Vance's blood spread in Anzhe's afterglow, deep red. The people in the queue heard the noise and turned their heads to look here. After seeing this scene, they turned back with normal expressions, as if nothing had happened.

But Vance was dead, a human was killed at the gate of the human base, and no one raised any objections.

So Anzhe suddenly realized that this person was the judge, the person that Vance mentioned to him a day ago.

He was the master of the tribunal, judging whether everyone who entered the gate was human or alien. He could decide the life and death of anyone, no matter who it was, and he didn't need to care.

And now it was his turn to be judged.

An Zhe's heart beat violently at first. The moment the gun was pointed at him, he realized that he would really die.

But looking at the judge's cold green eyes, he gradually regained his composure.

Coming to the North Base was a decision he had to make, so accepting the trial was his end, no matter what the result was.

He was silent in his heart for a few seconds.

One, two, three.

The gunshots did not sound for a long time. The judge pointed the gun at him and walked slowly towards this side.

The people in the queue seemed to speed up tacitly and spontaneously moved forward. A moment later, the place was empty, with only An Zhe left.

Eleven, twelve, thirteen.

When he counted to the fourteenth second, the judge came to him, put his ring finger on the gun handle, and lowered the gun. Then, he put away his weapon.

He said, "Follow me."

His tone was cold and indifferent, just like his eyes.

An Zhe stood there waiting for him to leave, but after three seconds, the man still didn't move.

He looked up in confusion, and then heard the judge's voice was even colder than before, saying, "Stretch out."

An Zhe stretched out his hand obediently.

Click.

He shivered from the cold.

One end of a silver handcuff was buckled on his wrist, and the other end was held by the officer.

——An Zhe was led away like this.

Strangely, when Fang Fans was killed, the people in the queue did not react at all, but now that he was taken away by the judge, they whispered to each other.

An Zhe only had time to look back at Fans's body before he was pulled into the city gate.

Once inside the city gate, he found that this was not a narrow passage, but a wide area divided into several spaces, with white lights everywhere, and the lights reflected on the steel walls, like the light of snow reflecting on the gray-white rock sheets in winter.

The soldiers and heavy weapons with live ammunition were no different from those outside. In the tight encirclement of heavy weapons and soldiers, there was a long white table. Three officers in black uniforms like the judges sat behind the table. An Zhe guessed that they were the judges. A human sat opposite them. The judge was asking him, "How is your relationship with your wife? Didn't she go with you when you left the city this time?"

From An Ze's memory, An Zhe learned that in addition to changes in appearance, demeanor and behavioral habits, the infected humans' mental state and memory would also be affected, so interrogation was one of the ways to identify aliens.

The man who brought him in took a look over there and said, "Hurry up."

The judge in the middle said "Yes" and looked at the person on trial opposite him: "You can leave now."

The man looked like a survivor, with a smile on his face, and stood up and quickly walked through the city gate passage.

So An Zhe knew that the man who brought him here was indeed the judge, and his words "hurry up" were not to urge the judge to speed up the interrogation, but to show that he had judged that the person being interrogated was completely human.

The next person being interrogated walked from the queue to the long table. The queue and the long table were far apart, with several door-like machines in the middle. There were turns and ups and downs on a certain section of the road. An Zhe realized that this was to show the judges the characteristics of the person being interrogated as much as possible.

But he didn't have time to see more, because the next second he was dragged around a corner and walked into a long corridor.

The man took out a black communication device and said, "Trial Court, Lu Feng, requesting a genetic test."

An Zhe guessed that the two words in the middle were his name.

Then, a mechanical door slid open in front of them, and Lu Feng walked straight in. An Zhe was dragged and stumbled, but he followed.

This was a silver-white room, with unknown mechanical devices from the ground to the ceiling. Six soldiers were standing guard in various places in the room. A young man with short blond hair, blue eyes, and a white coat sat behind the workbench at one end of the room.

"Colonel Lu actually came here," the man pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Don't you always solve all problems with a flick of the wrist?"

Lu Xun said, "Please cooperate, Doctor."

The doctor looked at Lu Xun, stood up, and said to An Zhe, "Follow me."

After following him, An Zhe was arranged to lie on a silver-white table, with his limbs fixed by mechanical rings and anklets. The doctor said, "Don't move."

Immediately afterwards, An Zhe felt a pain in his arm, and he turned his head over there and saw the doctor slowly drawing a tube of bright red blood from his body.

The doctor said, "The color of your blood is very healthy."

An Zhe: "Thank you for the compliment."

The doctor was amused by his answer.

"Send the blood for genetic testing, which will take one hour. The whole body enhanced scan is expected to take forty minutes. Don't move."

As he finished speaking, a blue light appeared on the silver stage, and a low humming sound was heard around him. There was no direction, and every particle of air was the source of the sound. The sound echoing from all directions reminded An Zhe of those distant nights in the abyss, when the distant sea made a dull sound of waves beating. When the night was darkest, the howling of unknown creatures would come from that direction, and the waves that could not be described in human language swept across the entire rainy season land.

The electric current was like countless ants crawling and biting on his body. Forty minutes was not a long time for a mushroom. But An Zhe felt that this might be the last forty minutes of his life, so he cherished it and looked carefully at the mechanical patterns on the ceiling.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard Lu Xun outside, "Andre told me that your inspection segment has been upgraded."

"You are well-informed," the doctor said, "We found that when the human body mutates, some special segments in the DNA will be activated, and we named it targets. The targets of animal mutations and plant mutations are two major categories. The improved genetic testing is carried out in two processes at the same time, one is animal target detection, and the other is plant, which takes a total of one hour."

Lu Xun: "Congratulations."

The doctor laughed and said, "Colonel, if the time taken for genetic testing is greatly shortened and the cost is reduced, will your court close down?"

"I am looking forward to it."

"You are so boring."

They stopped talking.

An Zhe looked at the silver ceiling and began to think about what species he was.

It's a mushroom.

The doctor said that mutations are divided into animal mutations and plant mutations.

He thinks that, first of all, mushrooms are not animals.

Secondly, mushrooms don't seem to belong to plants because they don't have leaves.