Chapter 26 The male insect, watching the show in slippers, suddenly...
The male insect, wearing slippers, suddenly froze. "You, you're scaring me! I'm easily frightened." The terrifying images flashing through his mind made his legs tremble uncontrollably.
The male insect on the other end of the video call still looked shocked. This was the first time he had ever encountered something like this in his life. His voice was trembling slightly. "Don't turn around. Run away quickly. I'll call the police for you. Although I didn't see it very clearly, it really looks like it."
The male insect, wearing slippers, looked dejected, on the verge of tears, "I... my legs are weak..."
Just then, a weak groan suddenly came from the pile of garbage behind him. Amplified by the empty alley, it sounded indescribably eerie.
The male insect screamed in terror, yelling for help as it dragged its limp legs and ran frantically away, its face covered in tears and snot. Luckily, it saw a road insect passing by as soon as it exited the alley. Feeling like it had escaped death, it pounced on the road insect in front of it as if it were performing a grand salute, which startled the road insect.
Police cars arrived quickly, followed closely by an ambulance.
The number of emergency cases the male insect hospital has received in the past two days is more than in the past year. Generally, male insects have family doctors and basic medical equipment at home, and they would not be sent to the male insect hospital unless they were seriously injured. So the number of seriously injured male insects coming in one after another in the past two days is really shocking.
The patient brought in today is in particularly serious condition, not only because of his injuries, but also because he seems to be having a panic attack. Upon waking up, he shouted things like "Don't hit me, help me!" It is clearly a serious case of intentional assault.
The police officers who had been waiting nearby felt a chill run down their spines, sensing the trouble this incident was going to cause. They not only had to pay attention to the case itself, but also to public opinion on the internet.
Because Nelson is an A-class male insect, and this intentional injury incident occurred in the central star's inner region, which is known for its safety, both of these are absolutely major breaking news and hot topics.
So almost before the police and the male insect protection association could react, a heated discussion broke out on the StarNet.
[There have been two accidents already. While the first one was a coincidence, the second one was definitely intentional.]
[I happened to be passing by and saw a bit of it. He was beaten with a sack over his head. I heard his hands and feet were broken. My God, this is the first time I've ever seen male insects so vulnerable in the inner area. Are those patrol teams just sitting around doing nothing?]
[Generally speaking, isn't the security issue that male insects face usually kidnapping? How could they possibly treat a male insect so severely? This is absolutely outrageous! @Federal Police, @Male Insect Protection Association, come out and speak out!]
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Two incidents occurred in succession, both resulting in extremely serious injuries and disabilities. Many male insects were filled with anxiety. The Male Insect Protection Association received numerous letters complaining about their inaction and was overwhelmed with work. They immediately contacted the Public Security Bureau to hold an emergency meeting.
Members of the Male Insect Protection Association questioned, "I remember that the inner area has been fully covered by surveillance, with a camera almost every step you take. There are also patrolling robot insects in the air to check for criminal activity. Didn't any of these capture the culprit? Why hasn't the case been solved yet?"
He doesn't dare to go out now. If he does, he'll get poked in the face by the microphones of various tabloids, and the endless stream of complaint letters that his mailbox can't hold will pelt him from head to toe.
The two Grade A males who fell down were alright; it could be explained as an accident, and the responsibility could be shifted to the municipal department responsible for erecting the sign. However, the Grade A male that was covered in a sack and beaten was in a much more serious situation. In the eyes of many males, if the safety of Grade A males cannot be guaranteed, how can their safety be guaranteed?
The inner area is inhabited only by male insects, which have extremely high security requirements. Therefore, it is equipped with the most advanced technology and troops in the entire Federation.
After the central satellite terminal monitoring network was fully covered, there were almost no more security incidents in the inner area. Their previous focus was on whether male insects would be kidnapped for no reason. They never expected that a high-ranking male insect would be put in a sack and beaten.
The police chief's face was also grim. "We've checked all the surveillance cameras around the alley entrance, and all the patrol robots that passed by during that time period, but they only captured footage of Lord Nelson walking into the alley. Everything else is normal. The strange robot that Lord Nelson mentioned didn't appear in the surveillance footage at all."
The male insect protection association believes this reason is completely untenable. "What about the alley? Didn't the surveillance cameras in the alley capture it either? The surveillance cameras in the inner area have full coverage; there can't be any blind spots."
The police officer in charge of the insects looked even uglier. "The surveillance in the alley is handled by a fixed recycling machine insect, but all the energy-generating machine insects broke down and were sent back for repairs that day, including this fixed recycling machine insect, so there are no surveillance cameras in the alley today."
"What?"
There were just too many coincidences. It just so happened that there were no surveillance cameras in this alley, and it just so happened that all the energy machine insects were broken and sent back for repairs, ensuring that insects would come to throw away garbage, which led to the discovery of the victimized male insect.
"This was absolutely premeditated."
All the insects present thought the same thing, but they had no way to find out how to investigate.
They pinned their only hope on Nelson, since as the victim, he was the most likely to learn about the suspect's characteristics.
"According to Lord Nelson's description, the murderer seemed to have intended to break his leg, or perhaps it was some insect with whom you had a dispute?"
"Speaking of which, the two gentlemen Oliver also suffered the most serious leg injuries, but their injuries were purely coincidental; they probably just happened to run into each other."
After they asked the question, Nelson, who had finally calmed down, murmured, "Coincidence... coincidence... Oliver and the others also have legs..."
Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, his eyes widened, "...Morpheus, it must be Morpheus, he's the one I've had the biggest conflict with these past two days."
The more he talked, the more convinced he became that this was the case. "Murphy must have been furious about our warning to him yesterday, so he resorted to underhanded tactics. I want to sue him, and I demand that Murphy be arrested and severely punished immediately."
The police handling the case didn't expect to get involved with another A-level lord. However, this Lord Murphy has been very famous recently. Anyone who goes online has been bombarded with his thrilling comeback story.
However, summoning Lord Murphy to cooperate with the investigation requires evidence. They cannot arbitrarily offend another A-level male insect. Moreover, Lord Murphy is not seen in any of the existing surveillance videos, so this matter cannot be related to him.
"I am very sorry, Mr. Nelson..."
Nelson was in pain all over, especially his legs. He should have been numb with pain, but the wounds felt particularly piercing, forcing him to endure them consciously. He became extremely irritable. "It's Murphy, you bunch of useless trash! Can't you find evidence?"
Just then, Nelson caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye—black hair, a height that stood out among the male insects. He instantly became excited, and with difficulty, he moved his finger to point to Murphy at the door, who was asking for directions.
"Look, it's him! If it wasn't him, why would he come to the Male Insect Hospital today? It must be because I'm receiving treatment here, and he came to laugh at me."
"Huh?" As if hearing the sound, Murphy peeked into the ward. "Are you talking about me?"
"I just came to visit a classmate, I didn't expect to see you, what a coincidence."
Murphy was carrying a bountiful fruit basket, tied with a large red bow.
He proudly showed off the bow on the fruit basket, "How did you know my wife specially prepared a fruit basket for me? And even saw me off?"
Seeing his carefree, silly grin, Nelson gasped for breath, "I don't know, and I don't want to know. Tell me, was it you today? No, it must be you, it must be you."
"What are you saying?" Murphy was very confused by his words. He moved closer and seemed to only then see Nelson's miserable state. He covered his mouth in surprise, "Oh dear, what happened to you? You look terrible."
Because Nelson's injuries were quite severe, he needed to undergo reconstructive surgery before using the healing equipment, otherwise there would be a risk of misalignment and reattachment. Therefore, he was currently wrapped in pain-relieving bandages all over his body, and his appearance was quite miserable.
Murphy glanced at him, then at his own fruit basket, hesitated for a while before sighing, "Well, since we're already here and have seen it, given our relationship, it wouldn't be right not to leave something behind."
Murphy rummaged through the fruit basket, took out an apple, put it back, rummaged again, took out a banana, put it back, and finally took out a small grape, pinched it between two fingers, and placed it on Nelson's bedside table.
Nelson watched his stingy little actions and realized that he was doing this on purpose, only coming here to see him make a fool of himself. He gritted his teeth and said, "You..." Stop pretending to be a good worm.
Before he could speak, Murphy waved his hand and said, "No need to thank me, no need to thank me. I, a worm, always forgive and forget about worms." He was the epitome of a generous and kind person.
Nelson was so angry that he almost couldn't catch his breath. He had been suspicious of Murphy all along, since Murphy was the only insect who had initiated conflicts with them in the past two days. Now that Murphy was provoking him like this, he wished he could be restrained and not have a third hand to confront Murphy.
Nelson said, "What do you mean? Are you trying to humiliate me? You must have known I was here all along, right? Are you disappointed that I didn't die in the garbage dump? So you came to finish me off?"
Seeing that he was becoming agitated, the police officer next to him quickly stepped forward to calm him down. The pain-relieving bandages on his body had begun to leave bloody marks and had even come undone. If this continued, his injuries would worsen.
"Huh?" Murphy covered his mouth weakly, looking very puzzled.
"Did you misunderstand me like Clark did? I really was just passing by."
Murphy pretended to wipe the corner of his eye with his sleeve. "Sigh, why is it that such a kind-hearted worm like me is always misunderstood?"
“I’m so heartbroken,” he said, naturally taking back the grape that had been placed in front of Nelson, popping it into his mouth, and then chewing it over and over again.
He chewed pitifully, saying, "It seems... chewing chewing... I shouldn't have been here today... chewing chewing... I should leave... chewing chewing..."
After saying that, he hesitated for a moment, then, under Nelson's almost fiery glare, he turned and left gracefully, his movements fluid and decisive.
Nelson was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened in anger, seemingly spitting fire. He said to the police, "Did you see that? Isn't this a provocation? Doesn't that prove he's the murderer?"
The police were in a panic. "Mr. Nelson, calm down, calm down, the bandages are coming undone..."
The ward was in chaos, and Murphy sadly peeled another grape and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing and chewing.
Surprisingly, it's quite sweet.
The police were driven out by Nelson, who was in great pain and extremely agitated, smashing things and cursing. The room only quieted down after the doctor went in and gave him a sedative. However, all the pain bandages were torn apart, and Nelson was covered in blood, especially his legs, which twitched from time to time even in his sleep.
The police continued their efforts, but the results of the investigation were predictable. It seemed that there was no murderer at all, and without clues, there was no way to investigate.
The online situation escalated, overwhelming male insect protection associations and police departments with complaints, yet they were powerless to do anything about it.
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"Again!"
"Next!"
"Is the Dawn Legion really that weak? None of them could even last three rounds against me."
The former vice-commander of the Twilight Legion, Piccolo, is a newly promoted S-rank. Each female insect will advance 1-2 ranks after its metamorphosis period, and he was promoted from A-rank to S-rank after his metamorphosis period.
As the saying goes, insects strive to climb higher. After his strength greatly improved, Picol was naturally not satisfied with being a "vice" commander. So he set his sights on the leaderless Dawn Legion. Coincidentally, the Twilight Legion was looking to annex the Dawn Legion. And since he had been humiliated by the Atias before, he volunteered to come.
Standing on the ring, Pickel felt a sense of superiority, now that he was an S-class player while Attia had fallen from S-class to low-class, which was incredibly satisfying.
“…I’ll go.” Rupert clenched his fist and stepped forward, leaping onto the ring. He had also suffered considerable injuries in the war, and his strength had not fully recovered. His rank was only A. He knew he could not defeat Piccolo in his prime.
But he couldn't just stand by and watch the Legion Commander's defeated underling humiliate the Dawn Legion like this; he would drag it out until he was finished.
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