The head didn’t turn as the person asked, “What is it?”

“How do I get to District 6?”

“Get off at the supply station and change to train 2.”

“Thank you.”

Five minutes later, the train started. There was a mechanical voice reporting the platform name. Everything was strange to An Zhe. After several twists and turns and asking for directions, he finally got on the No. 2 train at the supply station. Then he got off the train correctly and arrived at District 6.

An Ze’s ID number was 3261170514. This wasn’t only a proof of his human identity but also represented his address. It was the 6th District in the Outer City, building 117, door number 0514.

However, shortly after getting off the train and when he was trying to find someone to ask for directions, he was suddenly pulled by a young boy. “Hello friend. Welcome, would you mind looking at this?”

Before An Zhe could speak, he had a white paper filled with large bloody letters shoved toward him. It said: Resist the tyranny of the judges. He didn’t understand but he didn’t ask. He just wondered, “Do you know how to get to Building 117?”

The boy requested, “It is on the way so do you mind going with us, do you?”

“…I don’t mind.”

“Then we’re all comrades.” The boy raised the white paper on his hand. It said in big red letters: Repeal the Judges Act.

They weren’t the only ones holding paper. Soon, they were pulled into a group of people. There were around 40 of them, each one holding a similar white paper or long banner. The sentences on the paper and banner were similar.

“We will voluntarily bear the cost of genetic testing.”

“The judges are human sinners.”

“Dissolve the court and seek justice for the innocent.”

At the same time, the crowd slowly moved forward and An Zhe could only move with them.

The city’s roads were narrowed. The sun shone on buildings and cast undulating shadows on the ground. In addition to them on the road, there were many adults who walked with their heads bowed. They looked up to this side but quickly looked away.

An Zhe questioned, “What are we doing?”

“A silent demonstration,” the boy replied. “We will wait until the day the Trial Court is dissolved.”

“…Oh.”

After walking for half an hour, he asked the boy next to him again, “Where is Building 117?”

“In front, we’re almost there.”

After another hour and a half, An Zhe asked again, “Where is Building 117?”

“I’m sorry!”The boy scratched his head. “I forgot about you. We walked past it. It is behind us.”

As he spoke, he turned to a place, “That direction. It isn’t far away. The building number is written on the side and you can see them.”

An Zhe told him, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”