An Zhe listened hard and recognized that the sound came from next door to him. The sound was uniform and it wasn’t water droplets but the sound of an old mechanical watch moving. In the darkness, the second hand rotated at a constant speed and time was infinitely elongated.

Finally Jin Sen wondered, “Boss Shaw, you have a lot of experience. How long will we be locked up?”

“It won’t be long,” Boss Shaw replied. “The illegal theft of a judge’s information depends on the use. We didn’t harm the Judge.”

“I don’t think so. You made a profit,” Jin Sen refuted.

“Then I’d rather be locked up for a few more years.”

Jin Sen sighed. “The Judge is a judge. I was detained just for taking a photo. I should’ve kept selling my phones honestly. I was taking a photo and was taken away by the people of the Trial Court. I was scared to death at first.”

Boss Shaw didn’t speak but a clear young male voice came from the cell next door to An Zhe. “The crime of illegally stealing a judge’s information, I’ve seen it.”

Boss Shaw asked, “How many days did it take to be released?”

“The shortest is three days and the longest was three years. One was executed because he wanted to assassinate a judge.”

Boss Shaw tentatively inquired, “…Did he do it?”

“Attempted.”

“Yet he was executed?”

“That is what the Judge’s Act provides.” The voice was calm. “Without absolute security for a judge, there can’t be the absolute authority of the judge.”

Boss Shaw muttered, “That… we didn’t mean to harm him. How long would it be?”

The voice replied, “Look at the judge’s mood.”

An Zhe gripped the blanket. he felt that the Judge was in a very good mood. Then he heard Jin Sen ask curiously, “Brother, what did you do?”

“Sedition and the crime of spreading panic,” the voice told them.

Jin Sen seemed confused. “Eh?”

“I wrote for the cultural department and was arrested by the city guards.” The person next door explained. “Then the cultural department was closed down and I wasn’t released.”

An Zhe thought that this person was originally An Ze’s peer. He heard Jin Sen say, “How long will you be locked up here?”

“For life.”

Jin Sen was clearly silent for a moment. “You are playing with me.”

The man smiled and didn’t answer. An Zhe thought about it. According to An Ze’s memories, this had been a very safe job. He asked the person next door, “What did you write?”

The human said, “I wrote the science and history of the base. My pen name is Poet, have you heard of it?”

An Zhe replied, “No.”

Poet suggested, “Do you want to hear it? Your voice is very good.”