A Colossus rushes in at the start

"Have these observational data been cross-referenced with observational data from other bee colonies?"

Lu Shang read the information reported to him by the individual members of the swarm. Just now, the swarm had observed some additional information in the psionic network universe.

This information was not input by the swarm, nor did it originally exist in the psionic network universe; rather, it came from an unknown third party.

Upon discovering these, the swarm individuals responsible for the psionic network universe immediately relayed the information to Lu Shang.

"We've checked it; the observation data is consistent, basically ruling out the possibility of observational errors," the planetary organism reported.

Lu Shang nodded slightly. This eliminated the possibility of individual error. A single individual might make a mistake, but the probability of a group of individuals making the same mistake was extremely low.

The planetary being reporting asked, puzzled, "Data is static; it doesn't lie. But what exactly does this change in the psionic network universe mean?"

Lu Shang said, "Of course it means surprise, the surprise the swarm is looking for."

If this information from an unknown third party isn't some mistake by the swarm, then it's undoubtedly a big fish the swarm has been searching for.

After a moment's thought, Lu Shang ordered, "It's time for the swarm to choose a suitable medium in that universe. Remember to be careful in selecting the medium; I don't want to see any accidents."

"Okay," the planetary creature replied.

……

Sheriff Steele was brought out of the jail looking disheveled.

From the day he was attacked by the invisible monster in the deceased Ryder's room, his life trajectory, as well as that of the police officers present, plummeted like a roller coaster.

First, their shootout with the invisible monster was classified as an internal power struggle between police officers. Then, Sergeant Steel, who had worked diligently for many years and solved numerous cases, was accused of abusing his power, trafficking in contraband, and accepting bribes.

Because the police were being secretly investigated for trading contraband, Inspector Steel, along with his cronies who had already been bribed, used the pretext of investigating a murder to lure and kill the officers who were secretly gathering evidence. This led to the infighting among the officers in the room of the deceased, Ryder—this is the description in the official files.

After being brought out of prison, Steele encountered few obstacles on the way and was taken into the interrogation room.

Stiyl was familiar with this place; he often came here when interrogating criminals. It was as familiar as his living room. But this time, sitting in the prisoner's seat made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Stiyl didn't waste any words, because he knew that the people connected to the series of absurd events he was about to encounter were about to appear before him.

If his communication skills are skillful enough, it's not impossible for him to find out what happened.

The metal door to the interrogation room opened, and two people in robes walked in. To Stiyl's surprise, they both looked very young.

"Who are you? The interrogation room is not a place for non-police personnel like you." Steele asked tentatively, unsure of the two men's background.

"Haha, Sheriff Steel, you're quite the comedian," a young man chuckled.

Another young man continued, "Knowing the law and breaking it, using his position as sheriff to do so many years of shady work, lining his own pockets and aiding and abetting wrongdoing, now that he's been caught and is in jail, he can still talk to others about rules and regulations. Don't you find that laughable?"

"..."

Stiyl didn't reply; he remained silent.

Having participated in many interrogations over the years, he immediately discerned the two men's attitude towards him from this simple conversation—a condescending and disdainful attitude, a kind of disdain that superiors show no pity when they see inferiors suffering and treat it as a source of amusement.

Just as Steele was pondering how to coax the two men into revealing what he wanted to know, he heard them ask directly, "Sheriff Steele, where exactly did you hide the amulet in that room?"

Stiyl's expression changed drastically, and the anger in his eyes as he looked at the two men gradually rose. He suddenly stood up.

"It was you! You framed me!"

The person or group that could frame him and send him to prison must be someone or something with immense power. Stiyl wasn't sure what the person who framed him was after, but he was certain it was related to that amulet.

"Don't get excited," a young man said.

"you……"

Stiyl stared in astonishment at the young man sitting opposite him. The anger that had been rising in his heart inexplicably dissipated. His mind told him that he should be angry at this moment, but Stiyl just couldn't muster any anger.

"Sit down," another young man who was already seated said calmly.

Stiyl was shocked to find that his body had involuntarily sat back down.

What kind of power is this? Magic?

Stiyl felt as if he had returned to the day he encountered the invisible monster, and his worldview collapsed.

At this moment, the person on the other end spoke up: "Sheriff Steel, as you can see, we are ordinary people, and our work is just ordinary work. We hope you can cooperate with us and tell us what happened to you that day, and where that amulet went."

Sheriff Steele held his breath, trying desperately to control the urge to speak, but he couldn't.

"The amulet, that amulet was lost in the chaos..."

"There was a monster. It attacked the officers who were carrying the amulet. Many of us lost our lives..."

The two men opposite him exchanged a glance, then continued, "The amulet isn't here. Who do you think has the best chance of getting it, Sheriff Stiyl?"

Stiyl, breathing heavily, replied, "That invisible monster that attacked the officers... the monster ate my subordinate whole. The amulet was in my subordinate's hand at the time, so it must have been swallowed by the monster along with it..."

Without a second thought, a young man opposite him said, "Impossible. Sage Kraf's amulet contains the power left behind by a sage. Outsiders cannot touch it, unless..."

"Unless, the monster isn't a monster at all, but a human," his companion chimed in.

Sages and saints?

Can't touch anything that's different?

Was all of this man-made?

Stiyl, who had gleaned information from the other party's few words, felt his heart skip a beat.

"Now that things are clear, let's go."

Having obtained the information they wanted, the two did not intend to linger in the interrogation room any longer, and got up to leave after speaking.

Just then, Stiyl finally said, "Wait, wait a minute!"

"You're saying it was all man-made? That the invisible monster doesn't exist at all, and that someone is just playing tricks?"

Upon hearing Stiyl's question, one of the young men in a long robe replied nonchalantly, "Who knows? We need to confirm the specifics further."

"Take me with you, I can help you," Steele said firmly.

The young man glanced at him disdainfully. "You? You can't even resist divine words, what makes you think you can help us? Relying on those toy guns your officers have?"