Dressed as King? Facing vaccine addicts right from the start!

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"I was cleaning my knife in my room all night, and then I fell asleep. I have no idea when it disappeared!"

Tong Di calmly analyzed, "In other words, someone broke into your room, stole your knife, and then used it to attack Zombie Man. So, we need to confirm everyone's alibis from last night."

He first looked at Bangu, who was the first to discover the scene.

“I am old and a light sleeper,” Bang replied in a deep voice, his hands behind his back.

"I meditated in my room all night until dawn before going out, and I didn't hear any unusual noises during that time."

His answer was calm, powerful, and impeccable.

Genos also added, "I've been in the room with my teacher since 10 p.m. last night. He was reading comics while I stayed by his side."

"The room's surveillance footage can prove that we did not leave the room."

At this moment, Chogokin Kuroko also stepped out from the crowd.

He looked much better than last night. Although he was still silent, his eyes were less confused and more profound.

“I… spent most of last night in the courtyard.”

He glanced at the vending machine not far away and said, "Later I met Mr. KING and chatted with him for a while. Then I went back to my room."

"Mr. King?"

The moment the name was uttered, everyone's eyes immediately focused on the man who had been standing at the very edge of the crowd—KING.

Facing the collective gaze of a group of S-class heroes, Lin Mo calmly raised his hand to cover another yawn.

“Yes,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse, “I went out to buy drinks last night, and then went back to sleep.”

Chapter 95 Tornado: I'm not a child!

This unremarkable answer, coupled with King's matter-of-fact attitude, created an indescribable sense of intimidation.

Child Emperor had prepared a series of questions: "When did you go out?" "Did you see any suspicious people?" "Can you provide a more specific time?"

At that moment, everything got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Are you kidding me? Going to question the strongest man on earth? Suspecting he'd steal a knife in the middle of the night and stab someone?

That's even more absurd than believing that monsters and humans can coexist peacefully.

Even if Mr. King wanted to kill someone, did he need to go through all this trouble? He could just glance at the target and they would explode on their own.

The investigation appears to have reached a stalemate.

Everyone's story sounded irrefutable, but the "murder" had indeed happened.

Just as Child Emperor was racking his brains, preparing to use high-tech methods to investigate fingerprints and DNA, the person in question, whom everyone considered a "victim," suddenly let out a painful groan.

"Uh...is it dawn yet? It's so noisy..."

The zombie man slowly opened his eyes. He sat up, looked down at the katana stuck in his chest, and showed an extremely disgusted expression.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he stretched out his right hand, grasped the hilt of the sword, and without changing his expression, pulled the long sword out of his chest with a "plop".

The moment the blade left the body, the horrific wound that had pierced through it healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few seconds, only a patch of intact skin remained, without even a scar.

"What are you doing..."

As the zombie man cracked his stiff neck, he tossed the still-blood-stained "murder weapon" to the Atomic Samurai beside him without even glancing at it.

"I think I bumped into something last night, and it felt like something poked inside. I was too lazy to care and just lay down to sleep. Do you guys have to make such a fuss?"

There was dead silence.

The "murder case" mystery theater that Tong Di had meticulously constructed was instantly shattered by the casual remark made by the party involved.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

"Are you... are you alright?" Atomic Samurai instinctively caught his beloved sword and asked.

"What could possibly be wrong with me?" The zombie man stood up, dusted himself off, and looked like he hadn't woken up yet.

"Alright, alright, everyone disperse. I need to go have a smoke to perk myself up."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the smoking area without looking back, leaving a group of S-class heroes with different expressions bewildered in the wind.

A tense "murder case" ended without a trace in a way that no one could have predicted.

The group exchanged bewildered glances. Although they found the whole process quite bizarre, since the parties involved had said they "couldn't be bothered with it," it seemed pointless for them to pursue the matter further.

So everyone shrugged and dispersed in twos and threes.

Only Child Emperor remained standing there, unwilling to give up. He bit down hard on the lollipop in his mouth, making a crisp "crunch" sound, his handsome little face filled with the thought, "I haven't even had a chance to use my reasoning skills yet."

Meanwhile, in another luxurious room at the hotel.

"Well... my head hurts..."

Tornado rolled over on a soft, large bed, rubbing her temples, which were throbbing from a hangover, and slowly opened her eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow into the room.

The room seemed to have been ravaged by superpowers, with several cushions and a magazine floating haphazardly in mid-air.

She sat up, her mind a jumble of mush, fragments of memories swirling within it.

"Drinking..." she murmured to herself.

That's right, it was drinking. She remembered.

She was in a good mood at the dinner party last night. Until she passed by King and that damn bald guy's table.

She only glanced at him briefly before the bald man, holding a glass of orange juice, smiled with his bald face and said, "Ah, Tornado, kids shouldn't drink alcohol, have some juice instead."

"boom--!"

This seemingly ordinary sentence instantly ignited the powder keg in Tatsumaki's heart.

She was so angry that she almost used her superpowers to blow up the entire banquet hall on the spot.

To prove she wasn't a child, she held her breath and used her superpowers to "take" a bottle of wine with an incomprehensible label, then hid in a corner of the courtyard and drank it all by herself.

Then...then she felt dizzy, and the whole world was shaking.

She seemed to be staggering down the corridor when she bumped into a guy who walked silently and exuded an eerie aura.

Her anger flared up instantly, and she wanted to teach him a lesson.

In her hazy memory, she seemed to sense a knife in a nearby room, so she used her superpowers to control it and stabbed the "strange man" hard...

As for what happened after that, she had no recollection whatsoever.

Just as she was trying to recall, the loud voices of Metal Bat and Sexy Prisoner came from outside the door.

"That scared me to death! I thought the zombie man was really killed!"

"Yeah! But Atomic Samurai's sword is really sharp. Didn't you hear Zombieman say that when he pulled it out, he praised it as 'a good sword'? What a weirdo!"

"Who did this? Seriously, you can't joke like that..."

The conversation outside came in clearly, like a bolt of lightning striking Tornado's chaotic thoughts.

"Zombie Man...?"

"Atomic Samurai's sword...?"

The blurry image of the "strange man" in her mind instantly overlapped with the zombie man's always expressionless face.

That sharp metallic aura—it was undoubtedly Atomic Samurai's sword!

So... she, the Trembling Tornado, is the second-ranked S-class esper.

Incrediblely... because that bald guy mocked him for being a child, he got drunk in a fit of anger, and then... mistook fellow S-class hero Zombie Man for a monster and "stabbed" him?!

A mixture of shame and lingering fear surged into my heart like a volcanic eruption.

Tornado's face instantly turned bright red, and the blush spread visibly from her small cheeks all the way to her fair neck and ears.

She suddenly pulled the blanket up, covered her head tightly, and let out a scream that only she could hear.

"Aaaaaah—! I don't know anything! I didn't do anything!!"

The cushions and magazines floating in the air exploded with a "bang" due to the tornado's out-of-control emotions, and the cotton and paper scraps fell silently like a snowstorm in the room.

Chapter 96 Leaving

“So…” Child Emperor’s mind went blank for a moment. He looked at the surveillance footage in the corridor last night and muttered to himself.

"Tornado, because she was drunk, used her superpowers to control Atomic Samurai's sword and stabbed Mr. Zombieman?!"

"It seems that's the case."

A calm voice came from behind him.

The zombie man, forcibly dragged there by Child Emperor, was leaning against the door frame with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

His face showed no anger or desire to pursue the matter, as if the unfortunate man whose chest was pierced last night was not him at all.

“But…this…” Tong Di still couldn’t accept it. He turned around abruptly, his face flushed, and he became somewhat agitated.

"This is an internal attack between S-class heroes! According to the association's regulations, this is an extremely serious violation! We should report it, and then..."

"and then?"

The zombie man turned his head and looked at Child Emperor with his eyes.

"Make a big fuss? Let the media know that the second-ranked S-class hero almost killed the eighth-ranked S-class hero because of his drunken antics?"

"Then get the association's higher-ups involved, punish Tornado, make her lose face, and then, in her rage, tear down the entire headquarters?"

The zombie man took two steps forward and patted Child Emperor on the shoulder. The pat wasn't forceful, but it carried an undeniable authority.

“Child Emperor, you are very smart, but sometimes, not everything can be solved with data and rules.”

He said pointedly, "Sometimes, 'not caring' is the best way to handle it. Forget about it; it's better for everyone."

After saying that, he ignored the pensive Child Emperor and went back to his room, closing the door behind him.

Child Emperor was left alone in the corridor. He took a deep breath and calmed down a bit.

He then looked at the surveillance footage again, and finally pressed the delete button to completely erase all the data that had just been recorded.