“He…” Holding the badge firmly in his palm, An Zhe’s tears finally fell down. “He has been a judge for seven years and killed many people… everyone hates him.”

“Still, he was good to me.” An Zhe smiled but his eyes were hot and his nose red. “In fact, he was good to everyone.”

“You say that you’re a monster but as a judge, I haven’t found the difference between you and humans. What about that judge?” Polly asked.

“He wasn’t sure.” An Zhe’s fingers trembled slightly as he gazed at the mountains in the distance. “The first time we met, he let me go.”

“Sir.” He asked, “If a judge let go of a heterogeneous the first time, would he let go the second time?”

Polly just glanced at him gently.

“He also let me go the second time. He let me go many times. Later, he knew I was a heterogeneous. But…”

He wanted to say something but nothing came out. His heart was being clenched tightly by one hand. He wanted to get rid of this imprisonment that couldn’t be escaped, but he couldn’t.

“I’m sorry…” He confirmed that he couldn’t say a complete sentence and spoke intermittently. “I… when I think of him, I… want to cry.”

Polly held An Zhe in his arms. “Don’t cry, child.”

“Live and you will see him again.”

“I won’t meet him anymore.” An Zhe grabbed Polly’s arm like he was grasping the last live-saving straw in the stormy sea of emotions. He couldn’t stop crying and he finally closed his eyes in a trembling manner, resting his forehead on Polly’s shoulder. “I’d rather… I preferred to have never met him.”

“Why?”

An Zhe couldn’t say anything.

“You can say anything to me, child.” Polly murmured. “You don’t have to fool me, you don’t have to fool yourself.”

An Zhe choked and he cried even more. He couldn’t understand human kinship but facing Polly, he seemed to know. This person was like a kind father, a loving priest or a tolerant God, who knelt in the temple of the lord and could confess everything like an ordinary man. However, he wasn’t facing anyone else or God, he was facing himself.

“I…” An Zhe opened his mouth, body trembling with severe pain and his mind blank. Finally, he crossed the emotional barrier and blurted out, “I want to see him…”

“I want to see him.” He repeated this sentence. “Sir, I want to see him. I want to see him. I don’t regret that I left him but I… I regret it.”

“I know… I know…” Polly patted him on the back, comforting him.