"Don't you know what 'respect the deceased' means? Our Mr. Dawson is already dead, yet you don't even care about his corpse—"
Before they could finish speaking, they suddenly widened their eyes, looking incredulously at Ah Mo.
Oh no, to be precise, they were staring at the probe of the device in Ah Mo's hand.
On the probe, there was unexpectedly a thumb-sized insect, completely black, with ugly mandibles and furry legs.
What shocked everyone the most was that this insect had been extracted from Dawson's corpse.
"Insect Race?"
"No, no, this is different from the usual Insect Race we encounter!"
"No, the point of this matter isn't about why the director's body is parasitized by the Insect Race, is it?"
"Holy shit, the rumors are actually true!"
"What's the rumor? You, upstairs, speaking half-truths takes away ten thousand lifespan! Please, speak properly, alright!"
"I know, I've heard too. Rumors from the streets, I don't take legal responsibility—"
