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The next day, at 8:17 PM, after a day of training, An Xiaotian and Qin Weishan walked out of the training ground side by side, each carrying their training equipment. However, instead of returning to their rooms to rest, they headed to find Jiao An at the interrogation site, despite being drenched in sweat. After a day of investigation, An Xiaotian believed that Wang Hao's identity should have been clarified.
Jiao An and her team chose to temporarily detain Wang Hao in a specially designed glass room. From Wang Hao's statements, Jiao An gathered a lot of information, but it seemed hard for her to believe. If Jiao An had confirmed its authenticity, she would have informed An Xiaotian and the others long ago. Yet, An Xiaotian waited all day without receiving any call from Jiao An.
"You stay here and behave for the next few days," Jiao An said to Wang Hao in the glass room as she and her assistant organized the documents.
Wang Hao sat on the bed in the glass room, his hands clasped together on his lap, with a wound on his back from Lu Sha being bandaged. He remained silent, staring blankly at the two people outside the glass window. Finally, Jiao An pressed a button, and dark iron walls rose around the glass room, leaving only two windows that isolated Wang Hao's gaze from himself.
"Dumb Qiao, still working?"
"Uh-huh, I'm off work soon; I'll be right out."
After hanging up with Qin Weishan, Jiao An instructed her assistant to put away the documents and went downstairs outside. Just as she was about to stretch, an intense itching sensation suddenly struck her waist.
"Ah!" Jiao An jolted—she knew there was only one person who dared to touch her body knowing she was ticklish—she quickly reacted by grabbing the hand that reached for her waist and twisted it outward before delivering an elbow strike to the person behind her. However, she stopped just short of making contact.
"Ah! That hurts! Let go, you silly!" Qin Weishan pleaded from behind her.
"Call me sister and I'll let you go."
"Sister! Sister Jiao An is the best, the most gentle and caring, cute and kind-hearted with beautiful skin..."
"Hmph." The corners of Jiao An's mouth involuntarily lifted as she turned around with a proud glare at Qin Weishan, like a cat that had just bullied a dog.
An Xiaotian looked at Qin Weishan who was holding his arm and loudly complaining about how heavy-handed Jiao An was and smiled helplessly. "Can you two stop feeding me dog food? I've been shipping you two for three years; spare me already."
"Ouch—who taught you to talk like that?" Now it was Qin Weishan's turn to glare at An Xiaotian. Meanwhile, Jiao An seemed unaffected by An Xiaotian's remarks; she playfully stole a glance at Qin Weishan as if she no longer minded how An Xiaotian referred to them.
Three years may seem long from a human perspective, but one must admit that three years is just a blink of an eye in the vastness of space. Yet within that blink, any human's character or even fate can undergo tremendous changes.
Humans are incredibly fragile and easily swayed. In this long moment, An Xiaotian had grown from a rookie into a formidable captain of the alliance. With his own eyes, he witnessed the stories of two veterans from the early days of the Superhero Alliance. Perhaps Qin Weishan and Jiao An themselves were unaware, but An Xiaotian could clearly feel their feelings blossoming; he just hadn’t voiced it yet. He believed that one day Qin Weishan and Jiao An would walk towards a romantic future together, just like he hoped for himself and Yang Meng.
"Alright, let's get down to business," Jiao An said as she pulled Qin Weishan beside her and warned him, "If you dare tickle me again, do you believe I’ll kick your manhood off? Acting like a little kid every day."
"Okay okay! My bad—let’s talk about your serious matters," Qin Weishan chuckled apologetically.
"Do you both remember dealing with Viper three years ago?" Jiao An asked them. "The person we interrogated back then was named Li Fei, right? He mentioned that Moon People had infiltrated our civilization."
"Yes," An Xiaotian nodded before a bold thought appeared in his mind. "Don't tell me he's one of the Moon People."
"Exactly."
Jiao An confirmed this surprisingly and continued recalling today’s interrogation events: "This is what Wang Hao admitted himself, but I still find it hard to believe. We conducted blood sample tests on him; all cell concentration levels were within normal human ranges. No matter how you look at it, he appears to be an Earthling. So I can only take his claims with a grain of salt."
"He basically said everything. First, I asked him why he was collecting our information, and his reply was that it was to win the next battle."
"The next battle?" An Xiaotian and Qin Weishan exchanged glances. The three of them present had all participated in the war instigated by Xiu Sha years ago.
"Yes, this is a very serious matter," Jiao An frowned. "He has uploaded our information to their internal Human headquarters database, which means they can target each of our strengths and weaknesses for corresponding attacks."
"Well, that's not entirely bad news," Qin Weishan appeared quite optimistic. "At least they regard us now, don't they?"
"We have repelled two invasions from internal Human; it's hard for them not to respect us," An Xiaotian said. "So this Wang Hao is an internal Human hiding on Earth, essentially a spy."
"Exactly," Jiao An added. "I also asked him why he wanted to sue General Jiang and why his first sniper target was Ren Yong'an. But after that, no matter how I questioned him, he stopped talking."
"Suing General Jiang might be his first step to undermine our organization, but unfortunately, he didn't succeed," An Xiaotian looked down at the stone-paved road under the streetlight. "The target being Ren Yong'an likely means he thought our presence would expose Ren Yong'an, wanting to eliminate him before Ren could reveal himself, thus ensuring his own safety. Later, he probably missed the second shot; the bullet veered off and hit Lu Sha instead."
Qin Weishan looked at An Xiaotian with admiration; indeed, as the captain, he could think of so much.
"Of course, this is just my speculation," An Xiaotian shrugged. "Sister Jiao An, call Liu Xuan tomorrow and let Nars check if he is indeed an internal Human. If not, then I can only say he's a mental patient. I hope that's the case."
"Alright," Jiao An glanced at her watch. "It's about time; let's head back together. I still need to contact some acquaintances in the judicial authorities to see if we can protect General Jiang."
"The key now lies with Ren Yong'an," Qin Weishan wanted to share his thoughts as well. "When I was training earlier, I mentioned to Xiaotian that if we can ensure Ren Yong'an recovers in the hospital and let him be absent as a plaintiff, the court should dismiss the case, which would keep General Jiang safe."
"Hmph, trust me, he won't dare," An Xiaotian said. "This guy probably needs a thorough psychological evaluation in the hospital."
"If that's really the case..." Jiao An dialed a number on her phone. "The general should be fine... Hello, Old Lin? It's me, Jiao An; I want to discuss a recent case with you..."
Jiao An waved goodbye to the two and headed down the stairs toward the living area.
"This guy always acts aloof; she's clearly a funny girl," Qin Weishan loudly complained to An Xiaotian while watching Jiao An's retreating figure, seemingly hoping for some reaction from her. An Xiaotian merely smiled without speaking; he believed that behind Jiao An's back was a face holding back laughter but refusing to turn around.
The distance between them was like a binary star system in distant stardust; it seemed they were moving apart, but the gravitational pull of longing forever bound them together, never letting go.
Back in his room, An Xiaotian opened the music box on his desk and sat by the window after washing up, staring blankly at the uneven mountain ridges outside. He wasn't sure what he was thinking; ever since piloting the Fierce Eagle armor, memories began flooding into his blurred vision—from General Wang Yangchen's smiling face to his roommate Xiao Wu who died before him, then to Qin Weishan and Jiao An who had accompanied him all along... Thinking of them led An Xiaotian's thoughts back to his good brother Liu Xuan; timelines began reversing in his memories back to what seemed like a long time ago during high school—a white expanse of consciousness where faces he could no longer recall politely stood along the path of memories; at that distant end was the girl who brought vibrant colors to his entire youth...
"Mengmeng..."
An Xiaotian suddenly remembered something and shifted his gaze back to the phone he had placed on the desk earlier. He had chatted with Yang Meng briefly and sent her a message but thought it was because he hadn't replied yet.
However, that wasn't the case.
In the long-ignored chat window was still the message An Xiaotian sent Yang Meng ten minutes ago. He pursed his lips helplessly; he thought of many reasons—perhaps Yang Meng was still working overtime or driving home or maybe...
"Forget it." An Xiaotian stood up and turned off the light before sitting back on his bed. In truth, he wished someone would care about him; however, in front of his teammates, he didn't want to appear so weak—only in front of his family and loved ones did he perhaps have a chance to express his vulnerable side. But Yang Meng had been very busy lately; their contact had been minimal. Every night while at base, An Xiaotian would gaze out at the night scene through the floor-to-ceiling window lost in thought about cherished memories and worrying about an uncertain future...
On the third day, Liu Xuan's room was covered with long rolls of white paper—not for stepping on but rather designs for equipment created by Nars for everyone. Ever since having Nars within him, Liu Xuan transformed from a well-behaved child who went to bed on time into a night owl like Xu Yicheng—refusing to sleep until after two in the morning.
However, unlike Xu Yicheng, who manages to wake up before eight every morning, Liu Xuan is not as capable; usually, when he opens his eyes, half the morning has already passed.
On this winter morning, when only a faint light of dawn was visible, Liu Xuan was unexpectedly awakened by a phone call. He glanced at the time—it was nine o'clock, still early...
"Hello?"
"Liu Xuan, are you free? Can you come to A2 building? I'll wait for you downstairs."
The voice on the other end was Sister Jiao An. As expected, she wanted to talk to Liu Xuan about the recent situation with Wang Hao.
"I... I'll be there soon."
With no other choice, Liu Xuan had to open his eyes, kick off the blanket, and hurriedly wash up.
"Liu Xuan? Liu Xuan?"
On the phone, Jiao An hadn't hung up yet and was calling out for Liu Xuan. Just as he picked up his cup, he quickly turned around and grabbed his phone again: "I'm here, what's wrong?"
"Come later; it's nothing." Jiao An looked at the glass room that descended after the iron wall came down. "We need to handle... the deceased first."
"Huh?" Liu Xuan was confused. "Who died?"
"Wang Hao committed suicide." Jiao An stated directly without avoiding the topic.
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