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"Safe, nothing has been found here."

"Report, Team Two is safe."

Xu Hengzhou pushed open the door and came out, meeting the adjudicator who was inspecting the next room. He then nodded slightly and said, "Next room."

The adjudicator opened the door with a gun, quickly scanning the area. The cabin seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time, containing only a wooden bed, a square table, and a wardrobe against the wall.

However, something was discovered in the last two rooms—

Cigarette butts littered the floor, the bed was a mess, and stacks of cans on the table emitted a foul odor.

Xie Wencheng habitually aimed the scanner at himself, then uttered a soft "Hmm?"

Sun Chen, who was standing nearby, asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's bullfrog meat."

It was indeed unexpected. Normally, even if people bring canned meat when they go out, it's usually beef or pork. Bullfrog meat is rare to begin with, and this can didn't even have a label around it, making it look like an unregistered product. Secondly, there were signs that at least six or seven people were in the room. Did everyone bring canned bullfrog?

It was more like there was no choice at all, Zhong Xun thought.

If bullfrog meat is the only food source, would you eat it?

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The group left and decided to rest in the rooms at the front.

Zhong Xun walked slowly down the wooden corridor. The layout here was clear at a glance. There were only one-story wooden buildings arranged horizontally. The rooms in front were close to a large pool, which was the place that Meng Jingting had detected with his spiritual power, a place similar to an "oasis".

The strange thing is that when people come to this desert, shouldn't they prioritize rooms near water? Why are they all crammed into the back? It's like they're hiding from something.

A battle is extremely physically demanding, so Xie Wencheng found a bundle of dry branches nearby and immediately started a fire to cook.

"It has to be me again." Xie Wencheng sighed again, "My right eyelid kept twitching before I came, so I prepared extra supplies."

Sun Chen was also hungry and readily agreed, "Yes, thank you, strategist. Can we cook a chicken?"

"certainly!"

Xu Hengzhou scanned the pool of water and found it teeming with microorganisms, but not toxic. They had a small filter, but no one intended to use it.

The water reserves are sufficient for the time being.

Inside the room, Meng Jingting disinfected Zhong Xun's back again.

"Never mind, I won't wear the coat for now, I'll just leave it hanging there to air out." Meng Jing heard this, "Let it get some fresh air."

Zhong Xun leaned against the foot of the bed and smiled gently: "Whatever you say."

Meng Jing pulled up a stool and sat down opposite Zhong Xun.

Now that things have quieted down, he has time to sort out those exciting and agitated feelings.

Meng Jingting's eyes were always deep and somber, where neither too much anger nor too much ice could be formed. Personal emotions always came after the greater good. Yet, there was only one corner there, sheltered from the wind and rain, that perfectly and tightly contained every little detail of his acquaintance with Zhong Xun.

"Why did you kiss me today?"

Zhong Xun was taken aback by the question, then couldn't help but chuckle.

"Grand Judge, are you trying to make me laugh?" Zhong Xun whispered. "We're legally partners. After all these years together, why would I kiss you?"

"You don't hate me at all anymore, right?"

This wasn't just idle talk. Whenever the puppet encountered any setbacks in those years, the most common thing he heard from Meng Jing was, "I hate you so much."

Zhong Xun felt a slight tightness in his chest for a moment, then raised his hand and pressed it against the back of Meng Jingting's head, making him lean closer. With their noses touching, all the lies were exposed, so every word Zhong Xun spoke sounded particularly sincere: "Meng Jingting, I am Zhong Xun, and I have never disliked you."

"I love you."

His chest stopped beating from the impact, his blood throbbed, and Meng Jingting, who was usually adept at controlling his emotions and could only feel brief sadness before regaining his composure in the face of harsh words, now felt as if a hard stone was stuck in his throat. A long silence followed, as if he had processed everything, before he finally asked, "I waited for it, didn't I?"

This was a tacit understanding as fragile as a thread, easily broken. Meng Jingting didn't want to ask why Zhong Xun had been the way he was over the past ten years. This man hid too many secrets. Meng Jingting only remembered Zhong Xun's words, "Trust me."

Zhong Xun gently stroked Meng Jingting's hair, his eyes incredibly tender. In both lifetimes, Meng Jingting, who, at the last moment, with her blood-red dragon wings tattered, risked her life to rush towards him, just to seek a sliver of hope for his survival, wasn't she worthy of love?

That's why Zhong Xun kept repeating: This time, he wants Meng Jing to listen carefully.

Zhong Xun gently closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a gentle and peaceful atmosphere filled the air. He suddenly leaned forward, and Meng Jingting, sensing his movement, cupped his face and began to kiss him.

The kiss carried a hint of bitterness. Meng Jingting seemed to have caught that faint sadness, and suddenly became dissatisfied. He didn't want the deep valley to be silent; he wanted it to be evergreen and full of life.

The pheromones of the cliff cypress tightly enveloped Zhongxun.

Zhong Xun's head snapped back in shock, and he fell into Meng Jingting's arms.

Xie Wencheng, standing outside, suddenly looked towards the door with a look of disgust, but a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Boss! It's your turn to process the chicken!"

No one answered.

Xie Wencheng: "I can cook too, please don't mind."

Everyone: "..."

Meng Jing then said in a low, hoarse voice, "They're here!"

Meng Jing's pheromones intertwined, and everyone moved back at the same time. He calmly added some seasonings to remove the fishy smell from the chicken pieces.

Fang Qian glanced into the half-closed room and could vaguely make out the outline of Zhong Xun lying on the bed.

There's no need for pollutants to eat these things. It's only been a week since Fang Qian last ate, so she can withstand it completely.

Xu Hengzhou calculated the time, then his expression suddenly turned grim: "Did you kill those two homeless men whose bodies were mutilated a week ago in Fuchun Lane?"

Because it was near Block B, the police assumed it was the work of thugs from Block B and were still investigating.

Fang Qian did not deny it: "I was recuperating there when they suddenly asked me to go down and sleep with them. I refused, and then they attacked me."

Fang Qian's clear expression seemed to say, "How can you blame me?"

However, Fang Qian then added with a mix of confusion and a willingness to ask questions, "Those two were also troublemakers in the area, having been imprisoned several times for rape and robbery. I ate them up, aren't you happy?"

Meng Jingting glanced at him.

"If I hadn't entered the tribunal, I might have really supported you," Xie Wencheng said with a smile. "Like those city hunters on TV who fight evil and punish wicked people, walking outside the law and bringing death sentences to criminals, it's cool and satisfying. But we are the adjudicators. You are killing people, and you have to follow the rules of human society."

"If just anyone can be the executioner who punishes evildoers, then whose justice is truly just?"

"Human beings can only be restrained by effective laws. As you said, human nature is complex. Even the slightest leak can attract a bunch of lurking demons. Once vigilante justice is justified, can you guarantee that those who slay dragons won't one day become dragons themselves?"

Xie Wencheng calmly said, "Therefore, only those who have passed through layers of tests and understand the weight of life and the severity of crimes can stand in the courtroom, rather than having their life or death decided solely based on personal likes and dislikes."

"The two homeless men, one was branded with the mark of immortality and could not leave Yandu and had to be summoned at any time, and the other had been chemically castrated. They both paid the price for their actions. It was definitely wrong for them to harass you, but it was not wrong for you to rip out their internal organs and leave them with only their two legs."

Fang Qian seemed to understand but not quite, and finally licked her lips: "But it's delicious."

"..."