"You are a colonel of the Inquisitor, but you can only be confined in my laboratory." Dr. Ji put a stack of information on the table and said with a smile: "Do you need me to bring you food?"

The person sitting on the soft chair that originally belonged to Dr. Ji was not the doctor himself, but the Inquisitor in a black uniform. He crossed his arms in a nonchalant manner, his slender legs crossed, and there was no silver badge on his chest, but the silver tassels on the uniform filled the blank color, making his clothes and appearance still impeccable.

Frosty eyes swept across the silver-white laboratory: "Do you think I want to stay here?"

"I suggest you be nicer to me. I don't ask for much. It will be enough if we can get back to one hundredth of the friendship we had when we were kids." Dr. Ji said, "You have to recognize the situation. The Tribunal itself can't protect itself. If even I, your only friend in this base, no longer take you in, you will be torn apart by people outside immediately. I heard that the United Front Work Center held three consecutive meetings on whether the qualification of the judge to kill people beyond one's authority in the Judges Act should be abolished."

At this point, he winked playfully: "Do you regret choosing to come back from the wild?"

He wanted to provoke this man's emotional fluctuations, but failed. Lu Xun's expression did not change at all compared to before he heard this sentence.

——Since the discovery of the exchange between genetic pollution and inanimate matter, the base has fallen into a panic atmosphere. Perhaps the next moment the magnetic pole will be distorted and defeated, and they will become monsters, objects, or merge with this steel base. These 8,000 people are the elites and leaders of the army and lighthouse, the most superior population among the existing human beings. Because of their superior IQ, they are more able to foresee the terror of the doomsday that is bound to come. The dying base maintains a tense peace, like a lake with a thin layer of ice, seemingly solid, but in fact, as long as a stone is thrown, it can cause the entire collapse.

The cause of the incident was a shooting ten days ago.

"If it was someone else, forget it, you..." The doctor looked at the judge who was indifferent to anything he said and gritted his teeth.

The man who was killed was a highly respected scientist in the Lighthouse. He made outstanding contributions in calculating ballistics and improving artillery shells - therefore he was a leader in the military field. Naturally, researchers in the entire field admired him as a younger generation, and the military also respected him more.

Ten days ago, Lu Xun brought Seran to meet this scholar in the corridor of the United Front Center, and they even nodded to each other.

However, at the moment of passing each other, Lu Xun pulled out the gun on Seran's waist. His shooting skills were always accurate, and he pulled the trigger quickly and decisively. The bullet hit the back of the head of the artillery expert, and the blood plasma exploded like fireworks, and a corpse fell to the ground.

This incident shocked the entire base.

The students and friends of the deceased were all over the base. They claimed that the deceased was conscious and polite, and had a gentle temperament. There was no sign of infection at all, and they asked the court to give an explanation.

But the living person was dead, and the gene detection equipment was completely stopped because its core components were destroyed in the material fusion wave two months ago. There was no evidence to support the judge's judgment. In this regard, the judge's only statement was that he acted in full accordance with the trial rules.

Many old things were turned up, and the call for the court to publish the trial rules reached its peak during this period. However, due to the power granted to the court by the "Judges Act", they could not send Lu Feng to the military court - so the dispute over the "Act" also reached its peak. A young man named Colin, who claimed to be a pioneer of the anti-judgment movement in the outer city, escaped the disaster that left only 8,000 people alive in the main city because he was a teacher working in the Garden of Eden. At this moment, this passionate young man once again shouted the slogans that resonated in the outer city in the past, and at the same time strongly criticized the base military and other systems for their ruthless trampling on human nature. He quickly gained a large number of loyal supporters.

In response, the United Front Center chose to suppress it after a long silence. However, the existing humans in the base are mainly members of the Lighthouse and Eden, with limited manpower and no way to be ruthless. At this moment, if one person dies, the human race will be reduced by one in eight thousand. A riot broke out in a chaotic society of eight thousand people, which seemed to be an unsolvable problem.

At such a cusp, a piece of data that was rarely known in the past was circulated from the inside of the Lighthouse and was distributed everywhere.

It was a top-secret file of the "Fusion Faction" many years ago. People kept silent about the existence of this faction, but they did have unquestionable scientific research capabilities. In the ten-year experiment and observation, they estimated a probability - one in ten thousand living people infected by the gene may retain a certain degree of human consciousness while acquiring monster characteristics, and one in six thousand five hundred may recover a certain degree of human consciousness again within three years after fully transforming into a monster.

To make matters worse, this data also comes with an objective note that one in ten thousand and one in six thousand five hundred are only theoretical estimates, and the real probability may be slightly higher in reality.

The day this data was leaked, the whole base was shocked.

In response, Colin wrote a long article entitled "One Hundred Years of the Tribunal - Unproven Sins".

At the same time, a crazy soldier lurked outside the tribunal and shot the judge. It is said that his beloved superiors and comrades were killed by the judge's gun, but unfortunately, the judge was a soldier who was a hundred times better than him in every aspect, and the bullet did not hit him at all. But this move inspired others, and for a while, the court became the target of public criticism in various senses.

- Until Dr. Gibland submitted an application to the lighthouse.

Dr. Ji suggested that the spore samples from the abyss showed unprecedented inertia in terms of infection and being infected, deformation and being deformed. If the mechanism can be studied clearly and applied to the human body, humans may also be able to obtain this valuable feature. However, this strange, active spore showed an extraordinary closeness to Colonel Lu of the Tribunal. When it came into contact with the colonel, its growth speed and cell activity would increase.

Therefore, Colonel Lu must cooperate with this research project, and the base must also ensure the colonel's personal safety. This may be the last hope for mankind.

So a certain Colonel Lu appeared in Dr. Ji's laboratory.

"The expected three months are coming. Although there is a lack of definite evidence, the fate of mankind is counting down." Dr. Ji sat down next to Lu Xun and said, "The main city never cared about the judge system, but now they are about to face the judgement like the outer city. You have to understand that once the magnetic pole is defeated by the distortion, everyone is at risk of being infected, everyone will face the judgement, and everyone may die under your gun. Although the Tribunal is doing nothing now, it has become their spiritual enemy. The total distortion will eventually come, and they hope they can do that. " Is it one of the 10,000 or one of the 6,500? Toppling you can make them live a little longer. It has nothing to do with what you have done. Fear of death is the instinct of animals."

At this point, he frowned slightly and said softly: "For so many years, no matter how hard the court was pressed, it never leaked a word about the trial rules. I believe you must have a reason to do so. But in fact, I have always wanted to ask you another question. The data of the fusion faction, did you know it before?"

Lu Xun looked past him and looked at the spores floating in the green culture medium.

Because he was in the room, the mycelium of the spores stretched loosely. It grew a little bigger, and the core was as big as a human palm.

"Are you sure?" he asked lightly.

"Unfortunately, no. It is a liar just like that damned little thing of Anzhe. Now its only function is to act as your shield, and I don't know how long it can shield you." Dr. Ji looked at Lu Xun's eyes.

Those eyes - green eyes. The northern base is mainly inhabited by Asians, and other races live together. Black pupils are common, and other colors - such as blue and brown are not uncommon, but this frosty green is too special. Sometimes he will have an illusion that this is some kind of emotionless inorganic substance, just like this person's usual gaze.

It seems that no matter how many people he kills, no matter how others look at him, he will not be moved. He does not need understanding, let alone forgiveness. He has always been so high and mighty.

A feeling of powerlessness and regret came over the doctor.

"I shouldn't have cared about you, let alone tried to comfort you, because you didn't care at all." He took a deep breath, spread his hands, and said, "Every time I tried to convince myself that you were a good person, you told me with your actions that you are really... really gifted in being cold and ruthless."

He looked at Lu Xun's face - the man's facial features were so exquisite and intense that they looked like a carved doll, but unfortunately the material was frozen ice that had not melted for thousands of years. The situation outside was so tense that the doctor was afraid that someone would break down the door of the laboratory and throw stones at the Inquisitor in the next moment, but his expression did not show any inner pain and torture. On the contrary, his slightly drooping eyelashes showed a solemn calmness, like a ghostly black butterfly resting on the solemn window of the temple.

The Inquisitor Act had not yet been repealed, and Lu Xun's permissions in the electronic system were still very high. At this moment, the computer screen next to him was still playing the real-time surveillance video of the crowded area of ​​the base to confirm that no one was infected.

The doctor gave up and sarcastically said, "I'm really curious about what your expression will be when you are hanged by everyone in the base."

After saying that, he stared into Lu Xun's eyes, trying to capture his emotional fluctuations. Unfortunately, Lu Xun was not attracted by this fierce look. He was looking at the spores, or the entire culture instrument, or something in the void.

"Thank you," the cold voice said, "I deserve it."

Dr. Ji's fist on the table loosened and clenched, and finally he leaned back in his chair and said, "I shouldn't have pushed you away, you would have gone crazy."

"I'm sober." Lu Xun finally turned his gaze back to him, "Is there anything I can do to help in the laboratory?"

"Take good care of this little fungus of yours and make it grow faster," the doctor said, "If possible, help me keep an eye on the institute's communication channel."