He held the water glass and walked back to his place with a heavy heart at the thought of continuing to face Lu Feng. The Judge helped him carry things up the stairs late at night and actually came in to have a glass of water. Was he thirsty from patrolling outside all night? If he told this experience to Boss Shaw tomorrow, Boss Shaw had only one thing on his mind and would definitely say, “He wants to sleep with you.”

Wrong.

An Zhe stopped moving. He suddenly remembered why Boss Shaw had left the box with him.

It was because Jin Sen selling mobile phones at the black market suddenly couldn’t be contacted. Boss Shaw felt something was strange and could no longer bring the Judge’s doll back to the store.

He frowned and started to recall Lu Feng’s every move. The Trial Court liked to patrol in groups. For example, Lu Feng had brought three people to the entrance of the black market. Why was he alone now and why did he appear downstairs? Moreover, Lu Feng seemed to have a mind-reading ability. Any abnormalities in the past would be discovered by him. Yet why didn’t he ask what was in the box?

An Zhe had just placed his hand on the doorknob and now he stopped. He felt that the Judge had perhaps come to catch him. He quickly pulled out his communicator and called AE77243, Boss Shaw’s number. The following words appeared on the communicator’s black and white electronic screen: Can’t answer.

Alarm bells rang in An Zhe’s head. Just then, a cold and life-threatening voice was heard from inside the door. “Come in.”

An Zhe’s heart jumped several times. He took a deep breath and opened the door. He saw Lu Feng still standing in his original position, head slightly bowed, trolley box beside him while it was unknown what he was thinking. An Zhe took two steps and handed over the cup. “Colonel, your water.”

Lu Feng was motionless. An Zhe suddenly realized something. He slowly turned towards the other side of the room. Then he met the real Lu Feng’s eyes. Lu Feng sat at the desk with his legs crossed. In his seated position, he held a piece of paper in his hand and looked up at An Zhe.

An Zhe knew true despair. Yet at this moment, he could only slowly step forward and place the cup on the desk. “Your water.”

Lu Feng picked up the cup, placed it against his lips and took a sip. Then he frowned slightly. “It’s cold?”

An Zhe didn’t want to talk. It seemed he had done another thing wrong. Lu Feng put the water cup and paper back on the table before looking at him.

An Zhe quickly opened his mouth. ”I was wrong.”

Lu Feng didn’t speak. After a full 10 seconds, he inquired, “What crime did you commit?”