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Chapter 112 Emily's Self-Deception (13K long chapter, please vote and subscribe!)

Emily tried to gently move her ankle.

She was very careful, and then to her surprise, she found that it didn't hurt as much.

Just now, my stomach was swollen like a loaf of bread, and I could barely move.

Now, she can move her feet gently without feeling any pain. She then tried rotating her ankle slightly, and it still didn't hurt.

She boldly stepped lightly on the ground.

There was still some lingering pain, but it was bearable.

The change from being completely unable to touch it before to being able to walk with difficulty is too great!

Emily exclaimed incredulously, "Richard, your massage skills are amazing!"

Richard asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"A little. But it doesn't affect anything; at least I can walk."

Richard nodded, indicating that some of his injuries had not fully healed.

However, all the fresh blood and flesh have been used up, so there's no way to cure it now.

"Lift it up a bit." Richard gently pulled on his ankle.

Caught off guard, Emily gasped and leaned back in the back seat.

Richard turned her foot and placed it on the center console, saying as if giving a doctor's prescription, "Although I've helped stop the bleeding and reduce the swelling, it's impossible to completely stop it. There will definitely still be some slight swelling; it's not fully healed. The swelling will continue to compress the lymphatic vessels, preventing some tissue fluid from returning to the body. If your foot hangs down, it will worsen this trend and increase the swelling, so you need to elevate your foot."

"Okay." Emily was very obedient. "Okay, okay, I got it."

This time she didn't resist at all.

Richard's miraculous massage skills completely won her over.

Richard once again used two fingers to remove the rubber glove and threw it on the ground beside him.

The parking lot was littered with needles and other trash, but the rubber gloves lying on the ground looked perfectly harmonious.

Emily's lips twitched as she looked at the obvious disgust on his face, but she couldn't say anything. Richard had indeed cured her illness.

"Do you want to be a doctor when you grow up?" Emily asked.

Richard stood outside the car waiting for Helen to return, and replied perfunctorily, "Maybe."

Richard thought to himself, "If I were a doctor, I'd be a miracle worker."

Treating a poor wretch like Emily would definitely not earn you much money.

However, treating certain people can be very profitable, such as those big stars in the NBA.

Many basketball players suffer from extremely severe meniscus injuries, which is one of the most common injuries among basketball players.

If I could just help an All-Star heal their meniscus, I might be able to earn enough to buy a house.

However, this matter cannot be handled so hastily; it must be considered carefully.

If the meniscus is completely repaired, it will definitely cause other doctors to discover abnormalities.

Any therapy or drug that could completely repair a meniscus injury would defy current medical technology and drive all pharmaceutical companies and research institutions crazy.

The athletes don't affect Richard, but the capitalists might.

No matter how big a star you are, if those capitalists smell the scent of money, they will use all sorts of means to send that NBA player to their private hospital and examine him with all kinds of equipment.

Then they were surprised to find that the meniscus had actually healed!

That would be a huge problem... Richard's head throbbed just thinking about it.

Therefore, it is absolutely not possible to do it directly; it needs to be done more meticulously.

The meniscus is a soft tissue located in the joint space between the femur in the thigh and the tibia in the lower leg, used to cushion the friction between the two bones.

After a meniscus tear, the femur and tibia in the lower leg come into contact, causing knee pain. Moreover, the contact between the two bones causes them to wear down faster, making the pain even worse.

If you can restore even a small amount of your meniscus yourself, and then strengthen it with cells transformed from fresh blood and flesh, you might be able to largely restore its function.

Even if athletes cannot return to their peak condition, they can recover 80% to 90% of their strength.

If that's really the case, then it has so many uses!

As long as there are no visible changes in the athlete's meniscus, no one will think to remove it for inspection.

Even if we wait until the athlete dies before removing it, what difference does it make?

They're top athletes, exceptionally talented, isn't that normal?

Of course, there is an even more cautious approach, which is to seek treatment from athletes who have meniscus injuries but have not undergone meniscus surgery.

In that case, no one would know what his meniscus was like before, making it impossible to compare.

Unless an athlete who has just undergone meniscus strengthening dies in an accidental car crash or other similar incident, and their meniscus is subsequently dissected, it will be at least ten or twenty years before the athlete dies of old age.

At that time, Richard believed he could play "I Don't Eat Beef".

So what if it gets exposed?

Do you dare to say it?

I have a million ways to shut you up.

Of course, this is just wishful thinking for now; we still need to be cautious for the time being.

In the current situation, the best approach is to adopt Debbie's miraculous persona.

Imagine finding a Catholic athlete with a minor meniscus tear, having Debbie bless him, and then the athlete suddenly standing up – that would be incredibly exciting!

With the intellectual level of these orcs who can't even calculate three times seven and whose brains are damaged by drugs every day, they will definitely become fanatics.

In this way, he could both boost Debbie's faith and make money for himself, without arousing too much suspicion.

Emily watched Richard standing outside the car, silent and unblinking, showing no intention of getting close to her.

She actually thought the man was quite a gentleman, and Helen hadn't made a mistake in choosing him.

Helen rushed back, carrying four or five bags of ice packs: "I bought the ice packs! Hurry up—wait, how come your swelling has gone down?"

Helen looked at Emily's ankle in surprise. It had been swollen like a pig's trotter a moment ago, but now it was smooth as before, although it still felt a little hot to the touch. This was a normal acute inflammatory reaction.

Emily said gratefully, "Your boyfriend is an amazing massage therapist!"

Richard shook his head: "What's so great about me? I've just learned a few tricks."

"This is no small feat." Emily exercises regularly and has sprained her ankle before, so she knows that a sprained ankle cannot recover in such a short time.

Generally, it takes two to three weeks for the swelling to subside.

Sometimes, even a month later, my ankles still hurt a bit when I run fast.

Police officers are often injured during training, and various soft tissue injuries are very common. She has seen quite a few, but she has never seen Richard treat her so quickly.

Emily herself feels that she is in a similar state of recovery as she was a month later, which is truly amazing.

Helen glanced at Richard shyly, and when she found that he didn't reject the term "boyfriend," she felt a warm glow inside her heart.

Richard then asked, "What exactly happened?"

Helen was extremely embarrassed, but at this point, all she could do was recount what had happened.

Richard roughly understood what had happened: "Okay. Next time something like this happens, tell me."

Helen nodded awkwardly and hurriedly led Emily away.

Since the incident started because of her, she still wanted to take Emily to the hospital for a check-up to put her mind at ease.

Helen was driving, and Emily was half-reclined in the back seat with her feet stretched out on the center console.

She looked at her foot, but no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't tell that she had just sprained it.

Thinking about Richard's actions just now, she felt inexplicably shy again and quickly put on her socks.

"You'd better hold on to this boyfriend," Emily said.

Helen smiled sweetly.

However, Emily continued, "I feel that he's not particularly interested in you, he's rather distant, so you might need to take the initiative."

"He's different! That's just his personality," Helen explained on Richard's behalf.

"Hmph, only someone like you who has never been in contact with a man since childhood would be so easily fooled."

Helen retorted, "Sister, what are you talking about? It's as if you know men very well."

Emily froze: "No matter what, I've seen a lot of men at the police station, okay? Good ones, bad ones, tall ones, short ones, black ones, white ones, I've seen a whole bunch of them."

"That's all just theory, sister. You've never even been in a relationship."

Emily said in the most devout tone, "Premarital chastity is my faith and my duty to the Lord. I cannot disobey the Lord's will."

"You're right about that," Helen agreed wholeheartedly.

This is a very common thing in their family.

The vehicle moved slowly through the traffic, unable to go fast at all.

After a while, Emily said again, "Don't film it anymore. Maybe there's still a chance to salvage the situation."

Helen bit her red lips: "Don't worry, sister, I've learned my lesson."

Liam drove away from the parking lot in a panic, glancing back every now and then. He was relieved to find that no one was chasing him, but he was still shaken by what he had experienced that day.

Those two bitches! How dare they scheme against me!

And that yellow-skinned monkey, how exactly did he train?

It runs so fast, like a wild animal. How much medicine did it take?

Aren't you afraid of killing yourself?

Liam suddenly gasped, feeling a slight pain in his lips.

I was just rubbed against the ground, and I got quite a few cuts and bruises.

How could I possibly let this go after suffering such a big loss?

A bunch of idiots! Newbies!

They don't even know how to recover data!

Besides, I still have videos on my computer, so it doesn't matter if I delete them on my phone.

He'd seen plenty of pretty girls like that who were brainless.

For them, 37 and 48 are both normal operations.

How could anyone possibly understand something as complex as mobile phone data?

Liam carried a pride and sense of accomplishment typical of engineers.

He stopped at a convenience store on the way and bought a bottle of the cheapest strong liquor.

When he got home, he took the liquor into the bathroom.

I first cleaned it briefly, then disinfected the wound with white wine.

"Ah!!" He jumped up and down in pain. After the disinfection was completed, he took another swig of alcohol to numb his nerves and relieve the pain.

The pain reminded him of the helplessness and embarrassment he felt when Richard pinned him to the ground, filling him with immense anger.

snort!

I'm determined to spread that bitch's video even further.

As long as the videos spread widely enough, they simply cannot be completely deleted from the internet.

If anyone else finds your whereabouts in the future, don't blame me.

And if they can't find you, shouldn't I at least let them know?

After a quick wash and cleaning of his wounds, Liam finally felt much better.

He walked out of the bathroom, and a fly was buzzing around the doorway.

This damn weather and there are even flies!

Liam casually grabbed a thick nightgown and put it on.

Air conditioning and heating are too expensive, so he can't bear to turn them on.

He walked through the living room, intending to go to the study to use the computer, but suddenly froze halfway through.

He slowly turned his head and saw a man calmly leaning against the window, looking at him. It was the yellow-skinned monkey from earlier!

Fk!

Liam looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"What are you doing here?" Liam exclaimed in fright. "What do you want?"

Richard simply looked at him indifferently.

This kid has a raging fire of revenge burning inside him; he definitely won't let this go.

Liam slowly backed away, as if he were terrified.

Richard could tell that he was consciously retreating towards a drawer behind him.

Richard didn't stop him, but calmly said, "Turn on your computer, I need to see if there are any backup videos."

Liam whirled around, pulled open a drawer, grabbed a pistol, pointed it at Richard, and yelled, "You bastard, get out of here! This is my house! Get out now! I'm calling the police!"

With the gun in his hand, he gained immense courage.

Just then, an invisible pain emanated from Liam's heart and quickly swept through his entire body.

He froze on the spot, his eyes wide, unable to hold the gun in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a thud.

Immediately afterwards, he clutched his heart and collapsed to the ground with a thud, like a piece of wood.

His forehead and nose were bleeding from the impact, but he still couldn't cover the wounds.

The excruciating pain in his heart left him unable to make a sound or move; he could only curl up in a ball, convulsing violently, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Richard simply looked at him calmly.

A full 10 minutes later, Richard ended the [Touch of Pain] and repeated, "Turn on your computer, I need to see if there are any backup videos."

Liam finally calmed down and crawled back on the ground in fear.

She cried out, tears and snot streaming down her face, "You're a devil! What have you done to me?"

The pain I just felt was terrifying; it seemed to surge from the depths of my soul and never stopped.

Unlike most pains that often subside for a while, this pain was endless, without any respite.

For a full 10 minutes, he felt as if boiling oil was being poured over his heart.

"Stay away from me! You're not human!" he cried in terror.

The next second, that excruciating pain returned.

This time it's in a different location, the stomach.

It felt like someone was sanding his stomach relentlessly, with tremendous force, and the radiating pain spread from his stomach throughout his body.

Liam froze instantly, collapsing to the ground, clutching his stomach, unable to move, and uttering a sound.

The sound of "uh uh".

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the yellow-skinned man, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.

The other person remained standing there quietly, staring at him without moving.

It took Richard a full 20 minutes to end the [Touch of Pain].

He repeated for the third time, "Turn on your computer, I need to see if there are any backup videos."

"Yes, yes, yes! Right away!" Liam finally learned his lesson. He stopped arguing and scrambled toward the laptop.

That kind of pain was worse than death, and he never wanted to experience it again.

You can have whatever you want, I don't care anymore.

Richard was very unhappy.

I wasted two points of my magic power again.

Richard asked, "Delete all of Helen's videos."

"Helen?" Liam paused, then said, "Oh, you mean Rose? Ah! Don't tell me her name, I don't know! I didn't hear you! Don't kill me! You want the video here?"

He was terrified and dug out all his privately owned videos, which he had downloaded from the internet.

Helen was among them, having downloaded more than a dozen.

In the face of excruciating pain, he no longer cared about privacy or shame.

Because Richard appeared with Emily, and Emily was wearing police boots, he mistook Richard for a policeman.

But what was that pain just now? Did the government really develop super soldiers?

The U.S. government researches so many strange and unusual things that no one knows how many secrets they hold.

Richard ordered, "Delete the data completely. You know what I mean, delete it completely."

"Yes!" Liam dared not try any more tricks and quickly filled in the data repeatedly before formatting it.

After doing this three times, he cautiously looked at Richard and said, "That's enough. It's absolutely impossible to recover."

Richard held out his hand: "Give me the notebook."

Liam was heartbroken; this was a high-end laptop he had spent a lot of money on, which he used for gaming.

However, his life was at stake, so he dared not resist in the slightest and could only hand the notebook over to Richard.

Richard added, "Give me the phone too. I know you can recover the data."

Liam groaned inwardly.

Do you know why you didn't say anything just now?

Why do you insist on coming along?

What exactly do you want to do?

But he didn't dare ask anything.

He had absolutely no idea what this thing in human skin was; the pain he had just experienced was too mysterious.

"Tell me about yourself," Richard said, pacing around the room.

Liam didn't dare hide anything and honestly replied, "I used to be an engineer at Montucco Airlines. Then I lost my job, so I delivered food to earn some money. I'm under a lot of financial pressure, really, boss. I didn't mean to offend Hay-Rose, please forgive me, I'll never do it again!"

Richard saw a Monduk Aerostructures employee card lying on the table, covered in dust, probably untouched for a long time.

It seems he wasn't lying.

"What are you doing now?"

"Delivering takeout."

"Anything else?"

"No, I can't find any good jobs," Liam insisted, insisting he was poor.

Richard heard something else: no one would care even if he died.

Richard stepped forward, extracted the [fresh flesh and blood] enhanced with 0.1 unit of magical power, transformed it into blood cells, and sent it into Liam's body.

A large number of red blood cells were merrily flowing through Liam's blood vessels. Although they were rounder and fuller, they looked no different from normal red blood cells.

Richard waited a full 10 minutes, but Liam didn't react at all; everything seemed normal. "How do you feel?" he asked.

Liam said cautiously, "What? I didn't feel anything."

It seems there are no problems, but the actual effect still needs to be tested. Richard nodded: "In that case, let's end it here."

Liam breathed a sigh of relief; it was finally over. Then he realized what had happened and looked at Richard in horror.

Richard activated [Touch of Pain] again.

"No!" Liam clutched his heart and collapsed, unable to fight back or run away, and could only lie on the ground, writhing in pain.

Richard pressed down on his back, and in an instant, a massive amount of fresh flesh and blood surged into the Blood and Corpse Box.

Liam was paralyzed by excruciating pain and could only watch helplessly as the twitching hands in front of him rapidly withered and shrank, becoming like the arms of a dried-up corpse!

"You're not human! You're a devil!" He was filled with immense fear, but he was now speechless and could only watch helplessly as he lost a large amount of his essence and slowly died.

Liam died a horrific death, dying in excruciating pain, unable to struggle, scream, or even utter a sound.

After a large amount of his fresh flesh and blood was drained away in a short period of time, his corpse became extremely shriveled.

Richard unleashed his final skill, [Touch of Withering].

The corpse withered rapidly, like a wilting flower; its skin turned gray, its muscles disintegrated, and its bones turned to ash in just a few seconds.

Finally, everything turned to ashes, dissipated in the smoke, and vanished without a trace, leaving nothing behind.

There was no bloodstain, no fingerprints, and nothing that could be traced.

Richard picked up his pajamas, patted them off, and tossed them onto the sofa. Like the other messy clothes, they were casually tossed on the sofa, inconspicuous.

The outer garment was packed into a large travel bag.

There was still a pool of blood on the ground where Liam had fallen.

Richard grabbed a piece of clothing, wiped it clean, and then tossed it into his travel bag.

Finally, I packed up my laptop, phone, and coat and took them with me.

Richard walked more than a kilometer to where the car was parked.

He had learned his lesson. In a neighborhood like Liam, where the security was a complete mess, he wouldn't park his new car there; it would only get vandalized.

He drove several kilometers to the outskirts of the city, found a deserted place, removed the laptop's hard drive and smashed it. He did the same to the phone.

Finally, everything, including the outer garment, was burned to ashes, reduced to a pile of charcoal. After ensuring that no one could read any information, Richard threw the remaining debris into the river.

"Sister, you should rest well. I'll come to see you again in a few days."

"Okay, you need to be careful in the future."

After saying goodbye, Emily watched Helen's car leave, then drove to the police station.

How could she not know that the way Liam was dealt with today was extremely hasty?

However, Richard and Helen are just two students; they can handle the rest themselves. There's no need to involve them.

Emily grabbed her pistol, put on her police uniform, and drove to the address her colleague had found for Liam.

Liam lives in a typical working-class neighborhood in Brooklyn.

The entire neighborhood is made up of rows of closely packed two-story wooden detached houses.

The distance between the buildings is very narrow, allowing only one car to pass at a time.

There was no wide lawn between the houses; the foundations of the houses were simply raised slightly by half a foot to avoid the water accumulation on the road during the rainy season.

The paint on each house, applied years ago, has peeled and faded in large areas, leaving everything dirty. Many homeowners have simply painted over the walls, making the paint look even more patchy and jarring.

There are no parking spaces; cars are basically parked in front of each household.

The standard front yard had no landscaping whatsoever; the rusty iron fence had been removed and was being used as a parking lot.

The whole neighborhood seemed lifeless, and all the people coming and going were Black.

As soon as Emily's car drove in, it was spotted by a group of menacing Black people.

However, Emily's police uniform made the Black people hesitant.

However, their eyes were still filled with hatred, and NYPD personnel were very unpopular here.

Emily walked past a row of telephone poles and looked up.

It was covered with shoes.

She wasn't a frontline police officer and didn't know which gang those shoes represented.

She was a little nervous, but the police uniform gave her a great sense of security. Unfortunately, she couldn't ask anyone else for help with this, so she had to do it all by herself.

Emily found Liam's house.

A cheap metal security door leads to a dilapidated wooden door. The entrance is crammed with cards from various convenience stores, takeout shops, and churches, not to mention utility bill reminders.

Emily got out of the car, and next door, a black woman was sitting on her own stairs, lost in thought.

Emily asked, "Do you know Liam is home?"

The Black woman shook her head.

Emily went up and looked through the window; it was pitch black, without any light.

Knock, knock, knock! She knocked on the door: "Liam! Open the door, I know you're in there."

She knocked for a long time, but Liam didn't open the door.

Is he home?

The Black woman yelled, "How would I know if that bastard's home or not? He never opens the door when he's home. What do you want with Liam? Did he steal something again?"

"He stole something? Isn't he an engineer?"

"What kind of engineer is he? He used to be, but he's not anymore. He's just a penniless bastard who delivers takeout every day. He'll get beaten to death by drug dealers sooner or later. You'd better warn him to stay away from my car and not try to steal my gas again."

Well, this kid also stole the neighbor's gasoline. Emily shrugged.

She knocked on the door again, but still no one answered. She'd warned him once; where else could he be if not home?

She went back to the car and looked at Liam's file: no criminal record, no enemies, no debt disputes, just very poor financial situation.

Where can this guy go?

He doesn't look like someone who takes drugs, at least not hard drugs.

Emily could only sit in the car and wait. She waited until late into the night, but Liam still hadn't returned.

That's strange...

Emily dared not wait any longer.

Several black boys had walked back and forth around her car several times.

If she hadn't been wearing a police uniform, she probably would have rushed in and smashed the car window.

"This damn place!" Emily cursed, and drove home.

The next day, she came to the door again.

Liam's door remained locked, and there was not a sound.

She picked up her phone and called the delivery company where Liam worked: "I wanted to ask Liam—oh, he's not here? Didn't he come? Where did he go? Does he often skip work?"

"Not often, he's very short of money and rarely takes leave." The supervisor didn't care.

It's normal for such people to suddenly stop coming; they could die somewhere at any time.

Emily hung up the phone and started to get anxious.

She went to the door again and knocked, but still no one answered.

She was getting a little anxious.

She didn't care where Liam died, but if the kid had gambling debts or was going through a drug addiction, he was capable of anything. He might even sell Helen's situation for money, which would be a huge problem.

Emily gritted her teeth, saw a half-open window on the second floor, climbed up, and slipped inside.

The Black woman next door just sat there watching her, without moving.

Emily entered the room, turned on the lights, and then searched the room.

There were no signs of a fight, nor any signs of tidying up; it was as if they had simply never gone home.

Liam clearly wasn't the type to like tidying up; all his clothes were piled on the sofa, except for the black outfit from yesterday.

She looked around the room but couldn't find anything of value.

The only thing that's certain is that there's a white mark made of dust on the table, which is probably where the notebook was placed.

The laptop cable is still there, but the laptop is gone.

Is this kid going to run away?

Only one spot on the ground was relatively clean, as if someone had rubbed it; the rest of the ground was filthy and covered in dust.

However, there were no signs of a struggle. That clean spot was probably where a piece of clothing had fallen on the ground and been picked up, or something else.

She casually picked up the clothes on the sofa to check them and found that the pajamas were still a bit damp.

The room is quite dry, so where is this dampness coming from? It's like someone took a shower and put on some new clothes.

Emily examined the area closely and discovered more problems: the towel wasn't completely dry, and there was still a little water on the floor, as if someone had recently taken a shower.

However, she couldn't confirm whether Liam took a shower before going to the park or after returning home and then left.

If it were colleagues from the Criminal Investigation Department or the Major Crimes Unit, they might be able to obtain more information.

But Emily dared not entrust this matter to anyone else; Helen's reputation was of utmost importance, so she had no choice but to back out in the end.

Emily came out of the front door and saw the old lady next door still sunbathing in the doorway, calmly looking at Emily, seemingly not surprised at all.

Emily shrugged. "I can't find anything. Everything is still here, but the person is gone."

"Really?" The Black woman seemed very calm. "Who knows where that guy has disappeared to? Just don't cause us any trouble. Okay, Officer Emily, I'll keep an eye on him for you. If he comes back, I'll call you."

"Thank you so much." Emily left a number, glanced at Liam's house again, and turned to leave, planning to come back and search more carefully when she had time, hoping to find some clues.

The moment she left, the Black woman jumped up, grabbed her phone, and dialed again: "Fuck! You brat, get back here right now! That idiot Liam's gone missing! Move all his valuables out of the house, or someone else will take them!"

A dozen minutes later, a burly black man covered in tattoos and swaying unsteadily returned: "Hey, Mom, is that idiot Liam dead? He's really unlucky, hahaha!" The man laughed unrestrainedly.

The older woman had already prepared the stroller: "Stop just talking and get to work!"

The Black man wanted to boast a bit more, but a glare from the older woman made him shrink back in fear. He quickly pushed his cart to Liam's door, nimbly climbed through the window, and opened the front door.

The mother and son rushed into the room and began a thorough cleaning.

"Take all the clothes away."

"Fk, I don't want these clothes, they're so tacky, they make me look like trash."

"Aren't you just trash?"

"I'll be disappointed if you say that, Mom."

"Hmph, I've been disappointed for decades, let me show you. Look at this leather jacket, it's real leather. This guy's a real engineer, he's got money!"

"So tacky!"

"I told you to take it!"

"OK, OK, OK." The young black man immediately backed down, no longer daring to show off to the older woman. He mumbled something under his breath, but his actions were very obedient.

The Black woman didn't care about anything; she took whatever she saw, whether it was soap, laundry detergent, toilet paper, pills, a television, or even her work access card.

In just one morning, the mother and son completely emptied Liam's house, leaving only the walls.

After Emily got off work that evening, she still hadn't heard from the Black woman, so she drove over to Liam's house to check on things.

"Is he back?"

The Black woman remained seated by the door, calmly sipping something: "Nothing."

Emily frowned.

Strange, where did that kid go? She went to the door, ready to check again, only to be surprised to find that the window was broken!

The stairs had two deep marks carved by some heavy object, as if something had been dragged across the ground.

The drag marks clearly pointed to the black woman's door.

No, you! Emily exclaimed incredulously.

The Black woman simply raised the water in her hand, looking completely calm.

Emily felt somewhat helpless.

She walked to the door and found it half-open. She pushed it gently, and with a creak, the door collapsed with a loud crash!

WTF! Emily was completely stunned.

She walked into the room, which was completely empty; there was nothing there!

"Was his house burgled?"

"Who knows?" The woman calmly shrugged. "I took a nap at noon, maybe a thief broke in then."

Emily was speechless: "Look at these marks, they lead straight to your house."

"Oh, really?"

"Really? What does that mean?"

Emily was getting a little frantic; she was finally starting to understand the situation.

No wonder those frontline police officers all said not to come over unless necessary.

Liam had only been missing for a day, and his house had been completely ransacked. Was this a home? It was a den of robbers!

Well, the whole house has been completely demolished, and now even if there are any clues left, they can't be found.

The scene was completely destroyed, with only a few cheap sofas and broken chairs left in the room, probably because they were too heavy for the Black woman to move.

Emily frowned as she walked out of the room and saw the black woman sitting on a cushion—the same thick cushion that came with the sofa. Emily pointed to the cushion under her.

The woman remained calm: "I found it on the street. Nobody wants it. Do you want it?"

Emily took a deep breath: "Call me if Liam comes back."

She didn't care about the Liam family's situation; the worse off they were, the better, as long as they didn't cause her any trouble.

OK.

Richard returned to the YC apartment to pack his luggage.

It's much quieter over there in Catherine's area. He needs to stay there for a while until Catherine finds a house to buy before moving out.

It's so noisy here.

The battle between the two dragons and one phoenix and the nitrous oxide battle have stopped, but the woman downstairs is still arguing with her boyfriend. I don't know what she has to say. Why doesn't she just break up with him?

Richard quickly washed his clothes at home, threw the perishable food into the trash can, and prepared to take it with him.

The majority of his belongings were books; he packed an entire suitcase, which he lifted and found to be very heavy.

An ordinary person probably couldn't pull it, but luckily he's physically strong enough.

Richard, carrying large bags and bundles, opened the door, ready to go downstairs.

Suddenly, Helen opened the door, biting her lip, and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Richard said, "Yes, it's too noisy here."

"Too noisy?" Helen asked sadly.

What's making noise here?

He's just using this as an excuse to distance himself from me.

She looked at Richard, her eyes slightly red, unsure of what to say, yet also feeling somewhat resentful.

She couldn't explain her relationship with Richard.

"I know what I did was wrong, but I will do it again—you believe me," Helen couldn't help but explain.

Richard then realized she was suspicious and said, "You've misunderstood. I really want to move out; it's just too noisy here. My hearing is very sensitive; I can hear a lot of things."

Helen bit her lip.

What an outrageous excuse, claiming to have sensitive ears?

The soundproofing in these mid-to-high-end apartments is already quite good.

Richard said helplessly, "Really, I can hear everything in your room."

Helen was a little confused.

"Any sound?" she asked in alarm.

Richard nodded: "Yes."

Helen's face flushed red instantly.

He didn't know why Helen's face was so red.

"I heard you very clearly when you were on the phone with your sister that day," Richard repeated Helen and Emily's conversation. "See, I wasn't lying to you?"

How could a human ear be so sensitive! It's illogical! Helen felt like she wanted to die; her fingers began to tremble, and her ears started to turn red.

"Don't you hear any strange noises every night?"

"Of course I heard it," Richard said with a sly grin.

The "Double Dragons and One Phoenix" competition downstairs was so exciting! I even caught a few seconds of the live stream.

Of course, this couldn't be said in front of Helen.

Helen's face turned bright red: "You know that...that...that—"

She became so nervous that she stammered and didn't even know what to say.

Richard was somewhat puzzled, while Helen's head was burning with shyness and shame.

He was completely confused: "Are you misunderstanding something?"

Helen was filled with shame. Why do human ears have to be so sensitive?!

Undeterred, she asked again, "Can you really hear me?"

"Yes, I can." Richard shrugged. "I just thought it was too noisy, so I moved out to another place."

"Huh? Was I too loud?" Helen's face was practically bleeding.

Richard was taken aback for a moment.

What do you mean your voice is too loud?

Helen didn't dare to lift her head, and stammered as she explained, "I just—you know—my age—sometimes, I just—"

She didn't know how to say it; how could she possibly say such a thing!

Richard asked in confusion, "What do you mean by 'sometimes you just...'? What do you mean by 'just do it yourself'?"

Helen couldn't take it anymore and shoved Richard out the door: "Alright, alright! You can go now, we'll talk about it next time! Goodbye!"

With a bang, she slammed the door shut and covered her face, unable to recover for a long time.

Richard finally vaguely understood something.

He reached his "magic hand" into the room, and Helen rushed into the bedroom, threw a small appliance from under her pillow into the trash can, covered it with a piece of paper, and then started banging her head against the wall repeatedly, muttering, "I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! Why are some people's ears so sensitive? And they say I'm noisy? Ugh! How can I face anyone like this?"

Richard finally understood, and he almost burst out laughing.

Well, entertaining oneself isn't a sin, and there's nothing he can do to persuade Helen about this.

In the end, all I could do was knock on the door: "Helen, I've left your belated Christmas present at your door."

He put the silver necklace in a jewelry box, placed it in front of Helen's door, and left with his luggage.

Helen didn't dare open the door immediately.

Only after seeing Richard's elevator go down did she cautiously open the door and see the jewelry box by the door.

She opened it with delight; it was a silver necklace.

Although it looks very ordinary, it is clearly a handmade version.

He gave Richard a handmade silver keychain, and Richard returned a handmade silver necklace.

Helen's heart finally settled down.

I don't think I messed up?

She closed the door, so happy she almost burst into song.

The bad stuff is finally over!

She started thinking again about how to greet Richard when she saw him while she was on duty at OCME.

Ah!

Ugh, so annoying!

Richard drove to Catherine's house.

Upon seeing Richard, Shadow immediately jumped off the cat tree and ran upstairs, too scared to come down again.

Richard didn't chase after it; its magic power was almost completely depleted by now.

Debbie asked, puzzled, "Why is it so afraid of you? Did you hit it?"

"How would I know?"

Debbie continued to bounce and practice the dance she had just learned that day.

Richard picked up a cup of coffee and leaned against the windowsill to look out.

Debbie asked as she danced, "Does it look good?"

Richard answered, "It looks good." He was very honest.

The white rabbit hops and skips, its long ponytail swinging behind its head, exuding youthful energy and looking absolutely beautiful.

Her skin isn't as good as Dongda's.

This can be changed. Once the level of [Flesh Reconstruction] improves, I can completely redesign Debbie's skin.

Richard felt like he was playing a weird simulation game, like making a doll, reducing waist fat and improving skin beauty. Why did it sound like a game called "Gala Game"?

Debbie proudly raised her chin: "Ha, you know what? My weight loss has been very effective, and I've already lost a lot of weight. I can definitely lose it all within two months."

"I believe in you. You're a genius, and you'll definitely be faster." Richard smiled.

Debbie continued jumping with satisfaction.

Catherine walked over and glanced at Debbie.

Her daughter was dancing in hot pants, and her movements were a bit indecent, but she didn't say anything: "Debbie, you're going to Princeton tomorrow for the Christmas shooting memorial service."

"I'm not going!" Debbie said breathlessly, jumping up and down. "I'm scared whenever I go to that place. Who knows if another gunman will jump out and shoot me? That old man in heaven might not protect me anymore. He'll think I'm a fool. I've already protected you once, and you still insist on coming here to die. Isn't that stupid?"

Richard almost burst out laughing when he heard this.

Catherine didn't know how to explain it either.

The one who will protect you is not that false god in the sky, but the true god beside you.

As for that old man in the sky... you can curse him all you want, it doesn't matter anymore anyway.

The Catholic Church has always said that there is only one true God in heaven. Now that Richard has appeared, why doesn't he kill Richard?

Since Richard couldn't be killed, it means that He is not the only God, or perhaps He doesn't exist at all.

The worst thing about monotheism is that the whole logic collapses as soon as someone else performs a miracle.

Richard thought for a moment and asked, "Who will go tomorrow?"

Catherine explained, "Archbishop Sawyer will preside, and Brian will be there too. Princeton isn't an ordinary school; so many students died, many of them children of the powerful and wealthy, so it won't end easily. Henry will also be there; he'll definitely get a severe scolding afterward."

What a great opportunity to replenish mana! Richard thought to himself, I'll arrange a miracle for Debbie to solidify her status as a saintess, and then I'll replenish my mana!

"I'll go with you tomorrow, Debbie."

Debbie pouted, "Okay, I'll go." She didn't dare refuse Richard.

After Debbie finished dancing, she took a shower, and the three of them ate dinner like a family of three.

Debbie ate a few bites and then lay down on the mat to play with the cat.

The holidays were so much fun! As long as she didn't have to go to school, Debbie was cheerful every day, like a happy pig.

Oh, worse than a pig.

Pigs don't need to diet.

Richard's appetite, however, is getting bigger and bigger.

There's no way around it; as my physical condition improves, my appetite naturally increases.

Although it doesn't increase proportionally like an increase in physical fitness, the amount of energy consumed does increase.

Huh? Richard suddenly realized something: My physique has improved so much, but my appetite hasn't increased proportionally. Where did the extra energy come from? Does magic not even obey the laws of thermodynamics?

Catherine said as she ate, "I haven't found a suitable house yet, I still have to keep looking."

Richard waved his hand: "It's alright, I can stay here for a while."

Catherine said, "I will do it as soon as possible."

She didn't actually want Richard to move out, but she couldn't disobey Richard's orders, so she could only do her best to help Richard find a house.

"These large concrete houses are in high demand. There are countless wealthy people around here, and they're snapped up as soon as they become available. Good locations are hard to find. There are bad locations, but they're too noisy and don't meet your requirements. By the way, what's your budget?"

Richard thought for a moment and said softly, "Within 1000 million."

This is a very large number.

For most ordinary people, they won't earn a million dollars in their entire lives.

Richard spoke very casually.

Catherine didn't find anything strange about it; in her opinion, it made perfect sense.

Even for a supernatural being like Richard, she felt it was a bit too little.

She didn't know how Richard made his money, and she didn't care; all she needed was enough money.

"With 1000 million, you have a wider range of choices."

""

Richard read until late at night.

He chose a secondary bedroom on the second floor, as this was the quietest direction.

Debbie's room is diagonally opposite.

The bright moonlight shone on the snow-white ground.

The snow had been trampled on for several days and wasn't as white as it had been a couple of days ago, but the night was still very bright.

The gains during this period have been enormous.

[Flesh and Blood Control] has been upgraded to [Flesh and Blood Reshaping], and a new quest called [Flesh and Blood Demon Structure] has been obtained.

Richard felt that these two skills had many similarities and were likely closely related.

I just don't know whether to increase my physical limits through [Flesh and Blood Remodeling] or [Flesh and Blood Demon Construction]?

All of these require further exploration.

However, considering that it took so long to go from level 2 to level 3, going from level 3 to level 4 will only be more difficult, perhaps taking years.

Therefore, instead of trying to increase the level of [Flesh and Bones] to obtain a higher physical constitution limit, it is better to seize the time to increase the level of [Soul and Desire].

Richard is making the most of his time to study endocrinology and continue to expand his knowledge of "soul and desire".

And what about [Pain and Plague]? When exactly can it be activated? How do I activate it?

Richard was still completely clueless.

This branch should level up relatively quickly in the early stages, at least giving him two skills and additional attribute points.

[Flesh and Bone] improves physical fitness, [Soul and Desire] improves mental strength, so what does [Pain and Plague] upgrade?

Richard was very much looking forward to it.

After upgrading from [Flesh and Blood Control] to [Flesh and Blood Reshaping], it gave him a vast space for imagination.

Today we've tested our skills on Emily; we'll only get stronger in the future.

Richard was taking stock of his gains when he heard Debbie's soft, even breathing coming from next door, knowing that she had fallen asleep.

Richard gently pushed open the door and entered the room.

Debbie's door was only half-open and unlocked.

This girl has ideas.

Richard sat on the edge of the bed.

Shadow was fast asleep and didn't notice Richard coming in. By the time he realized, it was too late.

Richard suddenly reached out and grabbed Shadow's Fate by the back of the neck.

The shadow was so frightened that it tucked its tail between its legs and huddled into a ball.

"Why are you so afraid of me?" Richard pulled the shadow in front of him.

The shadow trembled, its fur standing on end.

In Richard's eyes, the shadow was floating with two desires: fear and dread.

It can definitely tell that I'm different.

Richard tried other cats, but none of them reacted like Shadow.

He put the shadow on the ground, and it immediately tucked its tail between its legs and ran away.

If he hadn't used up most of his magic today, he would definitely have used the black cat for an experiment.

Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, so there's no rush.

Richard placed his hands on Debbie's waist and began helping her lose weight and have liposuction.

After successfully completing the liposuction procedure, Richard returned to his room.

Just as I was about to take a break, my phone beeped. It was a message from Emily: "Liam seems to have gone missing."

Richard calmly sent back a message: "That's awesome! This kind of scum deserves to die!"

Emily wasn't quite sure what Richard meant by that message, but she sent another message: "That's for the best."

She stared blankly at the still-wet snow outside.

How exactly did Liam disappear?

Who could make him disappear without a trace?

Emily couldn't help but recall Richard's movements earlier that day, which were clearly beyond what ordinary people could do, almost as fast as an athlete's. She felt that this student was not as simple as he appeared on the surface.

Forget it, why think about these things? She rubbed her ankle.

not my business.

Richard is Helen's boyfriend after all, so the stronger the better.

Moreover, he is very skilled at treating soft tissue injuries.

Emily's ankle was still a little sore, and the injury had not fully healed.

Should I ask Richard to give me another thorough treatment?

Emily's face inexplicably flushed as she recalled Richard rubbing her feet.

I'm just in so much pain and want to recover as soon as possible.