Lu Feng’s way of thinking was hard to figure out. If An Zhe didn’t grasp the key points then the doctor couldn’t answer the questions. An Zhe was unable to get any news and sat next to Lu Feng, uneasy and frustrated because he didn’t get any answers. He also hated himself for not asking too much because he was afraid of revealing his identity. He even made up his mind to wait for Lu Feng to go again before following.

Then he heard Lu Feng’s light tone from next to him. “Focus on your work.”

An Zhe, “……”

At 5 in the afternoon, it was time for Lily to go back. Once she went back, Sinan no longer knocked on the wall in a sober manner and started to bump around the cell. An Zhe briefly recorded today’s situation and the doctor told him that he could go back.

An Zhe glanced at Lu Feng. Lu Feng told him, “I’ll stay here.”

The doctor explained, “He’s on duty tonight.”

“…Oh.”

A variety of experiments were conducted in the Lighthouse, most of which were related to the heterogeneous research. Sometimes improper conduct of the experiments would cause staff to be infected, so the Trial Court also had permanent staff assigned to the Lighthouse.

Thinking of this, An Zhe suddenly felt that things were a bit more difficult. He didn’t have an ID card and couldn’t return to his home. If Lu Feng didn’t go back with him then he had nowhere to go. He was thinking this when he saw Lu Feng take out the ID card from his uniform’s chest pocket.” Go back by yourself.”

An Zhe took it. “Thank you.”

The doctor interjected, “Tsk.”

An Zhe wondered, “Will you eat dinner here?”

Lu Feng continued to read the armament book as he spoke lightly, “Yes.”

An Zhe asked, “What will you eat?”

“The lab next door and Eden have combined to create a new compression nutrition powder.” The doctor spoke while tapping the keyboard. “For the time being, it is only used within the Lighthouse.”

Saying these words, the strength of his tapping on the keyboard increased by a lot. “It is the worst thing I’ve ever eaten in my life.”

An Zhe stood in place and thought for a moment. He realized that the ventilation duct and the Lighthouse were nothing. The only thing that could really help him find the spore was Lu Feng. He suggested to Lu Feng, “Do you want me to bring you a meal?”

Lu Feng glanced at him with cold eyes, mood unable to be seen. An Zhe also saw him turn to the ‘PL1109’ fighter plane page. Lu Feng didn’t answer and An Zhe whispered, “Then I’ll bring it for you.”

“Tsk.” The doctor made another sound.

“I want it too,” the doctor demanded.

Lu Feng told him, “You don’t.”