“The dispersion centre remotely manages all the dispersers in the outer city.” Poet looked out the window. “In the wild, even a small flying insect might infect humans. The base uses a special frequency ultrasonic band to disperse them and ensure the absolute safety of the residents. Nothing can fly into the base. If there is something wrong with the dispersal centre then we will be exposed to the possibility of infection. For insects in the breeding season, human flesh is the best breeding ground for eggs.”

An Zhe sat on the bare bed with folded knees and asked, “What will happen?”

Poet reached out and pinched the back of his neck. “Suppose a little bug laid eggs in your skin last night. The bug’s genes and human’s genes will fuse. Three days later at most, you will be a sac with millions of eggs in you. Small bugs will fly out of your eyes and the respiratory tract and onto other people—”

Boss Shaw muttered, “Don’t scare the kid.”

Poet spoke slowly. “I’m serious.”

An Zhe thought back to the day when Lu Feng cut open the stomach of the heterogenous species at the supply station. His abdominal cavity and respiratory tract had been full of translucent bugs. He inquired, “Then what?”

Poet shook his head. “We can only pray that there is no major incident at the dispersal centre or the dispersal machines are soon repaired. Otherwise…” He sighed softly. “Otherwise, either the entire base will be infected or Judgment Day will reappear.”

An Zhe frowned and looked out the window at the empty streets. Then he listened to Boss Shaw ask, “Do you know Judgment Day?”

“I’ve heard a bit about it,” Poet replied.

Boss Shaw sighed. “I thought I could live as long as I stayed honestly at the base.”

“The base has been safe for too long.” Poet was still looking into the distance. “I always forget that safety is temporary and danger is eternal. Living is not what we deserve. To live is a gift.”

An Zhe didn’t understand and didn’t know how to ask questions.

He only had one question. “What is Judgment Day?”

Boss Shaw’s eyes moved to him “I forgot to ask you. What’s wrong with your clothes?”

An Zhe, “……”

He was wearing Lu Feng’s coat and his coat pocket had Lu Feng’s work manual and pen. Boss Shaw’s eyes narrowed. “Where were you when I was in the tent with Poet last night?” He asked. “Did you sleep with him?”

“No.” An Zhe always felt that Boss Shaw was questioning him and whispered, “He didn’t sleep.”

Boss Shaw chuckled. “How do you know he didn’t sleep? You slept with him. Say it.”

An Zhe knew he couldn’t say it and pretended to be deaf and dumb. “What is Judgment Day?”

Poet asked him, “Do you know how the Judge’s Act came about?”