After listening to this sentence, An Zhe thought back and found something relevant in the memories he obtained from An Ze. He asked, “Do the judges determine if the people who enter the base are human beings or infected people?”

“Yes. In addition to the infection that can be seen, there are some that can’t be seen. The mutation process hasn’t yet begun or the mutation level is too high and they look no different from humans. The base calls this type of person ‘heterogenous’.”

An Zhe’s eyes became wide. In that sense, he was a different kind.

Vance unbuttoned his jacket and put it to one side. He unscrewed the bottle of the kettle and continued, “The population of the base is too dense. If a heterogenous enters the base then there will be a crazy massacre, followed by large-scale infections. Whether a person is human or a heterogenous, the judgement process is called a trial.”

“That…” An Zhe wondered, “How can they discover a heterogenous?”

“What else can they do?” Vance frowned. “They are shot on the spot.”

An Zhe didn’t speak. He just lowered his head and took a bite of the compressed biscuit. He had just learned to eat the human way and human food was a bit rough for him. Swallowing scratched his mouth and throat. He ate slowly but his heart was beating quickly.

Slowly, he asked again, “Can they really recognize all the heterogenous people?”

Vance took a large sip of water. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, a trace of mourning in his tone. “Who knows? Death isn’t proof. No one knows if the people killed were really heterogenous. My brother was like that.”

An Zhe didn’t speak. Vance seemed to have answered the question but An Zhe just listened quietly.

“He… went to the First Plains with me at that time. This place has a lower pollution level than the Second Plains and I kept watching him. I was sure he wasn’t injured.” Vance smiled but his voice was hoarse. “However, there wasn’t an ordinary judge at the door of the base that day. It was their boss and everyone calls him ‘The Judge.’ Other judges who kill will give reasons but he doesn’t. He doesn’t accept any defense. Even if it is a top member of the base, killing is killing. He was like that on that day. He just looked at my brother and fired.”

“I don’t believe it but there is no way. This type of thing happens a lot. He has killed many people and too many people in the base hate him, which isn’t bad for me. Maybe one day, I’ll be killed by him.”