An Zhe’s eyes swept through the documents before him, and sometimes he looked at his screen too. His computer let out a faint buzzing noise, but he ruled it out of his mind.

     The military wasn’t pleased when he asked for the black box’s record, but because the Arbiter said he wanted to make sure, Lieutenant Lu Feng wasn’t infected, they reluctantly gave in.

     An Zhe dazed off.

     Lieutenant Lu was the one who first offered him the box.

     It was still a mystery for An Zhe. Actions like this… made him feel uncertain about Lu Feng’s identity.

     It was known, that An Zhe wasn’t a full-fledged soldier. Everyone in the military looked down on him. For a while, even the Judges looked down on him, before he got his current job. He was initially a researcher, he doctorated from biology. By the newest rules of the Trial Court, they only accepted soldiers as Judges because of their stronger mental and physical attributes – researchers had long lost their authority over this unit. When he was proposed a position in the Trial Court, he had to take extra courses in gun handling and physical training. And he still didn’t count as a real soldier.

     He got his rank by his unique talent, nothing else. Thus, if it wasn’t for his investigations, other military units were not obligated to act by his orders.

     No one would hand over top-secret military equipment to him without his petition, unless he is in a leading position on the case. And Lieutenant Lu Feng definitely did not belong under the mere-Colonel An Zhe’s jurisdiction.

     An Zhe smiled. He had this habit of training his face to smile in any circumstances. It became a regular occurrence, even when he was alone. In the past, when he noticed doing this, he just brushed it aside, but now… words appeared in his ears.

     ‘Don’t smile if you’re not going to smile like this.’

     He erased his smile when he noticed doing it again.

     He sighed, and put the box aside. Lieutenant Lu did something unexpected, but then, he acted absolutely casual again. An Zhe checked his blood tests, and other assessment results, which only showed an ordinary person’s characteristics.

     For this thought, he glanced even farther, to the corner of his table.

     Lieutenant Lu Feng, like any other military personnel, did have some psychological assessments before. It was nothing new; this was a basic requirement for people in leadership positions to have regular mental health inspections. And his answers were just as ordinary, maybe a bit cold and remote from emotions, but still very expectable.

     An Zhe took two results – a past one and a recent one – in both of his hands, and studied them carefully.

     No matter how many times he checked them, he saw the same differences.

     Lu Feng’s answers changed from what he gave in the past. Before that, all of his answers described a person with critical and logical thinking, zero emotional attachment or fluctuation towards certain topics – people would say, he was so artificial as if he was a robot. But he was always like that, so others just called him weird and antisocial, and it fit his character.

     The changes were subtle. Now, if others would compare these results, they would say “oh, he actually grew a soul”, and would take it as an improvement. There were a few instances when he showed more care and emotional reactions than before.

     None of them was… inhumane. His change could be a natural response to his failure and growth, just as people would assume. This wasn’t a good enough reason for An Zhe to deem him infected, and he definitely didn’t want to make any mistakes, and kill him over an assumption.

     Yet…

     Some insignificant signs were still there, that made him unable to let his suspicion go.

     Could he be just a brilliant xenogenic, who can adjust to human feelings and situations in any circumstances? A very flexible one, who can mimic human emotions, or understand them enough to know what he should answer as well?

     This topic was a thin ice.

     An Zhe’s thoughts travelled even further than that, and he fished out another file on his computer, after pausing the record of Lieutenant Lu’s team’s mission.

     The establishment of the Trial Court… the person, who did it… Blending xenogenics with humans, developing a coexisting system between different genes… It was taboo for the Lighthouse to take an interest in this matter, but everyone knew about the Fusion Faction and the Highland Research Institute way down in the southern part of the world. It was prohibited to contact them, obviously, and he did not have the means to do that – he didn’t know if they would even answer.

     He was still looking at the file of the Trial Court’s founder when someone knocked on his door.

     After An Zhe’s ‘come in’, Dr Ji opened the door, and peeked inside the room.

   “Do you have a moment, Colonel An?”

   “… I told you to call me An Zhe.” An Zhe’s resigned reply made Dr Ji smile widely, and he let himself in. The doctor strode beside him, while An Zhe hurriedly swept the documents into a pile on his desk to seem organised.

   “I just found something interesting, and I want you to take a look at this sample.”

     An Zhe took a paper from the doctor, and while he was reading, he saw from his peripheral vision that his colleague was looking around in his office with his hands in his pocket.

     The sample he was talking about was a xenogenic mushroom, and interesting numbers were given on its pollution value. Once An Zhe read through the papers and saw the conclusion, he had temporarily forgotten about his own task.

   “It seems like this sample is inert.” He concluded too, surprised. Dr Ji looked down, his eyes bright.

   “I would like to have you with me on this experiment.” He said. “We talked about it with the others, and we would like to introduce some xenogenic subjects to this mushroom.”

   “To see if it’s unable to be infected, or to infect others?” An Zhe nodded, as he understood the unspoken intentions, and frowned. “It’s a pretty risky experiment. Many things could go wrong by letting the samples interact. It has to be handled very carefully.”

   “That is why I asked you.” The blond man patted his shoulder. “I would be much more relieved if you could watch over our tasks while we carry on with it. Are you busy? Is this… Lu Feng’s case?”

     Of course, Dr Ji saw the name on the documents, before An Zhe piled them up in the farthest corner of the table. The messy stock still had some paper sticking out of it, and then An Zhe realised, he didn’t close the files on his computer either.

   “Well, yes… and you know I have to return to the Outer City soon.” An Zhe sighed, and tried to make up for his omission, tidying the folders, and closing the windows. “If it cannot wait, I can leave Seraing here for you; he is suitable for taking my position regarding both protection and inspection.”

   “Was that Pauli Jones’s file?”

     Dr Ji always acted friendly towards An Zhe, maybe even a bit too much. An Zhe just smiled, and closed the last window, standing up from his chair.

   “Doctor, don’t be so nosy.” He said with lightness in his voice. He wasn’t scolding him seriously, and Dr Ji was aware of this; he didn’t get the memo to drop the topic.

   “Are you possibly thinking about contacting him?” Jibran’s voice carried a hint of enthusiasm and curiosity. “I was thinking about that as well, especially after we received that mushroom sample.”

   “Be careful.” An Zhe lowered his voice, looking up at the man as his friend now. “You know we can’t talk about this. And not as if we would have any way to connect him. I was just thinking about your friend, that is all.”

     A wave of worry swept through Dr Ji’s face, making his azure eyes darken with a deeper blue colour.

   “So you still suspect Lu Feng to be a xenogenic.” A forced smile crept onto the doctor’s lips. “Even after his blood tests and assessments? You really think he is infected? I talked to him a bit, and he was somewhat confused, but still his usual self. I… I’m not infected, right?”

   “No, you are not infected.” An Zhe assured him calmly. “But your friend… I’m not sure. I don’t know. I hope he is not, and I can rule out this issue once and for all.” An Zhe felt a bit awkward. He never liked to give bad news to anyone, especially to people he knew, but this was his job. “I was thinking, what if he is the type of xenogenic that… Pauli Jones wanted to create. If that is the case, I must make a move quickly.”

     Jibran was about to say something, but he silenced himself for a moment, pushing his glasses up on his nose, thinking deeply while he stared at the computer, not realising, that An Zhe wanted to step away from his desk – the doctor stood right beside his chair, blocking his way out.

   “What if… I say, I know a way to contact him?” This time, even the chatty and loud Dr Ji lowered his voice, and his pale face was unusually solemn. An Zhe raised his brows, and looked at him in surprise, yet, he somehow felt like this wasn’t so unexpectable from the doctor.

     Doubt rose in his heart, and despite going against the law, he was torn about whether they should continue this conversation. Curiosity sparked in his mind, and the urge to ask the other person ‘how’ was so strong, he almost said it out loud.

     Before he could make up his mind, however, suddenly a much harsher knocking came, and Seraing didn’t even wait for his response, rushing into his office.

   “Doctor!” Then, he saw Dr Ji on his side, and he froze for a moment before correcting himself. “Colonel An, there is an issue in the Outer City. You should come immediately.”

   “Issue?” An Zhe put away all the folders to go and grab his military coat.

   “A parasitic infection occurred in the marketplace.”

     He had no more time for Dr Ji, so they parted ways, and for the time being, An Zhe pushed Lieutenant Lu’s face back into his mind.

*

     Lu Feng didn’t have much luck in his remaining paid leave days. In fact, he couldn’t get done anything he planned, and once it was over, he had to go back to work.

     Thankfully, he was prohibited from leaving the Northern Base for a while; therefore, as a soldier with no mission, he could almost do whatever he wanted, as long as it fit Lu Feng’s character – not to raise suspicion about his identity in his acquaintances. He once again felt blessed that Lu Feng was such a lone person. On his first day, his superior called him to report if he was healthy, and then some other comrades looked at him to ask more or less the same – but his adjutant and close team members were dead, and his short answers satisfied these people. A few days later, no one even lifted their heads to see him.

     His office was quite alright, but also pretty empty, and not very large.

     He had a desk, two chairs, a bookcase, a cabinet for his clothes, and a television hanging on the wall, right below the quote, which was painted with red: ‘Humankind’s interests take precedence over everything else.’

     Once he learned, how to turn on the television, he would watch the news at certain points of the day while working, and after the night report, he would go home. Between the news, there was music coming from the black screen, and he would sometimes leave that on, listening to it in the background, while trying to get used to this life. Occasionally, he would go to the training field, but he didn’t like how many people were around, and he somehow knew, Lu Feng did not go training in public areas. Hence, the rose most often stayed in his office, and at his home.

     He had time to observe and learn about Lu Feng’s past.

     He didn’t find many personal items, but a few unexpected ones.

     There were two certifications on his wall, right behind his chair. Both were certificates of promotion to Lieutenant – more accurately, one of them was Lu Feng’s certificate, but the other one belonged to a person, named Gao Tang. They both signed the papers. The rose had to look at them for a while before he was able to notice the biggest difference: the date on the certifications. According to the figures, Gao Tang was older than Lu Feng.

     If it was Lu Feng’s superior or friend, the rose had no idea. Lu Feng had no memories of this person; he’d never heard the name, and he found nothing else about him in his office either.

     Then, he found a small book, which turned out to be a notebook. He looked through it, and once again, he saw dates, and small notes beside the dates. It was similar to a diary, but very dry, and was written in a matter-of-fact style as if Lu Feng just made notes to prevent forgetting some important events.

     As much as he didn’t want to get involved with humans, the rose found himself thinking about the argument between him and Madam Lu. He tried to connect this with the notebook Lu Feng had, and started reading it from the very first page, but it was not his first book – he only started writing in it a few months ago.

     This gave him a good idea, that Lu Feng probably had more notebooks somewhere.

     He assumed he would bring them home, but in fact, he didn’t find any work-related notes at home. His flat was the same style as his office: mostly empty, and he only had the absolute necessities, like extra clothes, supplies for daily routines, and some old documents and wide books about the base and laws and military stuff.

     The rose wasn’t particularly impatient. At least he knew, his family was safe, so he wasn’t in a hurry. He decided to try to fit in for a few more days, and solve this mystery.

     It was only partially a selfish act of interest. Another reason awakened in his heart not long ago. Understanding how the disappearance of a family member can leave scars on a person, he thought that if Lu Feng suddenly vanishes, people around him, his friend, his mom… they would be devastated. And the rose knew, how much it can hurt thinking about the death of a family member – even he, the simpleton existence felt loss when he learned about the extinction of his species.

     Only a few people cared about Lu Feng, being so distant and cold, so, in addition, the rose also had to work around this matter – he couldn’t just go to people and ask about his own life. He also couldn’t go back to his mother. He had to find other ways – he wished he had the power of the Arbiter, finding out literally anything as easily as breathing.

     At one point he decided to stick with his original idea, and tried to find Lu Feng’s other notes.

     One day, after arriving at his office, he immediately started looking for them. The television was on in the background, while he emptied all the drawers and shelves he could find in the small room. Despite the first look, Lu Feng had many more folders and books in the room. Guiding manuals for the wilderness, old textbooks, history books of the army, and more and more books about laws and regulations… Lu Feng was really an earnest and impeccable citizen.

     He got lost in the chaos quickly: he didn’t realise how much stuff Lu Feng stored in his cabinets. Piles of paperwork and books lay on his desk, almost covering his view of the room. Lu Feng paused; his ancestor was much more organised than him… what would he say seeing this mess he created in his office?

     The idea filled him with weird joy. Nonsensically, he was thinking about Lu Feng suddenly coming back from the wilderness, opening his own door, and seeing him, the rose, sitting behind all of this stuff, sorting out documents, looking for his old notes. Would he be angry, or would he start helping him? Or maybe he would simply ignore it, as he ignored many things in his life.

     Halfway through his sorting, cleaning the shelves, and putting back the books one by one, the news started playing.

   “At 7 p.m. on May 17^th, a parasitic monster invasion occurred in the Outer City’s free market via a new parasitisation method. The Trial Court has implemented additional Trial conditions in response to the new parasitisation method. At present, the danger within the base has been eliminated. Residents, please, be at ease while travelling.”

     Lu Feng looked up at the words ‘Trial Court’. He forgot everything for a moment, seeing a similar figure on the screen. Until now, he had never seen anyone familiar to him on TV. He unconsciously stood up to see it better.

     The Arbiter gave an interview, but he was being recorded in the background, and the female broadcaster talked over the footage. “To improve the accuracy of the Trials, and ensure that the Arbiter is present throughout the entire process, the operation of the city gates will be reduced to the hours of 8 a.m. to 12 p.m. and 2 p.m. to 6 p.m. today. Please pay attention to the time when return to the city.”

     After that, it was finally his turn. The camera showed a closer angle of the pale, fake-smiling face, as the Arbiter spoke in his usual, calm and kind voice.

   “According to our observations in the Lighthouse, the breeding season of arthropod-class and parasite-class monsters has begun early. To prevent airborne invasion, the operating strength of the base’s ultrasonic dispersion device has been raised to Level III. The danger levels of Flatland 2 and some of the basins and canyons have been updated to four stars.”

     Lu Feng frowned. Insects were still his pollinators, but he knew they were a threat to this city. He didn’t quite understand the defense mechanism of the base, but he could grasp from his words, that they’ve tightened the security. This probably meant that the Arbiter had more work, and maybe that there will be more infected people as well. So… he has to kill more… How many? People said he kills quite a lot in a year.

   “What do you advise for our soldiers and mercenaries, Colonel An?”

   “To pay careful attention to personal safety in the wilderness, and always have full body protection. We sent out this message to all the teams in the wilderness as well.”

   “Thank you for your hard work.”

   “Oh my, I see, I also have to thank your hard work. I was sure you wouldn’t stay put on your ass, even if the Arbiter ordered you, but what the heck is this?”

     Lu Feng was almost startled when he heard Dr Ji’s voice. The doctor forgot to knock, but right as he stepped in, he face-to-face encountered a huge pile of books and folders.

     Lu Feng couldn’t hide the mess, even if he wanted to, so he just acted cool, and didn’t take the obvious teasing to heart.

   “One of us has to work hard.” He said. The blond man shot a surprised gaze at him.

   “I AM working hard!” He refuted, and came closer to the table. “What, can’t I take a break?! Can’t I have lunch?” He didn’t wait for Lu Feng’s response. “What are you doing?”

   “Looking for my old notes.” Lu Feng saw no wrong in telling that.

   “Oh, do you have a sense of nostalgia?” A smug grin appeared on Dr Ji’s lips, and he began reading some of the paperwork from the pile. “I thought you disposed them, once you were done with them.”

     The rose froze in his place, and temporarily he fell silent. This would fit Lu Feng’s lifestyle… even if the notes could be considered “personal” items, he would throw them away, because he had no attachment to them. This idea filled him with some hopelessness all of a sudden. He just stared at Dr Ji, and tried to find a good enough explanation to strike his own hope.

     Dr Ji, however, looked up when he didn’t reply, and stared back at him before he shrugged.

   “For the gods’ sake, why are you looking at me like that?” He complained, taking on a dishonest, fearful posture, as if he was trying to get away from him as much as he could, while still feasting on the pile of documents like snacks. “Did you forget that you don’t like to keep unnecessary items around you?”

     His head injury was a big help for him, but Lu Feng didn’t dare to overuse it.

   “I just really wanted to find it.”

   “Aye…” Dr Ji forgot his fear as well, and now his smile seemed like those pictures of a saint. Only the halo wasn’t hovering above his head. “Let me help you then.”

   “Are you skipping work?”

   “…Don’t be so observant now. I’m your friend, and friends would help each other out, right? Yes, I’ll help you, because I’m a responsible friend.”

     Lu Feng couldn’t come up with any protest, so he just watched as Dr Ji sat on the other chair, and curiously began tidying up the files. At last, the rose accepted the help.

     Well, it wasn’t much of a help. Dr Ji couldn’t shut up for more than a half minute, so at first, Lu Feng struggled to concentrate on his own sorting, but after a while, he was able to daze off, and suppress Dr Ji’s voice to the background, just like how he suppressed the noise of the television and music. The noises became dull, and he was at ease.

     Until the next news appeared on the screen above Dr Ji’s head.

     Sometimes the same news was repeated all day, sometimes there were a few changes.

   “At 10 a.m. today, on May 18^th, a riot broke out in District 5, at the City Defense Agency’s headquarters. Civilians surrounded the office building, and demanded the arrest of Colonel An. Colonel Howard, head of the City Defense Agency, has not confirmed Colonel An’s whereabouts, and ordered the dispersal of the demonstration, refusing the civilians’ request to the agency.”

     Lu Feng’s hand stopped, and he stared at the screen. They showed a building complex with many people clad in uniform different from that of the military, protecting a tall gate made of iron rods, and outside of the gate were a sea of people with waves of transparent, saying: “Oppose the tyranny of the Arbiter!”, “Abolish the Arbiter’s Code!”, or “Judges are the sinners of humanity!”. The texts were written with red paint.

     He just saw the Arbiter on the news about an hour ago or so; how did this happen? He remembered  the small, young man’s expressions; the fake smile and the quickly covered pain on his face, and his voice rang in his ears when he told him, how hard his job was, and how many people hated him.

   “He is already on a plane, coming to the Main City.”

     Dr Ji’s voice once again pulled him out of his muddy thoughts. Lu Feng looked at him; the doctor stood up, currently packing books on the shelf. He only saw his back. Lu Feng didn’t even ask, and Dr Ji wasn’t even facing him, how did he know, what Lu Feng was thinking?

   “Why did they do this?” Lu Feng asked after some contemplation.

   “The demonstration?” The doctor asked back in a light voice, but his tone felt colder than before. “In short, they are humans.” This reply made Lu Feng’s chest freeze, and a chilly feeling crept up on his spine as if Dr Ji was telling him ‘you don’t know because you’re not a human’. Then the blond man added. “If you want to hear the explanation… they are scared of being killed or see their loved ones being killed. There is a part of human nature that the Judges and the Arbiter have to get rid of in order to kill people. Civilians only see the killing, and not the suffering behind it. Nevertheless, if they were infected, they would seek our help, they would demand from us to heal them… not as if it’s possible. However, they don’t accept our methods of keeping them safe. Like children, when they don’t know better, arguing with their parents about something they have no clue about, but as soon as something happens, they would go to them crying and wanting to be protected.”

     Lu Feng listened to this monologue carefully, slightly frowning.

   “Then why does the Arbiter still want to save them?”

   “…In short, because he is a human too.”

     There was a hint of sadness in the air after this statement, and Lu Feng couldn’t breathe well.

     He understood from the short version. The Arbiter was a human. He wanted to save his species even by killing them. Lu Feng thought back to his rose-life, when he did the same. There were limited nutrients in the soil sometimes, and they couldn’t survive otherwise. The oldest and the weakest ones were the sacrifices for the others to live on and be able to bloom their petals. Decreasing the population was the only chance they got.

     He didn’t think much about this before. In fact, it was a necessary bad. It’s not like he liked to do it. If there was no threat of drying out, they could live as a large bush with thousands upon thousands of branches, flower heads and new buds and sprouts. But it just didn’t work out in their circumstances.

     In Lu Feng’s eyes, the Arbiter was the same.

     However, people weren’t completely the same as flowers, and they seemed not to understand the bigger picture. The rose’s family would never hate him for what he did, and they moved on immediately.

     Of course, Lu Feng knew, he lived a much simpler life as a rose. These strong bonds between humans, and the individualistic thought processes and feelings were alien for a flowerbush.

   “There was a small commotion last day.” Dr Ji finally finished packing up the books, and now, the pile on the desk was almost gone, and the shelves were full again. The blond man kept his leisure posture, leaning to the table with his waist, but his azure eyes behind his glasses were cold as ice. “You heard the news. A parasitic infection polluted the free market. A ton of people were there, sellers, civilians, soldiers and mercenaries… The Trial Court shut down the whole building to prevent them escaping.”

      Lu Feng didn’t ask how Dr Ji knew about this, this wasn’t in the news, but humans were very good at collecting information.

   “The pollution level in the cities is not high.” The doctor continued, and now there was a bit lighter tone in his voice. “But it was still a huge, closed area, with many people squeezed inside. The infection burst out, and half of the crowd was infected. By midnight, An Zhe had to shoot probably about 70 to 75 people. It’s not a common occurrence, especially for civilians. An Zhe only shoots a handful of people per day, and they are all coming back from the wilderness. There are no children or elderly people. But yesterday…”

     Lu Feng understood immediately. So, the Arbiter not only had to kill many more people than he used to, but also from an age range that he had never had to kill before.

   “They hate him.”

   “Yeah. They think, the reason why so many people got the infection is that he ordered them to stay inside the building, which made the parasitic beast’s job easier. They accused him of deliberately wanting them to be infected, therefore, he can kill them. They think he is creepy, because who kills with a smile on his face? They say he is insane, a psychopath. Some even say he is a polymorph monster himself, pretending to be human so he can get rid of us all slowly. Nothing physical happened between them and An Zhe until now, but the situation is getting worse.”

     Suddenly, a small memory floated up in Lu Feng’s mind; he overheard a conversation between the adjutant and the Arbiter.

   “And he doesn’t want to ask for help.”

   “No, he doesn’t. And who would want to help him, anyway? Not only the civilians, many soldiers hate him too.”

   “Can’t I help?” Lu Feng asked, looking at his desk and the files on it.

   “Do you want to help him?” Dr Ji was almost as observant now, as the Arbiter, and Lu Feng realised, maybe he had fallen out of his act. “You know… I’m pleasantly surprised, that you even wanted to talk about him, and seem to take a liking to him… Maybe it’s not that bad after all, that you had a head trauma. You’ve never wanted to ask me about anything. I thought you just wanted to forget about me, so you can passionately hate him.”

     This wasn’t the case, even with the human Lu Feng. The rose could see Lu Feng’s heart had no hate in it. He didn’t dislike Dr Ji, and despite this man being quite loud, the rose somehow understood Lu Feng’s feelings about him. It would be a stretch to say, that he, the rose, thought about the doctor as his friend as well, but Lu Feng’s liking for the man made him feel some familiarity and nostalgia.

     However, Lu Feng wasn’t the person, who would tell his feelings, and he already pushed his personality too much. Dr Ji was very close to Lu Feng, and to the Arbiter… It doesn’t matter, what the Arbiter says about him at this moment, Lu Feng had to be careful of what he shared with Dr Ji.

     Thus, he only said one thing.

   “I don’t hate him.”

     Dr Ji stayed silent for a moment.

   “So you wanted to forget about me?!”

   “You said you want to eat lunch. Go, and eat lunch.”

   “Lu Feng, you know… people might think you’ve changed, but you’re still a narcissistic jerk, as you’ve always been! Wasn’t I good enough for your mighty presence, wasn’t I a good friend?! To at least acknowledge me as your valuable sidekick?”

   “I didn’t say any of this. Only happened in your head.”

   “You just sent me away!”

   “You’re too loud.”

   “Bah… You really haven’t changed.”

     Lu Feng couldn’t help but show a small smile, as he looked at the folders on his desk. He didn’t find his notes in the end. These papers were not even similar to the shape of his current notebook. It was a pointless and fruitless work today.

     But then, something sank into him, and he frowned, looking up at Dr Ji, who was heading towards the door with the velocity of a snail, his complexion expressed his broken heart.

   “Who thinks I’m changed?”

   “Huh?” Dr Ji lifted his head, and looked at him as if he was in deep grief. “Now you want to notice me again? Now I’m your friend again?” But he couldn’t keep up the act for so long, probably he wanted to tell so badly. “The Arbiter.”

     Lu Feng didn’t expect this answer.

   “He doesn’t know me.”

   “He knows your previous assessments.” Dr Ji put his hand on the doorknob, looking back from there. “Well, I had no chance to ask about the details. But judging by his enthusiasm about you, and the amount of time he spends on your files, I think he noticed something. I peeked into the papers secretly, and I saw some of your answers… It was different from your old answers. I’m sure he noticed them.”

     Cold sweat broke out on the rose’s back.

     Which answers???

     Dr Ji flashed a grin at him.

   “Maybe I would tell you more if you would invite me for dinner. Let’s be besties again, like in our childhood. I miss my old friend.”

     So that was what it was all about.

     Lu Feng didn’t reply; he looked down, and continued to pack his stuff away. Furious, Dr Ji left his office like a hurricane.

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