Little Mushroom

An Zhe was opened by Lu Yan and wrapped around his head with a uniform coat.

Of course, the poet and Boss Xiao were also taken out--but they wrapped their heads by themselves.

A small ultrasonic jammer was tuned to Lu Jian by the door of the building, which temporarily cleared a space of 10 meters. Anzhe was safely inserted into the car. The poet and boss Xiao also rushed in, and the three crowded into the back seat on.

Lu Yan returned to the driver's seat and said, "Overloaded."

An Zhe inexplicably felt that the judge was targeting him again.

Mr. Xiao took the initiative and said, "Report Colonel, I am not human and I am not overloaded."

"Oh." Lu Yan said.

He called a newsletter: "The ultrasonic jammer rescue plan is feasible, and it is recommended to organize a large-scale transfer of residents."

Howard's voice came from the communicator: "Transfer to underground shelter?"

Lu Yandao: "I will go to the refuge in Area 8 to confirm my safety."

"There is work."

Lu Yan started the engine, and their car turned a corner and drove in the direction of the 8th district.

Along the way, Lu Yan ’s communicator went crazy. The city office just sent a signal for help, and District 5 requested reinforcements. After the area 5 was just reinforced, the trial court again said that it was not enough.

Later, Lu Yan's answer has become very mechanical.

"Please transfer to the city defense."

"Please transfer to the city defense."

"Please transfer to the city defense."

"Hard work, please transfer to the city defense."

"Lu Yan, you fuck--"

-This time opposite Howard.

Lu Yan directly hung up the communication.

After hanging up, he frowned slightly, and said to the researcher next to him, "Did I get any communication from Zone 6?"

Researcher: "It doesn't seem to be."

Lu Yan dialed: "Zone 6?"

"Hello, this is the District 6 city office. Excuse me ..."

The connection person's tone was smooth, and even Anzhe was surprised.

Lu Yan was even more frowning: "Trial Chamber, Lu Yan. How is the situation in District 6?"

Opposite pause: "Everything in Zone 6 is normal. What do you have--"

Lu Yan interrupted again: "Everything is OK?"

"Yes."

Lu Yan simply hung up the phone and looked at the researcher.

The researcher was stunned first, and then his voice was difficult to hide: "There is only one explanation, and the emergency procedure for the 6-zone ultrasonic disperser was successfully launched."

Poet: "Wow."

Lu Ye continued to call the communication: "Trial Chamber, Lu Ye, please confirm again that everything is normal in Area 6, please confirm that the disperser is working normally."

"Confirm everything is OK." The operator's voice even had a hint of doubt: "Colonel, is something wrong?"

"Yes." Lu Yan's answer was short and straightforward: "Raise the wall immediately, confirm the supply of materials, and prepare for emergency containment."

"Yes!"

"Howard. The situation has changed, and the city has sought refuge in District 6."

"Okay," said over there: "Responsible personnel of the city defense station were transferred."

"Received," Lu Yan said, "screening officers of the trial court."

"There is work."

After the communication hangs up, Lu Yan dialed a number again, and Anzh noticed that the number was extremely short.

"Main city, United Front. Hello, Colonel."

"Trial Chamber, Lu Yan. Ask for trial permission across the city."

"Please give the expected mortality rate and the duration of implementation."

Lu Yan was silent for three seconds and said, "Sixty percent, five days."

"Please wait."

"The whole trial ..." An Zhe heard the poet murmured next to him: "This is not ..."

Boss Xiao stared straight ahead and said, "Judgment Day."

Five minutes later, a voice came from the communicator.

"Permit execution."

"Yes."

The front of the car turned and headed towards the 6th area.

Along the way, An Zhe felt that Lu Yan was extremely silent.

As they entered the road in Zone 5, a huge armored vehicle parked in front of the city defense station—an ugly ultrasound system was temporarily installed on the armored roof—is helping the residents in the building. Lu Yan stopped under the armored car and opened the door.

"I'll go to a meeting and prepare for Judgment Day." He said, "You and the city defense."

An Zhe can only obey the judge's order blindly, until he was stuffed into the armored car by the soldiers of the city defense station, he suddenly rang, and he forgot to return his clothes to Lu Ying, and Lu Ying didn't even need it.

There was no time to go out again to find Lu Yan, a muffled sound, the armored car compartment closed, the light disappeared, and headed towards the 6th area. In the dimness, there were human limbs all around, the poet tightly grasped his hand, and he grasped the sleeve of Boss Xiao with the other hand. The carriage was swaying slightly, and in the sultry and humid air, there was nowhere to cry.

"Have you heard?" The poet whispered, "This trial day, the expected mortality rate is 60%."

An Zhe said, "Yes."

"I'm a little scared," said the poet. "We will live."

An Zhe didn't know. He was really a little nervous, but not because of Judgment Day, but because of the bite that was bitten by a bug.

The poet seemed to feel his stiffness, and patted his back gently: "Don't be afraid, go to bed first."

An Zhe gave a "um" lightly, closed her eyes, and the slight shaking of the carriage made it easy for people to enter the dream.

The world was getting darker and darker, and a scene suddenly appeared before him.

The earth, the wind, the vague but wide field of vision, and strange fluctuations are not what humans can see.

He was flying, there was wind around him, and his body was very light.

Where are you flying?

He saw a fuzzy grey city, where the temperature came from--

An excitement, An Zhe woke up suddenly.

He stared blankly at the darkness ahead, before the scene was too vague, he didn't know what it meant. But he has encountered similar scenes. In the cave of the abyss, when his mycelium absorbed the blood of Anzai, rooted in Anza's internal organs and bones-the knowledge of humanity appeared in his eyes.

An Zhe took a breath.

Sudden disaster is like this sudden trial.

It was late at night, and the dim yellow lights were on at the door of Zone 6. The black crowd lined a long snake along the separation wall and stretched to the end of the line of sight. The sound of insects' wings fluttering from all directions, you can imagine how they stared at the city with jealous eyes, as if they were watching a greenhouse that can reproduce their offspring. Meanwhile, rumbling wheels. The sound of track running and the shaking of the floor being crushed by heavy armor also came. The military is continuously rescuing residents from various residential areas. Rail transportation trains are also responsible for transporting residents. Sometimes bugs get in the train, but they can't help it. When these residents reached the periphery of District 6, they were queued at the end of the queue and awaiting trial.

The team was a black river, and there were countless people. They slowly moved forward. After passing the trial, they could enter the safe Zone 6.

Mechanical broadcasting constantly emphasized words like "please observe the queuing discipline" and "please be patient." Occasional screams sounded in the team, a living person mutated in the presence of the eyes, and soldiers patrolling around the team immediately killed him. After a few shots, the crowd also changed from the initial restlessness to silence. They were advancing very slowly, and no one wanted to come forward, but the soldiers drove them all the time.

But the main source of the gunshots was not the center of the team, but the gates of the wall.

"It's been a hundred years," said an old man. "Judgment Day is here again."

The nine-year-old boy held by the old man looked up at his elder in horror, but did not receive any trace of comfort. The old man's eyes were empty, and he only held his hand tighter.

On the outside, it was the worms that were killing them. They were rescued from the worm tide. When they were in Zone 6, they were killing people.

God judges the world on the basis of good and evil.

The night was deeper, and a distant wind came from the distance, like a distant tide. Zone 6 was the only island in the ocean.

A gunshot sounded and a person fell in front of Anzhe. Two soldiers dragged his body away. Each residential area had a huge garbage incinerator. Now it has assumed the role of a body incinerator.

It was a gunshot again, and another fell.

The ranks are shrinking, killing more people than entering the city through trials.

The team kept moving forward, and Anzh saw the structure of the trial.

The first is a buffer zone, guarded by the guards. If this person has a mutation that can be discerned by the naked eye, the soldier will kill him first. After the first pass, there are four judges distributed on both sides of the gate, each of whom has a veto, and can be killed at any time-as long as he believes that this person is not human, regardless of whether his colleagues judge it He agrees.

They killed about one-quarter of all dead. The process of spawning is different from being bitten. This process is very slow, and many people's infection characteristics are not obvious. More often, they look at each other and let the person pass.

At that time, the person will go to the bloodiest place and face the last level.

Lu Yan.

——It is not the solemn posture of sitting upright or standing upright. He still leans against the door in a laziness like that, and seems to carelessly play with the gun in his hand, and he uses that gun to exercise the highest and final judgment right.

It was a gunshot again, and he executed a twelve-year-old child. After the child fell, his eyes were still staring at him.

One of the judges was pale, his throat twitched, and he bowed down, trying to suppress retching.

Lu Yan's eyes glanced lightly: "Substitution."

The judge was taken away by the soldiers. No one was tried for a short period of time. The staff of the city office in white shirts stepped forward and gave each judge a bottle of ice water with green mint leaves in the water. But Lu Yan didn't want to.

Less than a minute later, new judges took over and the trial process resumed.

Boss Xiao and the poet, you pushed me, no one wants to go forward first, and finally Anzhe was pushed to the first.

The soldier glanced at him and made a pass gesture. An Zhe continued to move forward. The four judges looked at each other slightly and let him go.

An Zhe walked in front of Lu Yan, and the judge's green eyes looked at him. The lights were a little dim, and there was no emotional color, still like the day they first met.

Anzhe lowered her eyes slightly.

Coincidentally, he came to the human base just a month ago, but this is the fourth time that he has faced the trial of the judge.

In the morning, he was also stung by a bug, but nothing happened except a few strange pictures in his mind.

If Lu Yan can't see the problem either--

He was thinking like this, and saw Lu Yan raising his left hand, then pressing down slightly—a gesture of passing.

He breathed a sigh of relief and walked in-Lu Ye's clothes and work manual were still on him, but in this scene, it was obviously inappropriate to give something like that to Lu Ye.

He stopped at the entrance.

There are military cards in front, squeezed together in the most space-saving way, and a car can accommodate fifty or sixty people. People who pass through the gate can choose to get on the car. After the car is full, the military will take them to the shelter-some vacant residential buildings. If even the vacant buildings are full, they will be allocated to normal buildings and Residents live in the same room. In short, there is still somewhere to go.

If the visitor is a resident of Zone 6, or has close relatives and friends in Zone 6, they can do their own activities.

Less than a minute, Boss Xiao and the poet also came in one after another.

"Huh," boss Xiao said, "I'm alive."

"When we were rescued from the city defense by the judges, we could be sure that we were not infected before, and we stayed in the car halfway." The poet laughed and said, "Passing is a matter of course."

Mr. Xiao gave him a sideways glance: "Who was the first person to be tried?"

The poet said, "I forgot."

Boss Xiao patted Anzhe's shoulder: "Where is your house? I have to find somewhere to sleep. I haven't slept for two days."

An Zhe said, "I won't go home."

Mr. Xiao frowned: "What are you doing?"

An Zhe pointed to the clothes on his body: "I will return the clothes when he is free."

Mr. Xiao patted his head: "Forget, I can't go to your house."

"Forget it," he said, "I'll find my **** too."

An Zeng watched his master leave, and for a while he couldn't understand why he used the word "also".

Just listen to the poet: "Boss Xiao has been operating on the third floor for so many years, and at least 90% of the **** books and videos in the base are sourced from his shop. It is said that when he was young, there were countless lovers.

An Zhe found that his master seemed really famous. He said, "You all know him?"

"The base is so big." The poet laughed. "Who doesn't know what Boss Xiao does?"

"However, when he is old, he is not very romantic." The poet said, "I mentioned the third floor, and I think of Duse again. Have you seen her?

An Zhe nodded.

The poet sighed: "I don't know where she is now, if I die, I will feel sorry ..."

An Zhe did not speak.

The poet was imprisoned, of course he would not know that the owner on the third floor of the black market had died in the prelude to the breeding season.

Anzh suddenly understood something.

One person will be saddened by the death of another person. This is a unique emotion of human beings, which may be one of the reasons why they are more afraid of death than other creatures.

"You have that look again," said the poet.

An Zhe whispered: "What?"

"Everything that happens here has nothing to do with you, you seem to just watch." The poet put his elbow on his shoulder, teasing with rhetoric: "You seem to be observing us, or pitying us, for a second, I think you There is a divinity in the body. "

An Zhe blinked and didn't quite understand.

He may not really be human, after all, he is a alien.

"It's gone now." The poet breathed a breath in his ear. "Now you look like a little fool."

An Zhe: "..."

The poet patted his shoulder: "I'm leaving too."

An Zhe: "Where are you going?"

"Let's do it," said the poet. "The city defense station didn't manage me, I'm going to escape."

He smiled at An Zhe: "Goodbye."

An Zhe watched his back disappear into the vast night.

The poet is a prisoner detained by the city defense station. He has no communicator and no ID card. Where can he go? Anzhe does not know.

Maybe he would go to his boyfriend, An Zhe thought.

Or maybe, he went to someone to tell the story of the establishment of the base, and then within three days, the city defense station would arrest him again.

After the poet walked away, only Anzhe was standing at the foot of the wall. This was an open space. He was not the only one staying here. There were many people lingering beside him, and some people gathered in the distance. I do n’t know. doing what.

The temporarily pulled up separation wall is not high and is translucent, where he can see Lu Yan's back.

The aurora rotates and changes in the sky. Every night, the color of the sky is different from that of the previous night. The bodies are constantly being towed away from the gate, but few people come in. The sound of gunfire and death are the only eternal things. The night breeze blows in **** blood. An Zhe can't see Lu Yan's expression. He just thinks such a back, very good looking, very lonely.

Footsteps came from behind him.

"How are you here?" A sound that seemed familiar.

An Zhe turned around and saw the young judge who was often with Lu Yan. He was holding a bottle of mint water, and his face was not good, but his expression was very mild: "Are you not going back?"

An Zhe nodded.

"I want to return something to the colonel." He took off his coat and said, "Can you pass it on for me?"

The inquisitor smiled slightly, "Aren't you waiting for him?"

An Zhe thought that he only wore the colonel's coat once, but everyone seemed to assume that they had some relationship.

"The colonel and I ..." He worded: "We are not very familiar."

"I know." The judge's answer came out of his surprise: "I just haven't seen the colonel with anyone."

He reached out: "Give me."

After Anzh confirms that the workbook and ballpoint pen are behind, he simply folded the coat and passed it, and the judge held it with his hands.

In the sky, the aurora suddenly changed, lighting up the sky and the ground like lightning.

Anzhe's heart was pounding, and an irresistible instinct swept across. He couldn't help looking at the gate of the city, the figure of Lu Yan, upright and lonely in the night.

He suddenly realized that if he left now, he would not have any relationship with this person in his life.

He grabbed the coat again.

The judge looked at him.

"I ..." An Zhe said, "I'll wait for him."

The inquisitor smiled mildly, unfolded his coat, and put it on him again: "Thank you."

An Zhe looked back at Lu Yan, and while they were talking, Lu Yan killed two more people.

He asked, "When will he take a break?"

"I don't know," the judge said. "The colonel has been working for a long time, maybe another two or three hours."

An Zhe: "Thank you."

I heard the judge ask, "How did you meet the colonel?"

Ann thought back.

"At the city gate." He ignored the spore and said, "He suspected that I was not human and took me for a genetic test. I passed."

The judge raised an eyebrow.

An Zhe continued: "I was arrested by him later."

The judge drew his eyes and smiled, "I know, you are very brave."

An Zhe: "..."

"Then I was in the city defense station. I was a bit afraid of the cold. He lent me the room for one night." An Zhe drew his fingers and counted down: "Then I and my friend were trapped in the room, I don't know what to do Do, call him and you're here. "

After speaking, he asked, "Does the colonel often help others?"

If this is the case, then Lu Yan is indeed a good person.

"I don't know. He has no one around him," said the judge.

After a while, he said, "Sometimes I also want to protect some people, but no one will ask the court for help."

An Zhe pursed her lips and said, "You're fine."

At the end, add another sentence: "You are not like a judge."

The judge's temper was very mild, even among everyone he had met.

The judge said with a smile: "Many people say that, maybe someone like the colonel is qualified."

An Zhe: "It seems to be."

He thought that Lu Yan's cold personality might be the reason why he could make the most correct judgment.

"This year is the seventh year in which the colonel works for the trial court." The judge said: "The judge made the judge, the judge can tell him whether it is correct, but no one can tell him whether he is right or wrong. He is fighting against unimaginable behemoths, lurking aliens, doubts from others ... and himself. "

"So I think that the colonel who spent seven years in the trial court has something other than indifference." The judge said: "I hope you can understand him."

The judge always directed the subject to Lu Yan, and Anzh saw through him.

But at this moment the judge indulged his frown slightly and looked at the other side of the wall.

There were a lot of people there, for example more. An Zhe originally thought that the residents of the city came to see it lively, but they all looked very serious, like coming to a large party.

They were talking, their voices were low, and An Zhe vaguely captured a few words.

"Proportion ... terrible ..."

"four thousand."

"……Start."

He saw the judge next to him frown, and gestured to the guard in the distance.

A team of guards came over, and at that moment those who had gathered under the wall dispersed. They have hundreds of people, and the scale after dispersal is even larger, and new people are constantly coming out of the city and joining in.

In the crowd, someone waved his hand, and An Zhe confirmed that he waved in his own direction. He looked at it. It was a familiar young face. It was the first day he entered the human base, and he led him to the 117 building.

At that time, they were marching.

-An Zeng suddenly knew what these people were doing, and he stared at them with wide eyes.

The headed person took out a half-folded piece of white paper from his clothes and unfolded it.

Seven large words "against the atrocities of the judges" were written in red on white paper.

Immediately, the person next to him also unfolded his own paper "Immediately Trial Details of the Trial."

"Please publish the trial standards."

"Refusal of Judgment Day to repeat itself."

"Give an account to the dead."

"Do not accept killings for no reason."

"Refused to maintain base security with indiscriminate killings."

"Request a regular assessment of the mental state of the judge."

"To the Tribunal: Be responsible for the base's attrition rate."

"The rate of homicide by current inquisitors is much higher than in previous generations, please give an explanation to the base."

Under the aurora, these white papers unfold like flowers, and they converge together like a silent and flowing ocean. Pale is the background of the ocean, and blood-red writing is the waves set off by this ocean.

The people outside the wall shook. They stretched their necks and looked through the translucent barrier to see the situation on the opposite side. The atmosphere of silence was broken by this sudden change, and they whispered loudly.

An Zhe looked towards the city gate.

At the gate of the city, Lu Yan's figure moved slightly, looking sideways to the city.

It was just a bland glance. He seemed to see nothing, turned around, loaded his mouth, pulled the trigger, and another fell into a pool of blood, a short-haired girl.

If Anzhe remembers it correctly, this is the eleventh person Lu has killed in a row.

It was the twelfth man's turn, a man with a bronze skin. His terrified eyes hesitated between Lu Yan, the judge and the deep blood on the ground, and he didn't take a step forward.

The soldier with the gun came up and drove him. His facial muscles twitched, and he stared at the crowd standing quietly opposite him, finally biting his back molars, closing his eyes and sitting on the ground: "I won't go!"

This move greatly inspired the demonstrators in the wall, who raised the banner higher.

Outside the wall, the second person sat down.

The third.

the fourth.

As if a torrent of torrents swept through, within five minutes, they sat down like collapsed dominoes, no one spoke, and no one stepped into the trial area. The aurora danced wildly in the sky and they watched silently The central government's Lu Yan expressed his resistance by refusing to cooperate.

Lu Yan's expression did not change. He lowered his eyebrows slightly and replaced the gun with a new magazine. The man's slightly sloping eyebrows and thin long corners were born with an upward arc, which was severe when normal. People, and when they lower their eyes, the radian is like an extremely indifferent disdain and whistle.

With a click, the magazine is replaced.

He said, "Bring it up."

The soldiers of the city defense station hesitated for a moment. After the scene was completely still for ten seconds, only two soldiers stepped forward, roughly erecting the first man who sat down.

Lu Yan slowly raised his gun.

All eyes were on them. There was a sob of a woman in the crowd, and then the sob spread like a virus. As if they are not facing trial, but slaughter.

Perhaps the trial of Japan was a massacre, as it was a hundred years ago, and a hundred years later.

Just then, the sound of the armored car broke the tense atmosphere. Howard, who led a team of guards, got out of the car and said to Lu Yan, "What's going on?"

Lu Yan's tone was flat: "Residents refuse to cooperate."

Howard glanced around, frowning frantically: "Lu Yan, are you killing too much?"

Lu Yan's tone remained the same, but his voice was slightly hoarse: "No."

"The situation is urgent today," Howard's deputy handed him a loudspeaker. He told the residents: "It is a matter of safety to the base. Large-scale infections may occur at any time. Please cooperate with the work of the court and the city defense."

No one moved. It may not be known when the outbreak of the infection was more terrifying than the muzzle of the judge in front.

Howard apparently noticed everyone's silence. After glancing over the demonstration slogans, he thought for a moment and said, "We take a step back from each other, the trial court makes the trial rules public, and the residents re-enter the trial process."

"Howard." Lu Yan's voice sounded lightly.

The crowd burst into exclamation!

——Because of Lu Yi's muzzle, he slowly turned to Howard's direction.

Howard froze, and then frowned, "Colonel, what are you doing?"

Howard's guards took a step forward, unanimously lifted the gun and loaded it, with the muzzle pointed at Lu Yan!

Deadlock.

Just hearing Howard sneered: "Captain, I haven't touched a bug today."

Lu Yan: "You have been infected."

"I understand that the Trial Chamber wants to take over the city defense." Howard said in a low voice. "But now is the time for the base to survive. Colonel, you have a limit when you abuse your power."

As soon as this word came out, the crowd immediately became turbulent.

Lu Yan's finger caught the trigger. He didn't say a word, but his actions had already indicated what he wanted to do.

The city defense guards are the same. Their movements were bigger. Obviously, as long as they fired at Captain Howard, they would immediately kill him randomly.

Silence like death, ice spread and condense.

In this suffocating silence, a man shouted from the wall.

"Against the power of judges!"

He shouted in response, everyone-inside the wall, outside the wall, the original, the new influx, all shouted out in accordance with this slogan.

"Against the power of judges!"

"Against the power of judges!"

"Against the power of judges!"

The sound was higher than the wave, but the central Lu Yan never moved.

An Zhe looked at Lu Yan's back, he almost forgot to breathe.

He didn't know Lu Xun well, but with such a little understanding, he knew that Lu Xun would really shoot.

Will die.

The young judge next to him murmured, "Don't ..."

-Just at this moment.

On the distant road, a white light suddenly appeared. The light was constantly flashing, and at the same time, a squeaking whistle sounded, and the crowd avoided each other. A white mechanical car with a red pointed triangle was rushing and approaching When the door opened, a young man in a white coat jumped down. An Zhe recognized him. He was at the city gate a month ago and his genetic test was done by the young doctor.

"I'm the person in charge of the lighthouse detection department." He took the loudspeaker and took a short breath. "The first generation of gene coupling agent was successfully configured an hour ago, and it can achieve rapid target imaging. It only takes ... "

He was out of breath and gasped again before saying, "... it only takes five minutes."

Then he unscrewed the disposable needle and stepped forward: "Director Howard, if you like to cooperate."

Howard calmly removed the sleeves of the fully enclosed protective uniform, took blood, and looked at Lu Yan.

Everyone else looked at Lu Yan, and Anzhe knew that they were waiting for a result—a normal result of Howard ’s genetic test, to prove that the judge was indiscriminate.

One of the demonstrators behind him said, "We are going to change history."

He also saw Lu Yan depressing his muzzle and leaning against the wall with a blank expression to wipe his gun. He seemed to care nothing.

What would he think? Ann thought.

Three minutes later, Lu Yan wiped his gun, he snapped it back to his waist, and his eyes swept across the crowd.

Ann stared at him, maybe for a moment, he and he briefly stared at each other for a few seconds.

Anzhe immediately stood next to the judge to show her position.

Lu Yan smiled with a lip, he didn't see clearly, because the man turned back in a second.

One minute left.

The demonstrators were more rioting, and they were talking a lot.

Half a minute.

Ten seconds.

They started for a few seconds.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one-"

The red light on the roof of the car was a big win.

The ominous alarm sound is extremely penetrating, and it suddenly sounds: "Beep--"

The crowd slammed into silence.

A gunshot.

There was no need for Lu Yan to start, the guards at the city gate fired.

Dead silence spread here, no one spoke, and the doctor finally said, "Colonel--"

Lu Yan said nothing, turned and walked towards the city, he went straight over everyone, and also crossed Anzhe.

The silent crowd seemed like a frozen puppet, only reacting when he came closer, slowly separating a road.

His figure was in An Fen's eyes, and coincided with the back figure that turned away on the day of the gate of the base. An Zhe also only saw him turn around and leave, but never saw who he came to.

The judge suddenly touched Anzou with his elbow.

An Zhe responded immediately. He held Lu Yan's work manual and chased Lu Yan--the judge had high legs, and he had to trot to add it.

"Colonel."

Lu Yan did not respond.

"Colonel, wait a minute."

Lu Yan still didn't respond.

"Colonel ..." An Zhe took a few breaths. He didn't have much energy at all. This time, his voice was affected and softened. He frowned, "Please slow down, I can't follow you ..."

The colonel stopped and turned to look at him.

An Zhanqi hadn't panted yet, looked up: "Colonel ..."

"Speak well." Lu Yan glanced at him lightly and said coldly: "Don't be coquettish."

An Zhe: "..."