CHAPTER 19

During his time as a mushroom, he didn’t have much of a concept of time. The sun rising and setting were just natural changes and he didn’t know how long it had been since he lost his spore.

February 14th, according to the human season, was the time when winter hadn’t yet passed. That’s right, in his memories and dreams, there was the chilling wind on the night when he lost his spore.

There wouldn’t be a second mushroom in the world who lost a spore in the same winter. It turned out that his meeting with Lu Feng was much earlier than the encounter at the gate. The Judge, separated from him by a wall, was the one who personally took the spore from him.

He paused and turned this work manual back. On the next page on February 20th, Lu Feng returned to the base and wrote that he handed over the samples to the Lighthouse.

After pausing on this line for three seconds, An Zhe turned the log back to June 17th and returned the black ballpoint pen to the page like it had never been read.

An Zhe looked away from the manual to the wall behind the desk. A judge had the supreme power to shoot anyone in the base or order all agencies in the city to cooperate. In an emergency, they could mobilize all the soldiers of the city’s defense station, just like Lu Feng had at the supply station that day. However, despite this high position, Lu Feng’s residence here was more deserted and simpler than An Zhe’s own room. Even the walls were only lightly painted, revealing the grey cement texture behind it.

On this grey wall, a little taller than a person, was a sentence written in red paint.

“Human interests takes precedence over everything else.”

An Zhe shuddered. The dungeon was too cold and he still didn’t feel easy. He shifted his gaze to the bed, hesitated for a few seconds before lying on it.

His hand sank onto the pillow. He didn’t dare wrap himself in the quilt as usual and just placed it lightly on his body. The quilt, pillows and sheets were all base-based materials and there was no difference between the quilts of a prisoner and this one. However, An Zhe felt it was very different. He was sleeping on the Judge’s bed while a brief conversation between Lu Feng and someone else drifted from the office on the other side of the wall. It was an indescribable feeling, dangerous but safe.