad because of this?" An Zhe asked.

"No." Lu Xun looked at him and said, "I know what I'm doing."

"Then..." An Zhe said a word.

Why is there an emotional fluctuation?

But Lu Xun seemed to see what he was thinking.

"I didn't violate the principles," he said, "but no one came to judge my right or wrong."

An Zhe remembered what the young judge Seran said to him, and he asked, "Are you sure about the right or wrong of the person you killed?"

"Yes, I am sure," Lu Xun looked out the window, his green eyes were like an ice-covered frozen lake, empty and distant and silent: "I do sometimes think... about the choices I made. What am I judging, and who will judge me in the end."

An Zhe didn't fully understand what he said. When humans go crazy, they may say some nonsense that others can understand.

But he thinks he understands.

Looking at Lu Xun, he said, "I don't hate you because of those things."

After a pause, he added, "You did nothing wrong."

Lu Xun looked at him and was silent for a long time. So long that An Zhe had an illusion - there was no frozen lake in those eyes, but gentle cold water.

Dusk slowly fell in this room, and Lu Xun stretched out his hand and rubbed An Zhe's hair.