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Chapter 109 Her Highness the Holy Maiden (11K long chapter, please vote and subscribe)

St. Carlisle Church, Calvin has no Mass to attend today.

He sat quietly in the priest's room, looking at the latest news from the church's newspaper, The Saints.

The front page headline of The Saints' News online edition was "Princeton Miracle: Princeton Christmas Shooting, Pre-Saint Has Really Appeared."

The news spread throughout New York.

The news report included a video: Debbie was sitting in a chair, and the saints spontaneously lined up to pray and pay their respects in front of her.

Behind them was a chaotic scene of a shooting rescue, with doctors and police carrying stretchers to load the dead and the wounded into vehicles.

But the believers lined up devoutly to bow to Debbie.

The believers included survivors who had just escaped, teachers and students who rushed to the scene after hearing the gunshots, reporters, police officers at the scene, and even doctors.

Especially the sheriff who personally inspected the firearms and confirmed that there were no problems. He put down his gun and went to Debbie with an extremely devout expression.

This scene was truly breathtaking.

"More and more people are recognizing her as a saint." Calvin was delighted by this.

"The hand of God has truly descended!"

Calvin was very excited, kissed the cross on his neck, and kept making the sign of the cross on his chest.

Calvin felt honored to be the one who initiated the proposal for the sainthood.

Calvin found more interview videos online.

"Her Highness looked directly at the murderer under the gun, and with just one sentence, she made him kneel and beg for God's forgiveness!"

"No bullet can hit Debbie!"

"Debbie is a saint!"

The different survivors' accounts vary slightly, but one thing remains consistent: Debbie once again performed a miracle, the bullets could not hit her, and she was undeniably blessed by God.

Rumors may change, but the truth can never be erased.

"How about we invite Catherine and Debbie to a mass at St. Carlisle Church?"

Calvin pondered.

The two sides exchanged contact information at Mike's funeral.

Inviting Debbie to come would be a huge help to the development of St. Carlisle Church.

Since Mike's funeral, many police officers and their families have also chosen to hold their funerals and weddings here.

At that time, Debbie demonstrated the starling miracle, and the situation at St. Carlisle Church was much better than before. Father Calvin received more funding and resources and even began to plan to form a small choir.

Whether for the better development of St. Carlisle Church or to spread the light of the Lord, Calvin wanted to invite Debbie to celebrate Mass, which would greatly enhance the faith of the local believers.

Calvin watched the video over and over again, and suddenly noticed Richard standing behind Debbie.

"That bright-eyed Tokyo University boy again? What a coincidence, he's always there whenever Debbie performs a miracle." Calvin's lips curled up.

"What a blessed person...wait, what?"

Calvin was stunned.

He also recalled another miracle not long ago.

Calvin remembered it clearly; it was the first time he had invited Richard to become a seeker of the Way.

Richard expressed his admiration at the time.

As Richard walked out of the church, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly parted, and sunlight shone on Richard's shoulders, as if God were welcoming a new subject.

That time, it was considered a miracle by the believers present.

Debbie wasn't there that time!

Calvin was somewhat bewildered; could it be...?

He then recalled the first time Debbie had demonstrated the starling miracle at the entrance of St. Carlisle Church.

Richard was standing behind Debbie at the time.

Is it just a coincidence?

Calvin recalled it carefully.

There are also rumors online that the second miracle was the fire at the NYPD.

But Debbie wasn't there that time.

Richard wouldn't go to the police station if nothing was wrong.

So it must have been a real accident, and it might actually have been the widely publicized arson case involving Chief Superintendent Miles.

The third one is the miracle of the Princeton shooting: the bullets could not reach Debbie.

Because the scene was chaotic and the survivors were terrified when the tragedy occurred, there is no video footage of the incident.

He also didn't know where Richard was standing at the time.

If Richard stands next to Debbie just like last time, then who is God protecting?

Is it that bullets can't be fired at Debbie, or at Richard?

Could Richard be the true chosen one?

Calvin found the idea somewhat absurd, but the first miracle of sunlight was a bit inexplicable.

"That time...maybe it was just the weather, a coincidence. Like the NYPD headquarters fire, pure coincidence," Calvin comforted himself.

There's no reason for God to choose someone with yellow skin... right?

Just then, Richard sent a message: "Father Calvin, when is Mass at St. Carlisle Church this week? I'd like to go there with Debbie to hear your teachings. After what happened yesterday, she wants to ask for God's forgiveness. She feels guilty for not being able to stop the attack."

"Her Highness is coming!" Calvin's eyes lit up, and he immediately replied, "There is Mass on Wednesday morning. Please prepare, Her Highness. Rest assured, any calamity is a gift from God, a test for us. May the Lord bless you."

"Okay, Father Calvin, I'll talk to Debbie, and we'll go on Wednesday."

Calvin announced in the parish group that St. Debbie would be attending Wednesday Mass.

This is a group he maintains, and it's full of very devout believers.

The group chat immediately became lively, with the vast majority of believers expressing their desire to come to the event.

Calvin looked up at the statue of the Virgin Mary.

Whom does God ultimately protect?

Father Samuel lay half-reclined on his sickbed.

Ten high-ranking priests stood in the room, with Archbishop Sawyer at the front. He solemnly asked, "Priest Samuel, are you willing to swear an oath before Almighty God in His most holy name to answer truthfully?"

Samuel was weak and pale, but his face was filled with a resolute and holy light.

He slowly placed one hand on the Bible and raised the other to swear: "I swear in the name of Almighty God that everything I say hereafter is true, all of which I have seen and heard with my own eyes, and there is no falsehood in my words. If there is even the slightest deception in my heart, I am willing to suffer God's rejection, my soul will not receive grace, and I will have no chance to enjoy the eternal bliss of the Kingdom of Heaven."

"Priest Samuel, please recount the events of the Princeton shooting, describing the facts as accurately as possible without incorporating personal judgment."

"Yes!" Father Samuel began to recount, "The blasphemer came to the church and shot me in the leg with the first shot. I fell next to Her Highness the Presbyterian, and she helped me stop the bleeding. Then the blasphemer killed many people, and he asked Her Highness: 'Are you the so-called saint? Can you communicate with God?' He also said some other very blasphemous things, such as, 'Where is your God? Why doesn't He come to save you?' And—"

Father Samuel hesitated for a moment, but then said, "The blasphemer insulted Her Highness the Pre-Saint as: 'Damn cheerleader.'"

There was some commotion among the crowd.

The fact that the saintess was the captain of the cheerleading team was indeed difficult for them to accept.

However, God has proven with one miracle after another that He does not care.

He was still willing to protect this girl; He had chosen Debbie.

"Please continue," Sawyer said quietly. "Skip this inappropriate description."

"Yes," Samuel continued, "The blasphemer pointed his gun at Her Highness's forehead, but the pistol jammed. He threw the pistol away and switched to a shotgun to shoot at Her Highness, but it jammed again. At that moment, a boy tried to escape, and the blasphemer killed him with the shotgun."

There was some commotion among the priests, and one of them interjected, "Are you telling the truth? Didn't you say you were still stuck?"

“Absolutely true.” Father Samuel was weak and pale, but his expression was incredibly firm. “I witnessed it all myself, and all the survivors can testify. The blasphemer tried several times. Every time he shot at the prospective saintess, it would jam, but it would fire normally when he shot others. After many attempts, the blasphemer finally realized the enormity of his crime and knelt before the prospective saintess, saying, ‘Redeem me, God, Mother, forgive me, I was wrong.’ He hugged the prospective saintess’s shoes and kissed them. The saintess only said one sentence from beginning to end: ‘Murderers go to hell.’ This is what I saw and heard. If there is any deception, I am willing to bear any consequences.”

The video ends here, the image on the huge projection screen frozen on Samuel's weak yet holy face.

There was some commotion among the 50-member clergy at the second hearing.

In the church, this curse is considered extremely severe and terrifying.

However, considering that the blasphemer had killed someone with a gun and threatened the prospective saint, they felt that this punishment was very appropriate.

Anyone who dares to shoot the saint deserves to go to hell!

Sawyer said in a deep voice, "Alright, that's it. This is Father Samuel's oath. All the priests present at the hospital can testify that the video is genuine and has not been altered in any way."

A group of priests who had arrived at the hospital then followed suit and swore an oath according to the Bible.

Then, Sawyer's secretary, Seth, stepped forward and began reading Father Samuel's biography. After a brief description, he summarized: "Father Samuel came from a devout Catholic family. In his youth, he studied in the Vatican and received instruction from the Pope. After returning home, he refused several administrative positions offered by the diocese, insisting on remaining in the small campus chapel to expand the Church's young congregation. He was gentle, treated everyone equally, and was deeply respected by both teachers and students. Under Samuel's leadership, the number of Mass attendees at Princeton Church increased by 157% over the past twenty years. In short, he was a flawless, extremely devout, hardworking, and highly effective priest."

The hearing was completely silent; no one raised any objections.

On the projector, a new image replaced Samuel's: Debbie sat on a bench, receiving a spontaneous queuing of salutations from her apprentices.

Please repair and adjust the image. Debbie looks like a saint sitting on a throne, radiating light.

Sawyer stood up and looked around.

The fifty bishops and priests looked solemn and dignified.

Some, however, carried a hint of barely suppressed excitement and agitation.

A true saint has appeared!

Although they were devout Catholics, they had wondered countless times in their hearts whether the Superficial Transformation existed.

They learned about church knowledge from a young age and were deeply influenced by the church.

The person in heaven has never shown his divine power and greatness, which inevitably makes the priests harbor the most blasphemous doubt: Does He really exist?

Now, a true daughter of God has irrefutably demonstrated her existence through a series of miracles, and most people are immediately convinced of her divine favor.

In fact, the most important thing about this matter is not the saint herself, but the existence of the Transfiguration, and that it exists in the Catholic Church!

This is more important than anything else.

The evil Protestant church has occupied 50 percent of the population, and the Catholic church is shrinking year by year.

The appearance of Her Highness now proves that Catholicism is the true orthodox religion, doesn't it?

This is of great benefit to every priest.

Every time a saint attends a Mass or worship service at a church, it brings a tremendous boost to the church's spiritual well-being!

Sawyer solemnly said, "Brothers and bishops, in my opinion, Debbie-Dixon is qualified to be considered as a candidate for sainthood by the Buddha. Now, please raise your hands to vote."

After he finished speaking, Sawyer was the first to raise his hand, and everyone else followed suit.

Sawyer solemnly stated, "The motion passes unanimously. The results of the hearing will be immediately reported to the Vatican for the Pope's review. Once the motion is passed, Her Highness Debbie-Dixon will formally initiate the canonization process."

Sawyer said this, but he felt a little regretful inside.

If only that old bastard Isaiah were here, he'd love to see him look so awful. Too bad that guy never fights a losing battle; he's a lightning-fast runner.

With the power of the second miracle, Debbie will surely sweep everything away at the second hearing.

Isaiah was a cunning bastard. Knowing that he couldn't stop him from coming and would only humiliate him, he simply hid.

The second hearing ended very quickly.

Throughout the entire process, Debbie simply sat there quietly, pretending to be a doll, without saying a word.

Faced with a series of miracles, even the bishop who least believed in the existence of the Upper Transformation dared not deny it.

For the first time, they began to doubt whether their faith was truly devout, otherwise why would a miracle befall Debbie instead of themselves, the bishops and archbishops?

No, how could I not be devout? It's just that the Lord's choices are always so unpredictable for mortals!

After the hearing, each bishop, priest, and member of the clergy would come before Debbie in turn, bow, and say, "May the Lord bless you and prepare Her Highness the Saint."

Even before the official canonization process has begun, they've already started changing their tune on you.

This is an attitude that expresses support for the prospective saint.

Just like in ancient times, powerful ministers would elevate a young boy to the status of a minor emperor. Regardless of whether the boy actually became emperor, the ministers would publicly address the boy as "Your Majesty" from that very moment.

That's attitude.

No one knows whether the young emperor will hold a grudge.

If the young emperor grows up and takes power, he might remember this incident and say to his aging, powerful minister, "Father, back then you still called me Little Fifth. Hehe."

The powerful minister had no choice but to commit suicide to repay the emperor's favor.

Richard stood behind Debbie the entire time, watching the members of the priesthood.

As it turns out, this group's faith was far more devout than that of ordinary believers.

Perhaps due to their long-term exposure to the church, a series of miracles occurred, causing most of the senior clergy to quickly and thoroughly transform into the most devout followers.

In an instant, a large number of unclaimed beliefs floated out and permeated the entire main hall.

The lack of faith generated by more than 30 people is comparable to that of five or six hundred devout believers!

Years of training have given them a spirit of selflessness that is far brighter and clearer than that of ordinary practitioners.

Unfortunately, even the brightest, most ownerless light cannot be preserved in the air for long and will soon dissipate automatically.

Debbie accepted the priests' greetings like a wooden statue, saying to each person, "May God bless you."

Finally, everyone left.

Debbie finally breathed a sigh of relief and complained to Richard, "I feel like a machine, just repeating the same sentence. Even a tape recorder could do it better than me. I'm so tired, I want to go home and lie on the sofa."

Richard said softly, "If you can get into Princeton, Catherine will get a $200 million low-interest, long-term loan."

"Heh. Thinking about it this way makes me feel much better. Wait, why didn't I get a share of the money Catherine got from selling me? That's not fair!"

"You can talk to Catherine."

"Do you really think I'm stupid? Talking to her would just get me yelled at!"

The priests and members of the clergy slowly left the church, some glancing at Richard before they went.

Richard clearly felt that these people were still looking at him with disdain.

There's nothing I can do; I'm just a yellow-skinned person.

Sawyer also approached Richard and Debbie, bowing and saying, "Your Highness, Holy Maiden."

Now he also has to address Debbie as "Your Highness".

From now on, Debbie can officially become a candidate for sainthood, and once the Vatican approves her application, the first step can begin.

He looked at Richard and said, "Her future as the Holy Maiden is incredibly bright. As a man, your presence by her side for too long will tarnish that sacred light."

Richard looked at Sawyer calmly, without flinching.

A flicker of excitement, contempt, anxiety, and doubt floated above Sawyer's head.

Richard took direct action, minimizing any disdain or suspicion.

He just replenished his magic power.

With Debbie around, the speed at which magic regeneration increases is incredibly satisfying, allowing me to use magic more freely.

Debbie didn't try to get an answer from Richard, but said directly, "I like having him by my side; it makes me feel at ease. Richard is always there during miracles, which means God doesn't dislike him. What? Does the Archbishop disagree with God?"

Sawyer's lips twitched.

Rebellious girls are so annoying!

However, Debbie has now secured her position, and no one can take it away from her.

Sawyer can only cooperate with Debbie to advance the canonization process.

Moreover, as soon as Debbie spoke, he inexplicably felt that his feelings towards Richard had improved a lot, and he didn't seem so suspicious anymore.

For this age group, medicine is still the most reliable option.

He's been by Debbie's side for so long, and so far he hasn't used her for any publicity or made any negative news.

Could it be that the one who ascended to the higher realms truly exists?

Debbie is so favored, it doesn't seem right if she finds a boyfriend with Asian skin... No, that's Dan Du's thought!

Sawyer interrupted his thoughts, hesitated for a long time, and finally reminded her in a low voice, "Her Highness the Preparatory Saintess cannot marry for the rest of her life."

Debbie bit her lip, raised her head, and said, "I know, you don't need to remind me repeatedly."

Sawyer drew ten furnaces on his chest, then left without saying anything more.

It's very difficult to persuade a girl of this age to be love-struck.

Moreover, Richard was indeed present every time a miracle occurred.

Could he be a saintly knight chosen by the higher powers?

Hmm, that's a good excuse. Maybe I can give it a try. Sawyer pondered, confident that as long as the two of them didn't publicly deny it, he could cover it up.

In any case, the hearing process is over.

The canonization process will now officially begin, and he will need to submit a formal document to the Vatican for review and filing.

Once the Pope issues his formal approval, the canonization process will begin, and the real battle will commence.

The Vatican's processing speed is notoriously slow; it would take at least a month to receive the authorization document.

Now, he has two enemies.

One was Isaiah Douglas, the blasphemous fellow who had been eyeing his position as archbishop.

One was Archbishop Foster-Dolan of Washington, that damned dictator who had been vying with him for the cardinalship.

Have you no shame?

When will the Archbishop of Washington be granted permanent cardinal status?

Isaiah was easy to guard against; all Isaiah coveted was the position of archbishop of Sawyer, and he would only attack him. Sawyer still had some defenses against him.

But not Debbie; Foster would definitely find a way to ruin Debbie's reputation.

The formal war is about to begin.

Sawyer's figure disappeared into the dimly lit corridor.

On the night of December 26, the first night after Christmas, Richard went to OCME for his night shift.

Some American companies will shut down for the entire week starting December 25th and continue until January 1st.

The students, too, are mostly on winter break.

Debbie's deadline is in mid-January, as she'll be busy with cheerleading training; getting into the Super Bowl isn't an easy task.

Not only is a certain weight requirement required, but also a certain level of dance technique, which necessitates long-term and persistent training.

Government departments typically only give one day off on Christmas.

Especially for departments like OCME, the closer it gets to Christmas and the colder the weather, the greater the work pressure becomes.

Especially recently, after the NYPD fire, gangs and all sorts of shady characters have emerged like they've been freed from their shackles, causing more and more corpses and putting immense pressure on OCME.

Regardless of the circumstances, after praying for Christmas, most people felt relieved.

Even the usually lifeless forensic doctors now had a touch of humanity on their faces.

"Hey, Richard."

"Hey, Fu Nong, how's the harvest?"

Richard arrived at the morgue with a smile.

As always, the place was filled with formaldehyde, blood, and a faint stench of corpses; the entire building reeked of this.

But everyone was used to it, and they changed clothes while chatting and laughing.

My colleague, who had worked a full day shift, was as free as if he had been liberated. He dropped off his things and left.

As soon as Richard started working, bodies kept being brought in.

Many of the corpses were Long Langhan.

They froze to death, drowned in sewers, suffocated by snow—the causes of death were varied.

This is a common occurrence during the heavy snow season, and nobody takes it seriously.

Now, Richard can almost be used as a forensic doctor.

He went straight to the operating room and performed the surgery, and no one had any doubts about it.

Richard's skills are so good that if it weren't for age and licensing issues, he could even be a fully qualified forensic pathologist right now.

He once discovered a suspicious point through his death sense, which alerted Simon, leading Simon to discover a previously overlooked detail.

Simon has confirmed that Richard's skill level has improved by leaps and bounds, making him even stronger than when Simon first joined the company.

Of course, this is him trying to glorify himself.

Richard benefited from his superhuman physique, which increased to 18 points, giving him greater control over strength and force, and allowing him to dissect corpses more quickly.

Simon's lips twitched as he watched, absolutely certain that Richard's technique had reached a new level.

Many of his movements were performed with remarkable ease, far exceeding his own abilities.

Damn genius!

Richard performed the autopsies one by one, faster than any of the forensic doctors, making Simon feel extremely uncomfortable.

Overnight, he worked against the clock to perform 11 autopsies, but his knowledge of "flesh and bone" remained completely unchanged, showing no improvement whatsoever.

After reaching level 3, dissecting ordinary corpses is no longer meaningful for you; it seems you need to do something more ruthless.

The only use of dissecting a corpse is to see some fragments of memory, which may be analyzed to find something of value.

Unfortunately, all the memories are random, and most of them are very boring things: eating, sleeping, sleeping with women, and taking drugs.

The price/performance ratio is too low.

Richard laid down the last body.

OCME is no longer of much value to you, so you should reduce the frequency of your part-time work here and start thinking about going to Hart Island.

Owen came to help Richard clean the equipment and tidy up the floor.

Rex has gone off to slack off again.

Irving's mental state seemed to be in a state of near collapse, his expression shifting frequently between enthusiasm and depression, making him appear very unstable.

"You're not feeling well." Richard said, taking off his disposable gloves.

Irving fell silent for a moment: "I've been going to St. Patrick's Cathedral to pray a lot lately, but it's not helping much. I feel like I'm abandoning the world."

"St. Patrick's Cathedral, though called a church, is more like a palace," Richard said, pursing his lips. "You could check out St. Carlisle's Cathedral; Father Calvin is quite good. The starling miracle happened there, and you were there too. By the way, I'm going to Mass with Debbie on Wednesday; do you want to come?"

He was really looking forward to seeing how Irving, an incredibly devout disciple, would react to Debbie.

Should we perform another miracle for Debbie then?

Will Kyrie Irving spew out his unorthodox beliefs like a slot machine spitting out coins?

Irving thought of Debbie, filled with admiration and longing, and drew a cross on his chest: "I'll definitely go. By the way, are you alright at the Princeton shooting? I saw you there too."

He wouldn't ask Debbie how the saintess protected by the Upper Transformation could possibly be injured.

"It's alright, we have Her Highness the Holy Maiden's protection," Richard winked and joked.

But Irving's expression was somewhat solemn.

This silly boy seems to have actually believed it.

Richard looked around.

James began cleaning the floor, while Rex stood to the side.

The only desires burning in Rex's head were laziness and gluttony.

Simon remained as indifferent, bored, and weary as ever.

Irving remains in despair.

James is burdened with a complex mix of emotions: fear of being called off, guilt, and jealousy.

That guy could only be him.

Only a handful of people have ever dissected their own bodies.

After James finished cleaning, he started putting away his tools.

Richard walked up to James and calmly said, "Is there anything you want to say to me, James?"

James, who wasn't usually very talkative, became nervous upon seeing Richard: "What are you going to do?"

"You know that, James."

Irving noticed that Richard and James seemed to be at odds, so he went over to ask what was going on.

"I don't know!" James shouted excitedly. "He suddenly came looking for trouble!"

Richard said calmly, "A traitor betrayed us."

James's expression immediately changed drastically: "What did you say? I don't understand what you're talking about! Don't frame me! When did I betray you?"

Irving asked, somewhat confused, "Richard, what are you talking about?"

Richard said, "A few days ago, I was arrested by Myers of the NYPD. He said he had witnesses and physical evidence to prove that I performed an autopsy at OCME, and he was trying to force me to do something I didn't want to do."

Irving's face immediately darkened.

He was a good man, but not a fool, nor a rigid and pedantic person.

Richard helped everyone with the dissection, his skills were quite good, his abilities were not a problem, and he was conscientious in his work. What's wrong with that?

Some rules are indeed outdated.

Irving agrees with this approach, and soldiers on the battlefield will not rigidly adhere to infantry manuals.

He simply couldn't accept the blasphemous act of selling corpses.

Traitors, on the other hand, are despised by everyone.

Irving frowned and asked, "James, is this true?"

James was furious: "He's slandering me! Those damn yellow-skinned people, they love to lie!"

After saying that, he tried to slip away by putting down the broom.

Richard blocked his way: "You'd better not leave until things are cleared up. Owen, bring Furnon and Mr. Baker over. I was arrested by the NYPD on Christmas Eve!"

"Okay, no problem." Irving immediately called over the others.

Branch Chief Baker, Funnon, and Simon and Rex were all tempted by the situation.

Martin and his friends came over to see what was going on, wondering what had happened in the Funong group.

Richard recounted the events.

Fu Nong's expression immediately changed, as did Chief Baker's.

"Damn it! There must be a traitor among us!"

Everyone looked extremely grim.

James was still shouting, "It wasn't me! It has nothing to do with me!"

Richard remained silent.

OCME has been operating in this field for over a decade and must have a systematic solution, so there's no need for them to intervene.

Sure enough, Funnon sighed: "James, I know you're short of money, but you shouldn't do something like this."

Fu Nong is very familiar with everyone's family situation.

James loves gambling, and despite working at OCME for so many years, he hasn't saved much money.

Every year, Fountain would send some food to James's daughter, but he couldn't help her much.

James's expression changed slightly, and he tried to run away again.

Richard grabbed his arm.

"Get out of my way!" James angrily tried to shake Richard off, but was surprised to find that although Richard was thinner than him, he was surprisingly strong.

Richard's hands gripped his like iron clamps, making it impossible for him to move.

Richard calmly said, "You can't leave until things are cleared up."

Richard twisted James's arm behind his back with a slight effort.

With another gentle press, James bent over and knelt on the ground, unable to get up.

"Damn it! I'm calling the police!" James yelled.

Rex's lips twitched as he watched: "Holy crap, Richard's got guts! Luckily he didn't hit me when I was slacking off."

He quickly shrank behind the crowd, not daring to show his face, thinking to himself that he must never be lazy again.

Chief Baker has basically confirmed the situation with you.

James' reaction was very unusual; he clearly felt guilty.

This kind of thing can be big or small, but the hidden dangers must be eliminated.

Because the entire OCME is doing illegal things.

If this gets out, everyone will be in trouble.

Simon is a forensic pathologist; he will be held responsible for allowing Richard to perform the surgery.

Irving is the team leader, and Fungon is the supervisor; they also bear responsibility.

Although his responsibility as the branch chief is small, when the whole matter is investigated, who can guarantee that James was the only one who secretly took the photos?

Moreover, there are others eyeing the position of branch chief, and if he messes up, he could become a target of attack.

Therefore, this matter must be firmly resolved, and we cannot allow another traitor to emerge!

With so many corpses being sent in every day, who can possibly dissect them all?

Everyone else did it secretly, why did you have to report it to the NYPD?

Of course, the NYPD and OCME have a very close relationship, so it's unlikely they would target OCME for this reason.

But who would willingly hand over their secrets to others?

Martin was also furious, and his heart was trembling.

This jerk is still secretly filming videos!

What's so bad about dissection? If I get filmed selling corpses, I'm done for; I'll really go to jail!

Damn traitor!

Baker's face darkened: "Give me your phone!"

"My cell phone is my personal property! You can't mess with me! You damn white people are discriminating against me!" James shouted.

Baker gave Martin a wink.

Martin immediately rushed forward and punched James in the stomach.

boom!

"Ah!" James exclaimed.

Richard released his grip, causing him to kneel on the ground.

"Damn traitor!" Martin and several black men surrounded and beat James. They were black, so no one could find any fault with him.

James couldn't hit the ball, and he couldn't run away.

Everyone watched him coldly.

After fighting for a while, Martin finally managed to get James, who had a bruised and swollen face, off to his feet.

Baker threatened, "Chief Tilly and all the high-ranking officers have a good relationship with us. You'd better do as I say, hand over the evidence, and this matter will end here. Otherwise, the NYPD will come after you, and you know how easy it is for the NYPD to deal with a black man. You're not getting away!"

James was at his wit's end: "Stop fighting! I'll give it to you!"

"password!"

The password is...

""

The technicians immediately took the phone for testing and analysis.

OCME is not only responsible for forensic work, but also for electronic tracking of some criminal evidence, and has specialized computer and electronics technicians.

James was just an ordinary Black man who attended a public university; he had no idea how to hide his debts.

Besides gambling apps, his phone was filled with videos of women.

Two videos secretly filmed Richard have resurfaced, showing Richard undergoing surgery with Simon and Irving standing nearby.

"Damn it!" Simon was furious.

If this gets out, his job is over!

"The video wasn't uploaded, was it?"

"No. I checked all his messaging app records, and there was no video sent. The video was taken less than a month ago, and there are no records of external storage or computer connection during that time. His contact records with Miles are very clear. He only sold information to Miles, but he can't provide the video because Miles promised him $5000 but only gave him $1000."

"Very good. Delete the data."

"No problem." The technician repeatedly read and wrote to the hard drive, then formatted it, then smashed it, and finally burned it, completely erasing the evidence.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

OCME is a professional at doing this kind of thing.

Baker slammed the shattered phone at James, gritting his teeth, and said, "You're fired now. Take your things and get out of here!"

As long as there is no evidence of wrongdoing, OCME is not afraid of James making irresponsible remarks outside.

What is OCME?

The entire NYPD is in cahoots with them.

He maintains good relationships with the police station, prosecutors, and the mayor.

This purely technical department may not seem impressive on the surface, but it actually wields enormous influence.

James was chased out like a stray dog, without even having time to grab his personal belongings.

He stood at the door, looking utterly lost.

Without a job, how will I pay off those gambling debts?

Baker immediately convened an internal meeting: "In order to strengthen management, no one is allowed to bring a mobile phone into the dissection room, and all filming equipment and recording devices are prohibited."

As for everything else... everything remains the same.

It's impossible to change it.

With such high workload and so few staff, OCME simply couldn't operate after the changes.

If the task cannot be completed, the mayor will only criticize you severely.

Baker is only considered competent if he completes the task with the available resources.

Otherwise, why would I have appointed you as the bureau chief?

If he could resolve this easily, why didn't he just find one of his own sons or connections to insert himself into the family?

The difficult positions are always filled by these kinds of people.

The ability to solve problems even with limited resources is true competence.

LeBron James is finished.

Marlowe will definitely spread this news through private channels, calling the other party a traitor.

He can't find a good job at all. Maybe he can find some odd jobs, but he can't repay his gambling debts and mortgage. He's doomed.

Perhaps in a few months, his body will be sent to OCME and lie in some morgue.

As dawn broke, Richard finally finished his work for the night.

When he finished playing ping-pong, he also saw Helen, who had been busy all night.

Helen looked unwell, her expression was somewhat downcast, and she had dark circles under her eyes, probably because she hadn't slept well last night.

Moreover, a severe flame of anxiety flickered above his head, along with a hint of fear.

She smiled slightly when she saw Richard, but she couldn't feel happy; it was as if something was weighing on her mind.

"Thank you so much for your Christmas present." Richard asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Helen forced a smile and shook her head.

She longed to confide in Richard, but the matter was too embarrassing, and Richard was just a student, even if he was Christina-Schönling's student, he was still just a student.

He can't help himself.

That bastard might have a gun; I can't let Richard get into danger.

"It's nothing, maybe I just didn't get enough rest."

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"Go home and rest early."

"Okay," Helen nodded.

Richard didn't think much of it.

Every woman has a few irregular days each month.

As for fear of execution... who wouldn't fear execution if they were chanting around a corpse in the middle of the night?

Many morgue technicians, even those who have worked at OCME for many years, dare not go to the underground morgue to handle corpses alone; they must find a companion to go with them.

The two drove home separately.

Helen had just returned home when she received a message: "Tomorrow at noon, Hyde Park, bench number three, five thousand dollars."

Helen closed the door weakly and slowly sat down on the floor, leaning against it.

She touched the pepper spray she had just bought in her handbag, hesitated for a long time, and still didn't dare to go tomorrow.

I need to find someone to help me.

Helen mustered her courage, picked up her phone, and called her cousin Emily: "Cousin, there's something I need to tell you, but you can't yell at me..."

""

Emily sensed something was wrong with Helen's voice and quickly asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Helen hesitated for a long time before saying, "I was filming a video on OF, and someone found out. They want to publish my personal information..."

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Emily was furious: "How could you do such a thing!"

Helen, through her tears, said, "Emily, please don't scold me. I really had no choice at the time. I couldn't pay the mortgage, and I still had to go to school. I worked three jobs, but the pressure was too much. I didn't want to lose Mom and Dad's house. Really! If I leave here, I'll lose everything, and Mom and Dad will never come back! I want to keep this house. I didn't expose myself, and I didn't show my face. Sister! You owe me! I don't know why I was caught."

Emily finally sighed!

"If you need money, you can tell me. Although I can't give you much, I can at least help you temporarily pay off your mortgage. If your grandparents find out about this—"

Helen said in horror, "Don't tell Grandpa and Grandma."

"Then you—" Emily rubbed her hair in anguish. "Fine, I'll go with you tomorrow. I'm a cop; that guy won't dare do anything to you. You deliver it yourself, and I'll film you from the shadows. Once we get the money, we'll arrest him, warn him, and put this matter to rest. He'll be guilty if he takes the money, and if word gets out, he'll go to jail himself. A smart person makes a smart choice. Helen, don't film those kinds of videos again."

Helen breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "Emily! I've already deleted all the videos! The account can't be deleted yet, I still need to contact that guy."

The two sisters discussed the details of tomorrow's operation.

Emily finally asked, "Does he know?"

"Who?"

"It's that neighbor who called you."

Helen hesitated for a moment: "I think I know."

Emily sighed again: "No wonder he wasn't very proactive when I saw you call him that day. Why don't you try starting over with someone else?"

Is that the reason? Helen bit her lip: "Let's resolve this matter first, and we can talk about Richard's matter later."

Emily asked helplessly, "Why do you like an Asian person so much?"

"I..." Helen couldn't seem to explain why; she had just inexplicably fallen in love with him.

There was nothing about the other person that made her uncomfortable, nor anything she particularly liked, from the very beginning.

But I gradually came to like it.

"Maybe... he's very intelligent? Maybe I'm an intellectual homosexual?" Helen guessed wildly.

"Smart? Aren't there any smart people among your college classmates? Richard knows you're filming OF, won't he use that to blackmail you?"

"No, absolutely not," Helen replied.

How naive. Emily sighed, deciding to find an opportunity to warn that old man, Richard.

My sister's life must not be ruined.

The next room.

Richard calmly withdrew his magical hand: "What a pair of foolish women. How could you possibly let them get away with this deal? That Emily looks like an office clerk? She's so unreliable."