I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Richard returned home and continued studying AP Biology until 1 a.m.

"Ding! You have read the Magic Notes, [Flesh and Bone] Knowledge: 4% -> 5%"

More than 280 pages, an increase of only 1%.

The rate of improvement has started to slow down.

Richard stretched.

With his improved physique, Richard's energy and stamina were greatly enhanced, allowing him to study for several hours straight without losing his spirits.

Unfortunately, Alex didn't contact him, so he couldn't analyze the body.

Richard took a shower and lay in bed to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter how much he tossed and turned.

The downsides of having too high a physique become apparent: excessive energy.

Richard was hesitating whether to get up and study a little longer when his phone rang.

Alex's voice came through:

"Hey Li, we've got a big job! Three homeless corpses, unclaimed! In Zuccotti Park. Want it?"

"Damn it! Wait for me, I'll be right there!"

Richard's spirits lifted.

......

Zuccotti Park is located in Manhattan's Financial District, nestled between countless skyscrapers, creating a very oppressive atmosphere.

At night, homeless people set up tents in the park.

Some unfortunate people didn't even have tents and could only huddle in corners, barely able to keep out the wind with cardboard boxes.

October nights in New York are very cold.

It rained a little more in the evening, leaving the ground wet and making the people shiver with cold.

"The Occupy Wall Street movement started right here," Alex sighed, leading Richard to search for a target at the edge of the makeshift tent.

Richard had actually already seen the location of the death aura.

What puzzled him was that there were four death auras in total, instead of three.

The two searched for a target at the edge of the tent cluster. It was relatively safe, as no homeless people were willing to approach the body collectors wearing white protective suits.

Alex has finally found his target.

It was a tattered blue tent.

Two homeless men with distorted faces stood waiting outside the tent.

His face was physically distorted; it was unclear whether he had been given some kind of veterinary drug or beaten, but his nose and eyes were deformed.

There was also a gangster with his pants half down guarding them. Upon seeing the two, he immediately swayed and said:

"Hey! Bro! $1000 each! There are three in a pack!"

Alex instantly transformed from a compassionate international student into a skilled corpse dealer:

"Impossible! It's just an unclaimed corpse. I still need to pay the cops! 600!"

"FXXK! These three are my brothers! We grew up in the Brooklyn neighborhoods! I..."

"Come on! You don't even know their names! You're just a lucky guy!"

"$900!"

......

While Alex was haggling, Richard looked around.

A fourth wave of deathly aura emanated from inside a small monument not far away.

Richard walked to the monument.

The stele is engraved with exquisite cursive script inscriptions:

"The People's Library: Dedicated to the brave, may the departed rest in peace."

A corpse was actually placed inside a memorial stone for the dead?

That's a truly hellish joke.

Alex walked over and said with emotion:

"This monument commemorates the Occupy Wall Street movement, and those guys on Wall Street recently planned to push the city council to tear it down."

Richard stroked the cold stone tablet; the stone, steeped in deathly aura, seemed even colder.

"interesting."

ALEX said:

"The deal's settled, let's get started!"

"Three bodies, and the police aren't doing anything about it?"

"It's alright. I know Trevor, the big boss here. As long as the body is removed in time, no one will care about a few homeless people."

Richard shrugged.

Trevor?

This name sounds like it reflects a law-abiding attitude.

The two men entered the tent, where three corpses lay on the ground.

Two men and one woman; the tent was a complete mess.

A wine bottle wrapped in paper, used needles, medicines of unknown origin, and dirty crumpled paper.

ALEX quickly checked it.

"Pale with a bluish tinge, purple lips, obvious frostbite patches on the cheeks, nose, and fingers, multiple old needle marks on the arms and backs of the hands, and new needle marks that are dark purple, suggesting multiple injections. No external injuries, OK! It's definitely just too much of the toxin; it won't cause any trouble. Get to work!"

Under Alex's direction, Richard stepped in to help.

"Cap Delilah, 1.78 meters tall, 69 kg, a gang member, died from a drug overdose, hypothermia, and multiple drug residues in his body."

"Knowledge of Flesh and Bones: 5% -> 6%"

"Leonard Depp, height..."

"Knowledge of Flesh and Bones: 6% -> 7%"

......

Nancy Health Center.

"Hey! Alex! Hey! Mighty Kid!" Brown, the black caregiver, greeted him warmly.

Richard once again helped Brown transport the body to the morgue.

Brown said with a hint of guilt:

"BRO! I may not be able to help you. Karim refuses to hire a Chinese person."

Richard nodded in understanding:

"It's okay, I'll think of something else."

Brown was about to say something when he suddenly received a phone call, and his expression immediately changed:

"Mom, what did you say! John escaped from rehab?! Damn it!"

Brown hung up the phone, his emotions clearly becoming anxious. He seemed eager to leave, but also hesitant.

Richard asked:

"What's going on, Brown?"

Brown's fingers clenched so tightly they turned white:

"I saved up $10000 to send my brother John to rehab, but he escaped. Now my mother can't find him, and I'm worried he'll go back to the streets and hang out with those drug dealers. John's life will be ruined. FXXK! John was such a good kid, he could have gone to community college and had a bright future. He shouldn't be on the streets, turning into a corpse at 25!"

Richard astutely spotted the opportunity:

"Brown! I think you should go find your brother; he can't continue down this path!"

Brown was very anxious:

"I finally managed to find this part-time job, and if Karim finds out I'm skipping work, he definitely won't let it go. Karim has been wanting to bring his cousin in to replace me for a long time. I need this salary!"

Richard said:

"Are you usually busy tonight? If not, I can cover your shift and get through the night."

Brown was tempted, but he was still worried about being found out by Karim.

There wasn't much going on at the morgue at night, which was why he took the job; he could also attend classes at St. John's University during the day.

However, the disappearance of little John also caused him great anxiety. After hesitating for a long time, he finally patted Richard on the shoulder heavily:

"MAN! From now on, you're my brother!"

After saying that, he told Richard some things to pay attention to, gave him a quick briefing, and then left in a hurry, forgetting to take his personal belongings with him.

"It's done!" Richard thought to himself.

Alex scratched his head, and finally could only say:

"You're really a good friend! I'll stay here with you tonight."

How can I loot a corpse if you're here? Richard changed into Brown's work clothes; the two were about the same size.

"No need, you have class tomorrow, I can manage here by myself."

Alex is very loyal:

"Don't you have classes?"

Richard buttoned up his shirt:

"I have a perfect GPA of 5, so missing a day of class is no big deal. What about you? Your grades must be really good, right?"

"Damn it!" Alex broke down on the spot and swore.

"That damn academic genius! Call me if you need anything."

Alex left, grumbling and cursing.

Richard closed the morgue door, put on gloves, and walked toward the morgue cabinet.

The moon is beautiful tonight; it's sure to be a bountiful night.