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Chapter 111 Magic Advancement: [Flesh and Blood Reconstruction] (7K-word chapter, please vote and subscribe)

Richard manipulated the syringe, gently injecting the fat cells into the designated location.

His technique was far more precise than Daniel's.

Each time, the syringe needle is inserted into the correct location for the fat, neither too deep nor too shallow.

Even if it was his first time performing the procedure, when he pulled out the needle, he hardly needed to use his fingers to fine-tune the fat. The skin surface was very smooth and flat, and the fat was exactly where it should be.

Richard knew that his advantage was unmatched by others; others operated blindly, while he operated with X-ray vision.

In Daniel's eyes, this was simply unbelievable.

Many techniques rely on the accumulation of experience. You can't distinguish the subtle differences in the feel of various body tissues unless you personally insert a needle into the dermis, fat, and muscle of hundreds of people.

But Richard is completely different!

Outrageous!

How could a human do that?

Does he think that just by feeling the difference between fat and muscle with a needle during liposuction, he can apply that same tactile sensation to injections?

The operation is completely different!

Fat and muscle are not evenly distributed in different parts of the human body.

Some areas have less fat and more muscle, while others are the opposite.

Therefore, the amount of fat injected in each area is different, as is the depth, and it all depends on experience and feel.

But Richard always manages to precisely control the amount of fat injected!

Richard operated the controls quickly.

He became increasingly skilled at transforming "fresh flesh and blood".

Richard completed all the injections in less than half an hour.

From the outside, the surgical site looks perfectly round and smooth, almost as if no surgery had been performed.

In reality, to achieve this effect, most of the fat used wasn't injected, but rather Richard used fresh flesh and blood.

It was transformed.

From this perspective, it could be considered as her own flesh and blood filling?

The moment he pulled out the needle to end the surgery, the system notification sounded: "Ding! You have explored the mysteries of flesh and life; the [Flesh and Blood Control] magic has advanced to [Flesh and Blood Reshaping]!"

"【Flesh Remodeling】: You have begun to glimpse the true mysteries of flesh, life, and death, and your ability to manipulate flesh has reached a level that is difficult for ordinary people to understand;

You have obtained a [Blood and Flesh Chest], which can store [fresh flesh and blood], size: 20 units;

You can absorb fresh flesh and blood from the skin of any animal, and you can also convert fresh flesh and blood into cells of any animal and put them into a living body;

You can consume [Fresh Flesh] to transform any animal corpse into a [Flesh Golem] for your temporary use. Mana cost: 2. Duration: 6.5 hours.

"Ding! Your understanding of flesh and life is deepening, and the progress of the [Flesh and Blood Demon Structure] quest has increased."

"Ding! [Flesh and Bone] Knowledge: Level 3, 9% → 12%"

[Flesh and Blood Remodeling] can not only absorb living flesh and blood, but also transform it into cells and put it into the living body!

The size of the Blood Remains Box has also increased significantly!

Sure enough, he was exploring in the right direction!

Moreover, the progress of the [Flesh and Blood Demon Structure] quest was accelerating extremely quickly, which gave him even greater confidence in completing the quest.

Perhaps I will be able to master this magic soon.

Richard arrived at Hyde Park at 10 a.m. the next day.

He strolled around and found the location of bench number three.

Bench number three is located on a forest path, only a little over two meters wide, with hedges taller than a person on both sides.

This is a winding path; to monitor this bench, one must be on the path, and only within ten meters.

Therefore, it's impossible to send someone to monitor it; it would be too easy to be discovered.

The path was bustling with people.

There is an office building not far away, and many white-collar workers who work there will come to stroll around after get off work, as well as some other tourists.

In places like this, if there's no close monitoring, and you're even a little distance away, you could have money taken without even knowing who did it.

As expected, Richard thought to himself.

Unless the criminal is an idiot, he will find a place that is not easy to track.

A few thousand dollars is just a small bag; you can just stuff it in your bag and take it away. There's no way to track it.

However, this only applies to ordinary people; Richard doesn't have this kind of trouble at all.

Richard looked up at the sky. A starling was flying over Hyde Park; it was his flesh and blood puppet.

About half an hour later, the starling circled Richard's head three times before flying to a certain location.

Richard knew Helen had arrived.

Helen was clutching a white Burger King plastic bag tightly in her hand. It looked like an empty garbage bag, but it actually contained a stack of old banknotes.

She said worriedly, "Emily, you must keep an eye on him in a little while, or we'll be in big trouble if he runs away!"

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"Don't worry," Emily said confidently.

The two discussed their next move, including how to threaten each other.

Just then, the two women suddenly heard, "Hi, Helen, what a coincidence that you're here too."

Helen looked up in surprise, and when she saw Richard, she was stunned and said in a panic, "You, you, what are you doing here?"

"What? Can't I come to the park?" Richard feigned surprise, looking Emily up and down.

Emily looks a lot like Helen; the two sisters look remarkably alike.

Emily is a bit shorter, but she has a more outgoing personality and a somewhat impulsive nature.

She was wearing sportswear and black boots, the kind of boots that police officers seem to like wearing.

Helen was embarrassed: "No, no, of course. That's not what I meant."

How can I send money if you're here?

Richard deliberately asked, "You came here to...?"

"Helen and Emily looked at each other."

Richard's sudden appearance completely disrupted their plans.

Helen was somewhat at a loss.

She had to hurry and deliver the money to the designated location, clutching the white bag in her hand very tightly.

She didn't notice that a fly flew by gently, quietly slipped into the white plastic bag, and never came out again.

Richard's lips curled into a slight smile.

Helen was momentarily at a loss for how to get Richard out of the way, so she gave Emily a wink and then introduced her, "She's my cousin; you've seen her in the video."

"Ah, right, Richard! Hi! I'm her cousin." Emily also realized.

She had to let Helen leave alone to deliver the money to bench number three; she couldn't go herself, as who knew if the criminal was watching.

But how do we stall Richard?

As the three walked and talked, Emily and Helen began to break out in a cold sweat.

Emily had no choice but to steel herself.

Suddenly, she cried out "Ouch!" and squatted down.

"I sprained my ankle..." she said, clutching her ankle, but her acting was really bad.

Richard couldn't help but laugh.

With his current physical condition, the moment Emily squatted down, he realized what had happened, glanced at her, and knew that she hadn't sprained her ankle at all.

He watched the two women perform quietly.

Emily feigned pain, saying, "My feet hurt terribly. Could you help me to that bench to sit down?"

Richard glanced at Helen.

Helen forced a smile and said, "You stay with my cousin for a bit, I'm going to the restroom, I'll be right back."

She seemed flustered, not daring to look at Richard even once, and turned away.

She was sweating profusely with anxiety, wanting only to get the money to the destination as soon as possible.

Moreover, we can't go with Richard. If they find out we brought other people with us, we'll be in big trouble.

"You guys seem a bit odd," Richard said casually. "Emily, can you leave?"

"It hurts a little." Emily pretended to be sick and limped a bit.

She reached out her hand, wanting Richard to help her up.

"What a good actress." Richard teased her deliberately, "Well... I'll carry you on my back. You seem to be having a bit of trouble walking."

"No, no need..." Emily was at her wit's end, but Richard was already half-squatting in front of her.

Emily wailed inwardly.

Damn it, Helen, I'll make you pay when we get home!

She had no choice but to lie on Richard's body.

Richard could clearly feel two huge, soft mounds behind him. He never expected that her figure, hidden under her sportswear, would be even more amazing than he had imagined.

Richard carried Emily to a nearby bench and sat her down.

"Let me see your feet."

Emily said awkwardly, "No, no, I feel fine."

There was no injury at all, how could I let him see it?

"I'm a doctor, trust me. Ankle sprains can be serious sometimes, and if left untreated, they can lead to long-term problems."

Emily was already wailing in her heart.

Helen, come back soon!

She could only stick out her foot, and then she saw Richard put on rubber gloves, and asked in surprise, "Why do you always carry rubber gloves with you?"

Richard said casually, "I'm used to working part-time at OCME."

"OCME... You're working part-time at OCME! You're a forensic pathologist!"

Richard smiled brightly, revealing six pearly white teeth: "No, I'm a morgue technician. I haven't gone to college yet, so I can't be a forensic pathologist." As he spoke, he examined Emily's ankle.

Emily felt goosebumps rising all over her body: "Don't touch me!"

Richard calmly said, "Are you sure? A sprained ankle might not look like anything, but it could be a bone injury with serious consequences."

"I'm really fine!" Emily grinned.

She thought that Richard might have been touching a corpse yesterday, and today he was touching her ankle, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

Then she remembered that Helen also worked part-time at OCME, which explained why the two of them knew each other.

I should have thought of that sooner!

Richard glanced at Emily, whose face, besides showing fear, resistance, and nervousness, also held a hint of shyness.

It's strange that this girl seems afraid to show her feet.

In America, conservative people are so conservative that they won't sleep with their spouses before marriage, while liberal people party every night and have no taboos about sex.

That's really outrageous.

Richard casually used [Desire Manipulation] to lower Emily's resistance and increase her shyness, deliberately teasing her, "Don't you like lying?"

Now that he has Debbie, his personal nanny, Richard is much more relaxed when using magic, unlike before when he was so stingy.

Emily blushed.

What happened?

She inexplicably felt a peculiar stimulation from the boy's hand, but didn't seem particularly averse to it.

"Looks fine." Richard patted his ankle lightly at the end.

Emily flinched in fright.

Richard tilted his head: "It hurts? But it shouldn't be a big problem, the bones aren't injured."

"Of course I'm not hurt!" Emily was speechless.

Was it from pain? No, it was from fear.

Richard took off his rubber gloves, pinched the contents between two fingers, and threw them into the trash can, making no attempt to hide his disgust.

Emily's lips twitched slightly: "That's so ungentlemanly!"

Ten minutes later, Helen walked back, looking preoccupied.

Because Richard was present, Helen couldn't talk to Emily, so she could only secretly send Emily a message on her phone on the way back: "It's troublesome. The location of bench number three is terrible. You can't monitor from there. There are very tall trees on both sides."

Emily was completely baffled.

She then realized she had made a mistake: she hadn't scouted the location beforehand!

Damn it! What am I going to do?

"You come and calm Richard down, and it would be best if you could get him away from here. I'll go to the scene and see if there's anything we can do."

"OK." Helen quickly returned.

Helen didn't have a good solution either.

If the criminal sees herself with another man, she'll know she brought someone with her, and that will cause a lot of trouble.

Helen was filled with fear and anxiety, and was also afraid that Richard would find out; she was very conflicted.

Richard could clearly sense the location of the fly; the plastic bag had probably been thrown somewhere.

As a result, less than a minute after Helen put it down, the plastic bag started moving!

Someone actually picked it up?

Is it that criminal?

How did he find out?

Richard saw a drone fly out of the woods and disappear into the bushes not far away.

So that's why they placed the drone in the tree beforehand to monitor things. No wonder they had to limit the time Helen could put the money down; the drone's battery was very limited and wouldn't last long.

With drone surveillance, Helen could leave money there and the criminals would immediately go and pick it up.

You can leave before Helen can react; the faster you go, the safer you will be.

So even if Emily went to monitor the situation now, she wouldn't be able to catch anyone.

"You're quite clever." Richard raised an eyebrow.

He saw Helen emerge from the side path in the woods and walk briskly towards him.

To his surprise, the location of the fly puppet was also moving closer to this side.

The criminals also planned to escape this way!

Soon, Richard saw a man with a thick beard and wearing a baseball cap emerge from a side path in the woods not far behind Helen.

Tension, fear, and excitement floated across the man's beard, and the fly puppet was located in his backpack!

Helen walked up to Richard, preoccupied with figuring out how to get him out of the way, unaware of what was behind her: "Richard, I..."

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Upon seeing this, the bearded man's expression changed drastically.

That damn bitch, she really brought people with her!

Luckily, I was cautious and left quickly!

The bearded man stared at Richard and his two companions, then noticed Emily sitting in a chair with one bare foot, and his expression suddenly froze.

He recognized those boots; they were HAX Blackhawk 2s, the shoes that NYPD cops loved to wear!

Fuck! Bitch! She actually brought the police!

That woman is a police officer, so that man must be a police officer too!

The bearded man cursed inwardly and quickly left.

Richard suddenly pointed at the bearded man and asked, feigning confusion, "Helen, that guy's been staring at you. Did you mess with him?"

"Is someone watching Helen?" Emily immediately turned her head to look.

Fk! Seeing Emily's scrutinizing gaze, the bearded man could no longer control his fear and turned to run away.

"It's him! It's him!" Helen immediately realized and shouted anxiously.

Why would a normal person run?

Emily shouted, "Grab him! Grab him now!" She frantically put on her shoes.

Richard continued to feign ignorance: "What's wrong? Why are you arresting him?"

With the fly puppet's location tracking, he could easily find the other party's address.

Emily rushed out with her shoes half-on and not even properly fastened. The shoes were inconvenient, so she couldn't run fast, and she could see that the bearded man was about to run far away.

Helen, at her wits' end, could only anxiously say, "Richard! That guy knows I'm filming, and he's threatening to expose me!"

"You should have said so earlier!" Richard jumped up and quickly chased after him.

Emily hadn't run more than a few steps when she saw Richard whizz past her like a sprinter in a 100-meter race.

Emily was stunned: "Isn't he a forensic pathologist? Why is he running so fast!"

"Ouch!" She twisted her ankle and fell to the ground with a scream.

Because the shoes weren't on properly, the heels were crooked, and my foot landed on the shoe upper, I really twisted my ankle this time.

She clutched her foot, crouching on the ground in agony, cold sweat pouring down her forehead, unable to move from the pain.

Richard was extremely fast.

Even though Liam ran for more than ten seconds, he quickly caught up with him.

He was slowing down so as not to scare others.

Liam was panting heavily; he was just an engineer who spent most of his time sitting in front of a computer and couldn't run at all.

I had only run a few steps when I heard thumping footsteps behind me, like a wild beast chasing after me.

He turned his head in alarm and saw that the yellow-skinned policeman had leaped over the head of a woman who was standing there in a daze, like a nimble leopard, and was heading straight for him!

Fk! How much drugs did this guy take?! In his anxiety, Liam didn't think twice and reached for the gun in his pocket.

An invisible "magic hand" slammed down on the pistol, knocking it away.

Liam thought he hadn't held it properly, so he bent down to pick it up.

But Richard, like a bolt of lightning, swiftly covered the distance of several meters and rushed to Liam's side.

As soon as Liam raised his head, Richard's fist was already in front of him.

"Ah!" Liam screamed and instinctively closed his eyes.

Richard, worried that he might lose control of his fist and kill him in public, changed his punch to a palm at the last second and slapped him across the face.

Snapped!

Liam was slapped to the ground on the spot.

Before his body even hit the ground, Richard had already stepped on his back.

boom!

They stomped him directly from mid-air onto the lawn.

Only then did Liam realize that his ears were ringing, blood was flowing from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth, and his cheeks were in excruciating pain.

While Liam was still dizzy, Richard put his hands behind his back, supported his back with his knees, and even picked up the pistol.

The woman passing by was dumbfounded.

These few quick movements were like something out of a movie.

When she saw Richard pick up the pistol, she was so frightened that she backed away, not knowing what had happened.

At this moment, Helen helped Emily, who was limping, to come over.

Emily, brandishing her badge, shouted, "I'm an NYPD officer, and that guy is a fugitive!"

Upon hearing that it was a police officer, the female passerby turned and walked away, demonstrating the self-awareness typical of American citizens.

Who knows if there will be a gunfight? Let's stay far away first.

Watching a spectacle can be deadly!

Richard glanced at Emily's ankle.

After spraining her ankle, she couldn't put on her shoes, so she had to carry them in one hand and have Helen help her run over.

Richard said, "You sprained your ankle again; it's probably quite serious."

This time it was a real ankle sprain! Emily was very embarrassed, but now was not the time to chat.

Emily took out handcuffs and cuffed the bearded man behind his back.

Helen was startled when she saw the pistol, and almost killed Richard!

Emily then opened Liam's bag.

He was still struggling in his death throes, shouting, "What are you doing? Those are mine!"

Richard pressed down on the back of his head and gently pressed down.

Liam buried his face in the mud and grass, unable to make a sound, struggling to breathe, and began to struggle violently.

A few seconds later, Richard lifted his head up.

He spat out the dirt in his mouth, no longer daring to shout, but just panting heavily, his mouth and nose filled with the smell of dirt and grass.

Emily quickly found the money, and this time she was absolutely certain: "It's him!"

Emily then searched the man's entire body, uncovering even more items.

This guy always carries his driver's license with him, and it has his picture on it.

"Liam Cooper." Emily immediately called her friend at the police station: "Check this person for me, his driver's license is..."

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Before long, all the information was verified, and Liam Cooper's identity was confirmed; it was indeed him.

Liam cried out in despair, "Spare me! Spare me! I'll never do it again!"

"Take him over there!" Helen said nervously, worried about being exposed.

"OK!" Richard easily lifted the person up halfway.

Emily was very surprised: Richard looks small, but he runs so fast and is so strong?

She looked at Helen with a puzzled expression.

Does my sister actually like him, or is she just after having a taste of his good fortune?

Richard pulled Liam to a corner and made him lean against a large tree to see how Emily would handle the situation.

Emily, limping, stepped forward, trying to appear fierce: "Liam, I've memorized your name and identity. If you dare release this video, you're finished. You're suspected of extortion, and I guarantee I'll have you arrested and locked up with a bunch of gay men!"

Unfortunately, she was too beautiful and didn't seem threatening at all.

Fortunately, Liam was rather cowardly, and he burst into tears, saying, "I won't do it again, I won't do it again. I just wanted to make some money to spend, I really didn't mean to expose it—I know I was wrong, I'll never do it again, I really won't."

He acted very convincingly. Richard could see it even more clearly: flames of anger and resentment flickered above Liam's head.

Clearly, this guy will seek revenge once he gets away.

Emily took out Liam's phone, first deleting his OF account, and then restoring the entire phone to factory settings and formatting it.

Helen finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly deleted her 0F account. She was finally at ease.

Richard was speechless.

It turns out Emily didn't have much experience either.

What is the purpose of restoring factory settings?

After the incident with James's phone handled by OCME, Richard understood how to completely delete data: first, repeatedly read and write the data; second, format the phone; third, physically smash the phone; and finally, burn it.

This is to ensure that the data is not leaked.

Clearly, Emily, the NYPD's logistics clerk, didn't have much experience either.

Moreover, her threats were weak and ineffective.

You need to find something to use against them, otherwise what's the point of this threat?

If it were Mike, that guy would definitely have stuffed a packet of drugs into Liam's arms without hesitation to frame him, then taken him to the police station for a good beating, and finally put a criminal record on him to ensure that Liam would be in big trouble if it got out.

That's not all. Mike might run this guy over in the middle of the night, just like he did to Catherine.

"How did you find out?!"

"I'm a deliveryman. Once, when I was delivering a package to her, the package was damaged."

After asking her questions, Emily tossed her phone to Liam and said coldly, "Remember, don't mess with Helen. I'll be watching you!"

Liam begged for mercy repeatedly.

Richard was speechless. This way of dealing with such scum was utterly childish.

However, Emily seemed to think there was no problem and quickly let Liam go.

No one noticed that the fly puppet flew out of the plastic bag, landed on Liam's shoulder, and followed him away.

Helen smiled with relief: "Alright, the problem is finally solved."

In her view, as long as she knew the other party's identity and had leverage over them, she would be safe.

Where's Liam's computer? Are there any videos on it? Richard's lips twitched.

Even though Helen was still a student and had no experience with this kind of thing.

Emily shouldn't be like this!

Emily tried to stand up, but it was a bit difficult; her ankle was indeed badly sprained this time.

I didn't feel much pain when I was in a hurry to catch someone, but now I'm in so much pain that I gasp for breath when I step on the ground.

Richard could only say, "Where's your car? Shall I carry you there?"

Emily was a little shy, but she really couldn't leave right now, so she could only say, "Okay."

Helen picked up Emily's shoes.

Richard carried Emily on his back.

Emily's treasure is bigger than Helen's, and she walks with a bouncy gait.

When they reached the parking lot, Richard laid Emily sideways in the back seat; her feet were swollen like loaves of bread.

Helen was a little nervous; she felt guilty because of her: "It's so serious! I hope there aren't any broken bones!"

Richard feigned concern, saying, "Twice in a row, of course it's serious. Let me take a look."

It was only once! Emily was on the verge of tears.

Richard then said to Helen, "Go and buy some ice packs first."

"Okay." Helen left in a hurry.

Richard then took out another rubber glove and put it on.

Emily was dumbfounded: "Just how many rubber gloves did you wear?"

"Better safe than sorry." Richard put on his gloves and touched them gently.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Emily cried out in pain, but Richard held her down and pulled her back.

Emily screamed, "Easy, easy..."

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Richard pretended to touch and inspect, but actually secretly activated [Flesh and Blood Control] and inspected the area using a 3D model.

The bone is not injured, but the soft tissue damage is quite severe. Under normal circumstances, it may take a month to recover.

"Thankfully, your bones are fine. I'll give you a massage to reduce the swelling first."

Emily trembled in pain: "How can massage reduce swelling?"

Richard did not answer, but gently touched her ankle.

The main cause of swelling in a sprained ankle is ligament strain leading to tearing of capillaries.

When blood seeps into soft tissues, it can form various hematomas and bruises, and can also trigger acute inflammatory reactions. A large amount of tissue fluid will also enter the soft tissues, eventually causing cells to swell and the skin to bulge.

The simplest method is to stop the bleeding first, and then drain the blood clots and tissue fluid.

For ordinary doctors, there's not much they can do but use ice packs to cool the body and slow down blood flow.

But for Richard, it was not difficult at all.

He gently massaged Emily's ankles.

Emily trembled in pain: "It hurts so much. Are you sure you can hurt me?"

Richard said casually, "I have studied some traditional Chinese massage techniques."

He had seen it in the video; in reality, it relied on magic, of course.

Richard quietly activated [Flesh and Blood Remodeling].

First, fresh flesh and blood must be transformed into blood vessel cells to fill the capillary walls in order to stop the bleeding.

This was the first time he had used fresh flesh and blood to fill the blood vessel walls. It was a little more difficult than converting fat cells, but it was okay. As long as he paid attention to maintaining a certain shape, it could form the blood vessel walls.

The problem is that with the continuous outflow of blood, the new blood vessel cells are quickly washed away.

Richard immediately found a solution: using his magical hand to press down on the major blood vessel upstream, the blood flow rate immediately decreased.

Without blood loss, things become much simpler.

Wherever Richard's fingers touched, the capillaries were quickly repaired and restored.

In just a few seconds, all the torn capillaries were restored to their original state.

Richard then dispelled the magic hand, activated his ability again to extract the blood clots and tissue fluid, transforming them into [fresh flesh and blood], which he then filled into the [Blood Box].

Just a few minutes later, Emily was pleasantly surprised to find that the swelling in her foot had gone down.

"It actually works! How did you do it?"

Richard replied matter-of-factly, "Massage and acupressure."

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"You're really good at this?"

"certainly."

"Where did you learn this skill?"

"At Dongda University, practicing at OCME."

"Stop, don't say anymore." Emily felt like her ankle was dead.

Even after the swelling stops, the soft tissue injury will still need some time to recover.

However, soft tissue ligaments are actually made up of cells.

Therefore, it is natural that fresh flesh and blood can be used to rebuild soft tissue cells and quickly heal injuries!

Richard mimicked the gestures of a massage therapist, pretending to rub her Achilles tendon while actually using fresh flesh and blood to rebuild soft tissue cells.

A few minutes later, he had used up all of his fresh flesh and blood, and Emily's pain in her foot decreased rapidly, her injury almost completely healed.

Richard only had 0.1 units of the enhanced [Fresh Flesh] left, and he dared not use it.

He didn't know what the consequences would be if the enhanced [fresh flesh and blood] were put into the human body, so of course he couldn't use Emily as an experiment.

Isn't there a ready-made test subject right now?

Mr. Liam Cooper.