Unspeakable bubbles

"Little friend, where are your parents?" Keke went up to them.

"It's time for soup." The strange child handed the bowl forward.

Coco inexplicably reached out and took the mushroom soup, then drank it without saying a word.

"It tastes awful!"

Muttering to herself, the catwoman suddenly woke up from her sleep.

When she opened her eyes, she found that there was no one in her arms.

Keke hurriedly ran out of the tree hole and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the familiar figure.

It was just dawn, and the little girl was energetically doing a set of morning exercises.

"One, two, three, four; five, six, seven, eight"

"Two, two, three, four; five, six, seven, eight"

Bubbles rhythmically call out their steps, getting ready for a new day.

Keke was suddenly touched. Even this little girl, Paopao, hadn't lost heart. She had to cheer herself up too!

I moved around a bit, and the wound still hurt, but I could bear it and it wouldn't affect my walking.

She smiled and greeted Bubble, "Come on, I'll show you the way back."

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The police station was bustling with people, phones were ringing, shouts were being made, and there was a commotion at the door—all of which irritated Locke immensely.

"Mr. Locke, could you please recount the events of that day?"

"I've said it so many times, I didn't come here early this morning to waste my time!"

Locke slammed his fist on the table. "I am a federal citizen. You have no right to detain me!"

"Oh, you've misunderstood."

The middle-aged police officer opposite him looked troubled: "But you said they had a fight and killed each other... There were no bullet marks on the bodies at all, they looked like they were burned."

"How should I know?" Locke said, looking completely unconcerned.

"This is something you're investigating; what does it have to do with me?"

Despite Locke's cautious demeanor in the Federation, once he arrived in Elijah, he became completely unrestrained after a few days of initial caution due to unfamiliarity with the place.

His confidence certainly didn't stem from his federal citizenship, but rather...

'Elijah's native mystical forces were ridiculously weak!'

Locke has been working tirelessly these past few days to find suitable test subjects.

Under the guidance of a certain enthusiastic leader, he also met many so-called 'big shots'.

To Locke's surprise, they had no mystical guards with them.

Well, that makes things easier for him.

With a few clever maneuvers, Locke got a group of 'big shots' to beg and plead for his top-quality experimental subjects, while also sharing all the information they possessed with him.

Following the clues, Locke searched upwards, level by level.

As his rank rose, he encountered several mysterious figures, but in Locke's eyes, they were utterly insignificant.

Locke was finally at ease when he found the leader of the city's largest criminal organization the day before yesterday.

'The lack of a large-scale mystical organization makes the weakness of Elijah's mystical side utterly baffling.'

Well, or perhaps Elijah wasn't an isolated case, but rather the Federation's mystical side was too powerful?

After making this discovery, Locke even had a fleeting thought of staying in Elijah to develop his followers.

Compared to the harsh environment of the federal government, this place is an undeveloped piece of land!

The excitement was fleeting; Locke soon began to ponder—why should he get such a lucrative opportunity?

He pondered for a long time and remembered a comment made by an expert on a certain program, mocking Elijah.

“Elijah? Haha, isn’t that just the Boyle family’s backyard?”

Boyle... one of the four noble surnames in the Kingdom of Sein.

Locke had never believed in the 'backyard' concept before, but considering the actual situation he knew, he had to face the possibility.

'Another behemoth'

Locke wisely abandoned the idea of ​​developing in Elijah, and at the same time, he trembled.

Speaking of which, Lord Locke is considered a powerful figure in Elijah, so isn't this little policeman in front of him a bit too arrogant?

“Federal citizens must also abide by Elijah’s laws, and you have an obligation to cooperate with our investigation!” the middle-aged policeman said curtly.

Section 103, Chapter 102: The Black Factory

Having someone protecting you and having great strength are two different concepts.

Besides, this was just an insignificant police station in the whole of Elijah.

Locke smiled as he looked at the middle-aged policeman in front of him, his voice becoming eerie.

"I think I need to speak with the person in charge here."

The middle-aged policeman suddenly realized that Locke's words made a lot of sense, and a voice kept telling him to do as he was told.

"Yes, sir, please come with me."

Locke nodded in satisfaction; his skills didn't seem to have deteriorated.

He is not a strong spiritualist, but do not forget Locke's true identity.

He could easily use the tricks that some mentally strong individuals would employ.

Since it's a petty trick, it will naturally leave traces afterward, and it may even be ineffective against ordinary people with firm beliefs and resilient personalities.

"So, not only is the power of the mystical side worrisome, but even the heads of the violent organizations are incompetent?"

Locke covered his forehead. The chief in front of him stared blankly at him with a stupid look on his face.

"Alright, let's not waste any more time."

Locke asked, "Is the security situation here really that bad? Or am I just really unlucky? Why did I encounter a terrorist attack on my first trip to Elijah?"

"Sir, you are out of luck. It would have been unthinkable in the past for demi-human bandits to dare to kidnap a distinguished guest of the Federation," the director said respectfully.

"You Elijahians are in such a terrible situation, yet you've never resisted?" Locke looked very puzzled.

"We no longer make products with a rebellious spirit. Now we only produce docile rabbit people, stupid dog-headed people, and cat people who sell well... They won't rebel."

The director's words made Locke think deeply. He remained silent for a long while. "Does Elijah really have the technology to eliminate the rebellious spirit of the demi-humans?"

"How could such technology exist?"

"Huh? How do you know those demi-humans won't resist?" Locke asked, looking bewildered.

"Sir, we've stopped producing those violent and defective products," the director emphasized once again.

Is that the problem? What makes you think that docile, stupid demi-humans wouldn't rebel?

Seeing his confident demeanor, Locke couldn't help but say, "But what about the hostage situation that has already occurred? You're blatantly lying."

"With Elijah creating so many demi-humans every year, there are bound to be some who don't live up to expectations."

The director said casually, "Low-probability issues are not issues."

"Uh"

Locke opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"Okay, what's all the noise at the entrance so early in the morning?" Locke changed the subject.

"It's those reporters, sir."

The bureau chief pulled out a few newspapers from his drawer. "Look."

Locke glanced at the headline and his gaze froze.

"The spark of resistance? The declaration of standing up!"

"Shocking! Federal passengers hijacked, government does nothing."

"Elementary school students perished in the fire; the government abused lethal weapons."

Who will pay the price for the lost young life?

Locke quickly flipped through the newspaper; what he saw inside was truly shocking.

'These are all anti-government, inflammatory contents. Is it really okay to publish them like this?'

Most importantly, Locke's gaze lingered on one of the articles, which contained a long, detailed description of the horrific events that had occurred the previous day.

The prisoners were all destitute, hungry, and cold subhumans who couldn't find work.

Left with no other choice, they chose to rebel.

After kidnapping a primary school student who was traveling in Elijah, they had no intention of harming her; they simply wanted to use her as leverage to negotiate with the authorities and find a way for all demi-humans to survive.

However, the depraved authorities disregarded the innocent child and brutally used weapons of mass destruction to annihilate the demi-humans in one fell swoop.

Innocent victims...

There was also a black and white portrait of Bubble on the newspaper; the little girl looked extremely innocent.

There's a problem, a huge problem!

This article doesn't stand up to scrutiny at all. Putting aside everything else, how do you know so much about something that happened just yesterday?

No, that's not the point. Locke's expression turned serious.

How could articles that play the emotional card, incite demi-humans to rebel, and smear the authorities be allowed to be printed?!

“Don’t you think there’s something wrong with these newspapers?” Locke questioned.

"Of course there's a problem, that's slander!"