Many people were looking to this side. Once the city’s soldiers went away, they started to whisper. An Zhe’s hearing was good and he captured a few words. Many people knew the hostess of the third underground floor of the black market. Some of them lamented the departure of a beautiful woman while some of them were afraid they were infected by the monster.

Soon, the guidance of the mechanical female voice rang out. “Please stay where you are. After 30 minutes, the Trial Court will begin to examine each one of you.”

The voice was soft but no one appreciated. People glanced at each other briefly and then seemed to realize that at this time, no one knew if the person around them was a real human or not. The crowd squirmed like an ant colony as everyone tried to separate from the people around them, whether they knew the person or not. Eventually, the chaotic crowd became a sparse square. An Zhe stood at the edge, beside the blood stains left by Du Sai. His eyes were gazing at the trembling expressions of the humans around him. The human base was fundamentally no different from the Abyss.

A shrill voice was suddenly heard in the distance. “There’s something on his face!”

Then came the sound of action, as if someone had hit out. After that, there was a loud argument and 30 seconds later, a gunshot ended it all.

There was dead silence. The silent atmosphere enveloped the square and even the sound of breathing was quiet. If someone told An Zhe that his current location was actually a cemetery and the people around him were actually tombstones then he wouldn’t doubt the truth of this sentence.

He glanced around, wondering where Lu Feng was. However, there were too many people and he couldn’t find Lu Feng. At last, An Zhe retracted his gaze and looked at the marble floor of the square which was illuminated by the white light.

Suddenly, his gaze stopped. Five metres in front of him, at the foot of a man, was a small flash of brass. His first reaction was that the bullet casing around his neck had fallen off. He quickly touched his neck and found something cylindrical across the layer of shirt. It wasn’t lost.

He stared at the ground and took a few steps forward. The man next to him scolded An Zhe and distanced himself.

“I’m sorry, I dropped something,” An Zhe explained.

After walking past a few people, he arrived there. He crouched down and picked up the brass-coloured, cylindrical bullet casing from the ground. The moment he got it, his hand trembled slightly. It was his. The weight, pattern and size were all very familiar. He couldn’t tell the difference between the one he was holding and the one around his neck. His heart beat hard a few times. He gripped it and got up.