"I insist on reporting this." Shen Ye said.
"Fine, I will report this incident in its entirety, but for now, you two can't fight anymore—"
The old man emphasized his tone and said:
"Shen Ye, I'll give you a different room. As for you, Mr. Investigator, stay obediently in the command room. We'll resolve this after we return to Earth."
"Any objections?"
No one spoke.
Shen Ye stared at the young man, and the young man stared back at him.
But in the end, the young man was escorted away by other Professionals.
The old man, true to his word, gave Shen Ye a better room.
Shen Ye moved in with his Chihuahua.
The door shut.
He sat on the sofa, lost in thought.
Rather than deep contemplation, it was more like letting his thoughts dissipate outward.
An infinity of thoughts unfolded into the void, observing the multitudes of beings, like the universe itself.
The spacecraft.
The command room.
The old man spoke: "Pull up the surveillance screens."
"Yes, sir!"
