“All the experimental projects were stopped, the samples destroyed and the experimental bodies were killed. However, the base gave the fusion faction the opportunity to atone. We set up the Trial Court overnight, worked out the trial rules and tried the entire city. In those 10 days, we killed half of the base’s population.” Polly spoke slowly, “The infection was under control and the purity of human genes preserved. Later on, the trial system continued like this. The disaster encountered by the Virginia Base proved its validity.”

“I’ve been in the fusion faction for 10 years and a judge for four years,” Polly spoke slowly. There was a smile on his face but it was more like silent crying. “My original intention was to let everyone have a peaceful life but I killed my compatriots every day. Every day of those 14 years, my sins became deeper.”

An Zhe told him, “However, you also protected the base.”

“No,” Polly said. “I killed innocent people every day.”

An Zhe defended him. “You made detailed rules and acted in accordance with the rules. You didn’t kill innocent people.”

Polly’s answer was a shock. “There are no trial rules.”

An Zhe’s expression was blank for a second as he tried to digest the content of this sentence. He spoke with much difficulty. “No…ne?”

“To be precise, there are no 100% certain rules for determining a heterogeneous.” Polly’s voice sighed. “We have made trial rules using our research results. From all aspects—their appearance, action and thinking—we can judge the species through the biological difference from the external information. However, we can’t guarantee that it is absolutely correct. In fact, the detailed rules can only determine 80% of the heterogeneous species. The remaining 20% we can only rely on experience and intuition and… expand the scope of the execution. it is better to kill by mistake than to let one go.”

“The first iron clad rule of the true trial rules is that it can never be disclosed to the outside world no matter the circumstances. We don’t really follow any rules and the Trial Court always leaves room for manslaughter to ensure absolute security.” Polly’s voice gradually became lower. “When I was stationed at the outer city’s gate, whenever I executed a life, there was a 80% chance it might be a true heterogeneous and a 20% chance it was a human. However, for the sake of insurance, I directly shot them. In addition, among those 80% heterogeneous, 1 in 10,000 might have human consciousness and 65.5% might have their human consciousness restored after many years.”

His voice grew hoarse. “I still remember those four years.”

An Zhe imagined a scene like that and imagined himself being a judge.

He inquired, “So you left the base?”