Chapter 7 Is he really Murphy? Atia wants to know...
Atia wanted to know if those two incidents were just coincidences, but this was actually dangerous because he didn't know what he was facing. Anyone who could interrupt his attacks twice without him even noticing must be incredibly powerful.
At first, Atia didn't feel anything, except that the feeling of being held tightly by the insect was a bit strange. But if he tried to break free, the insect would hold him even tighter.
He tentatively gathered a little bit of strength in his clasped hands, but the male insect did not react.
Even after leaving the ward, Atia did not experience the same power barrier as before. Was it because his current power was insufficient, or because he did not have the prerequisite of self-destructing the insect core?
"Let's go! Watch out for the steps..."
Accompanied by joyful words, a cool, gentle, and powerful aura entered Atia's body through the point where the two insects were joined, bypassed the insect core, and entered his mental domain.
Almost instantly, the mental domain that had been buzzing and sawing in his mind quieted down, and he dared not move. At the same time, the noisy hallucinations that had been lingering in his ears since he was injured also stopped.
He felt as if he were in a protective shield of absolute tranquility, with all the chaos and noise blocked out.
Atiyah's eyelashes twitched slightly, and her hands unconsciously tightened, showing great surprise.
It was a completely different feeling from last time.
What kind of power is this? Is it pheromones? No, it doesn't seem like it. Pheromones only work when there is close contact. He had never heard of such a magical power that could soothe the mental domain simply by shaking hands.
If Morpheus possessed this power before, he couldn't have kept it hidden until now. Therefore, he must have acquired it recently, and it seems that he himself was unaware of it, otherwise he wouldn't have used it so casually.
So what exactly is the reason?
Atia began to think that he had seen Mephiel before he went completely blind. At that time, Mephiel was very silent, even somewhat timid. He often wore a common, jingling outfit and tried his best to please all the other male insects, but he didn't give the female insects a good look, just like all the other male insects.
But now, Murphy's voice has become steady and powerful, and his personality has become gentle and cheerful. He is very polite to doctors and nurses, but he doesn't give the male insects that used to try so hard to please him a good look.
A voice can change, but temperament and style of doing things are the result of years of accumulation and cannot be changed overnight. But Murphy's change is so great that it's as if he's been replaced by a completely different insect...
Wait, it's a different insect?
Atia realized that he might have been going down the wrong path all along. From the day he was sent to the hospital, Murphy seemed to have completely transformed into an insect, without any attempt to hide it, as if he had no intention of playing the role of the original insect.
Atiyah recalled his brief conversation with Palmer and the others the day before—
"You've been staying around here a lot lately, haven't you?"
Atiyah suddenly asked, "Was there anything unusual about him that day? Like, did he suddenly receive any news, or see any insects?"
Atia was asking about Mephiel. He thought that such an obvious change would alert his two subordinates to the abnormality, but to his surprise, both insects sounded confused.
"Abnormal?" the thin female insect Palmer pondered.
“Really?” The big female insect Rupert scratched her head. “Isn’t he always like this? It’s so weird.”
"But upon closer reflection, I can't seem to recall what he looked like before. Was he always like this?"
As the memory ended, Atia stopped in her tracks, her eyes meeting the figure ahead.
Everything seems to point to one truth.
Is he... really Murphy?
"What's wrong?"
The male insect walking ahead turned back with concern and asked, his tone as gentle as it had been since that day.
However, some insects appear calm on the surface but are secretly in a terrible state of distress.
Murphy desperately tried to pull his disruptive mental energy back. Just now, his mental energy had somehow wandered into Atia's body and wandered around like a hooligan. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it back.
The aloof, silver-haired female insect shook her head at him, seemingly unaware, and took a step forward to follow his pace.
The two insects continued walking forward as if nothing had happened, just like before.
Murphy pulled hard.
Murphy was furious.
After several attempts to entangle it, the strands of mental energy seemed to have set their sights on Atia, twisting together and refusing to return no matter what. Morpheus gave up on recalling it, thinking, "Whatever."
In a way, his mental strength is roughly equivalent to that of the insect itself, but the key question is, is he really this much of a rogue without any legal constraints? Huh?
Stepping out of the cold, gloomy building, the brilliant sunlight instantly enveloped Atia, as if casting a halo around him, and the ends of his long, silvery-white hair were tinged with gold.
Murphy saw Attia's beautiful eyes slightly narrowed in the sunlight, and the cold, tense aura around her seemed to melt away somewhat in the warm sunlight.
Seeing his expression, Murphy couldn't help but smile. "Do you like sunbathing? I'll take you out for a walk whenever there's a sunny day like this."
After all, who could resist a silver shaded cat stretching and squinting in the sun? He certainly couldn't.
Atia was unaware of Mephiel's thoughts, otherwise he would have found it even stranger.
After all, no male insect would find a female insect cute.
Atia followed in Möphyr's footsteps and strolled around the courtyard. Then she found a chair facing the sun, sat down, and quietly felt the warmth and tranquility.
Even in late autumn, the wind carries a gentle warmth when the sun is shining brightly. If it gets a little stronger, you can feel the tiny osmanthus blossoms fluttering down, filling the courtyard with fragrance.
The two insects remained seated like that.
Murphy quietly and secretly changed his grip on her hand into a gentle interlocking of their fingers.
Even on such a sunny day, Atia's fingertips were always cold. Murphy thought they should prepare a matching woolen glove. For now, they could only warm them up by holding hands.
It wasn't until the sun was setting and a slight chill was in the air that Murphy stood up, shook the two insects' clasped hands, and signaled that it was time to go back.
Atia didn't move, and Murphy thought he wanted to sit for a while longer, so he hesitated whether to go back to the ward to get another coat for him to wrap himself in, otherwise he would catch a cold again.
Suddenly, a clear, cold, and low voice rang out, a sound that evoked the awkward feeling of someone who hadn't spoken in a while suddenly starting to talk.
"Why?"
If you weren't Murphy, why didn't you kill me to silence me? Why did you go to the trouble of bringing me to the hospital?
He didn't ask who Murphy was, or anything else; he just suddenly felt an urge to speak, to ask that one question, and so he did.
Murphy's hand suddenly tightened, and for the next half minute, neither of them spoke or moved.
Atia waited calmly, his tightly clenched fingers stiffening slightly. He didn't regret his question, but he was disappointed that he couldn't see Morpheus's expression.
In the silence, a belatedly surprised voice suddenly rang out.
"You spoke?!" Murphy was quite surprised. It had been almost a week since he transmigrated, and he thought that the reclusive beauty would never speak to him. He never expected that she would actually speak today.
But as soon as he said it, Murphy felt something was off; it sounded like he was mocking the other insect for being mute and unable to speak.
Murphy tried to explain, "No, I didn't mean you can't speak. I meant I'm happy you can speak... uh, no, I meant I'm happy you're willing to speak..."
That doesn't seem right either. It feels like explaining it makes it sound like I'm blaming Atia for deliberately being difficult and unwilling to speak.
"Uh... Anyway, I'm happy that you're feeling better. And there's no reason why. Aren't we family? This is what I should do."
Murphy didn't understand Attia's meaning. He just thought Attia was asking him why he was suddenly being so nice to him. Sigh, poor male protagonist in a tragic novel. If he had a different mother, he might have been a successful and arrogant young master. Instead, he became such a pitiful little thing.
House bugs...
Atia raised her eyes, looking at Morpheus with those misty eyes, and remained silent for a long time.
He was an orphan who struggled his way out of the slums and never imagined that one day he would hear the word "house bug" come out of the mouth of a male bug that is inherently cruel.
As soon as Murphy said it, he felt that it was too sentimental and serious. The two insects had only known each other for a short time, and it would be embarrassing for the other person. So he added a sentence.
"If I had to say why, you're the most beautiful insect I've ever seen, wouldn't that count?"
A note from the author:
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Thank you Yu Jin for the baby's gift! I also saw several familiar babies leaving paw prints! So happy! Thank you, everyone! [Starry eyes][Sprinkling flowers]
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