An Zhe lowered his eyes slightly. It felt strange to have his head touched by the judge. He felt that Lu Feng was in a very gentle state now.

If it was because of his previous words that he comforted this person, he would feel quite happy.

So he smiled at Lu Feng.

Then he saw Lu Feng's eyes turned evil, and the finger that was originally touching his head went down and pinched his face.

——An Zhe felt that this person was better when he was in a bad mood, at least he wouldn't bully others casually.

He ran away from Lu Feng: "I'm going to see the pot."

Lu Feng: "Uh-huh."

An Zhe returned to the kitchen and found that the fruit had indeed opened, and the bubbles were crowded and almost bursting through the pot lid. He had mastered enough cooking skills these days. He opened the transparent pot lid and white steam steamed up.

, the foam quickly subsided. The bacon has been soaked in the boiling water, and the edges of the potato pieces have become rounded. A small amount of milk makes the soup slightly white, and the fresh and salty smell that hits your face seems to be there.

There is a broad and long sweet aroma, which is a taste that Anzhe likes very much.

He took the spoon on the side and used the bottom of the spoon to crush the soft potato pieces. The small pieces gradually melted into the soup under stirring and grinding, and the potato soup became richer to the naked eye.

Lu Feng came to the kitchen at some unknown time, leaned against the door frame, and said calmly: "Do you want my help?"

Of course, An Zhe didn't expect the colonel to be familiar with the work in the kitchen. He said, "No."

But Lu Feng didn't leave either. He just looked at An Zhe there, then moved his eyes to the kitchen and looked around the small space.

Finally, his eyes stopped on the silver faucet on the sink: "Leaking?"

An Zhe: "Yeah."

The kitchen faucet had been leaking since the first day he moved in. No matter how tight he tightened it, water would still drip down. During the day, the sound was not noticeable, but at night, everything was silent. Even when the lights of the Twin Towers in the distance were extinguished, the sound came again and again.

The sound of dripping water echoed throughout the room, sometimes disturbing his sleep. Disturbing his sleep was secondary, but more importantly, he would probably have to pay more for water at the end of the day.

But Lu Feng took off his coat and put it aside, rolled up the cuffs of his uniform shirt, and raised his hand to close the black water gate above the water pipe - it was out of reach of An Zhe's height.

Then, he turned off the faucet.

An Zhe watched his actions silently. He felt that there were only two possibilities for Lu Feng's move. One was to completely destroy his faucet, and the other was to help him repair it.

Intellectually he feels it is the former, but emotionally he is more willing to believe the latter.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Lu Feng was dismantling the faucet into eight pieces and said without raising his head: "Go."

His tone was as confident as if he was the owner of the room.

The real owner An Zhe put down the spoon, walked to the entrance and opened the door. He was a soldier in military uniform.

The man looked around the living room and said, "Colonel Lu asked me to come here."

He has a loud voice.

I heard Lu Feng's calm voice coming from the kitchen: "Here."

The soldier walked to the door and saluted with his military boots: "Colonel Lu, I am a member of the Logistics Department. I neglected your ID card problem. It was a mistake in our work——"

His words suddenly paused, and his eyes moved to the faucet parts in Lu Feng's hand, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and then he continued: "...For this, we express our sincere apologies and -"

"Stop talking nonsense." Lu Feng interrupted him coldly.

The soldier said: "...I sent you a new ID card."

"Thank you." Lu Feng put the two parts back together with both hands without even looking at him, and said, "Put it down."

There were some potato peels piled next to the sink, and next to them were kitchen knives.

There is water in the sink.

The colonel has faucet parts in his hand.

The soldier held up the ID card and for a moment, he didn't know where to put it.

An Zhe could only whisper: "Give it to me."

After receiving the ID card, it is time to see the guests off.

At the door, the soldier glanced at the colonel in the kitchen, then looked at An Zhe. He deliberately lowered his voice, but because his voice was already loud, his voice was not quiet even after lowering it: "...What are you doing, colonel?"

An Zhe: "Fix the faucet."

"Can the judge still repair faucets?" The soldier looked at him suspiciously: "Then you and him are..."

An Zhe: "We are neighbors now."

Soldier: "What about before?"

"Before..." An Zhe thought of the two of them sleeping in each other's beds and said, "Let's call them friends."

The soldier's mouth twitched unnaturally: "...Haha."

He didn't seem to believe it.

Maybe it was because Lu Feng rarely opened other people's faucets, so An Zhe sent the soldiers away calmly.

——He returned to the kitchen and saw that the faucet had been returned to its original position.

Lu Feng opened the water gate.

The faucet does not leak.

"Wow." An Zhe said.

Looking at the faucet, he felt that the judge was not always aloof and ignored others, and at the same time he felt that this person seemed to know everything.

He said: "You are so awesome."

His voice was still so soft and delicate. The aroma of potato soup had completely evaporated, and with the dense vapor filling the entire room, Lu Feng said calmly: "You're not bad, either."

After the potato soup was completely cooked, An Zhe divided it into two bowls and paired it with two packs of compressed biscuits as the staple food. Lu Feng seemed to be in a happy mood, but An Zhe couldn't taste it, so he racked his brains.

I wanted to get some information about the lighthouse from Lu Feng, so I asked Lu Feng a lot of questions.

"What do you do next?"

"Waiting for arrangements."

"Would you work at the Twin Towers?"

"maybe."

"Do the lighthouses have regular contact with the military?"

"seldom."

"The doctor works in a lighthouse...are you familiar with him?"

"Not familiar." Lu Feng's face was expressionless.

The obvious indifference made An Zhe give up the idea of ​​continuing to ask, but stopping here seemed more suspicious, so he continued to ask: "The little girl today..."

The next second, Lu Feng looked at him.

"Don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked," he said calmly, "Don't talk while eating."

Anzhe shut up in disappointment.

Until the end of dinner, he didn't even get anything about the spores, but the judge's attitude towards him seemed much better.

An Zhe opened the door and sent Lu Feng back.

Lu Feng said: "Goodbye."

An Zhe also said: "Goodbye."

Lu Feng saw Lu Feng put the new ID card on the sensor, the green light turned on, and the door lock opened smoothly.

Lu Feng opened the door.

Then, he suddenly stopped moving, and his whole body seemed to be still.

This kind of behavior was very rare for a colonel, so An Zhe quietly poked his head out and moved his gaze into the room.

Seeing this, he also paused.

The room is not empty.

There was a huge open suitcase next to the sofa facing the door. Sitting on the sofa was an officer in black uniform. The officer had black hair and green eyes and was looking at the door coldly.

Lu Feng, who was standing at the door, turned back and looked at An Zhe with the same eyes.

An Zhe: "...not me."

It's really not him.

The Judge's puppet has never been seen since he was captured. He thought that this evil thing had been blown to pieces together with District 6. How could it appear in Lu Feng's home?

At this moment, Lu Feng's communicator rang, and the person opposite had a loud voice. It was the soldier from the logistics department who had come to deliver the card before: "Colonel, have you returned to the room? Can the new ID card be used normally?"

"Thank you, yes." Lu Feng said, "But I want to know what's going on with the doll in my living room?"

"Doll?" The soldier opposite was slightly confused at first, and then suddenly realized: "When the Tribunal was evacuating in an emergency, important materials and items were rescued. The soldiers responsible for the rescue saw this and thought it might be important military equipment, so they brought it over with them.

It’s gone. We didn’t know what to do with it, so we just put it in your room.”

Lu Feng repeated: "Important military equipment?"

"It's like this. Although we are in the main city, we also know that there are some reactionary organizations opposing the Tribunal in the outer city. We judge that the simulated doll may be a prop used by the Tribunal to lure enemies, not to mention its manufacturing cost.

Very..." the man gushed.

Lu Feng said nothing.

The man finally realized something was wrong: "Colonel, did I say something wrong?"

"No, thank you." Lu Feng hung up the communication.

After hanging up, he said to An Zhe, "Come here."

Anzhe felt desperate. He had not been convicted in the previous case. He was only released from prison due to a sudden worm attack. Now that the stolen goods appeared again, would the judge want to bring up the old matter again and convict him?

He walked over.

Lu Feng roughly picked up the doll from the sofa, put it back into the suitcase, and pushed the suitcase towards An Zhe. An Zhe held down the handle of the lever because he didn't know what to do.

Lu Feng: "I'll give it to you."

An Zhe: "..."

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