I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

"Bloodstained clothes?" Catherine ladled the braised pork onto a plate.

"I've seen it. It's an LV dress. I bought it many years ago. I really liked that dress and wore it often... But it's okay, I've already burned it."

Richard calmly said:

"If Mike had hit you that day, then his current behavior would be explained. Mike clearly hit you, yet you were unharmed. In that situation, what do you think he would do?"

Catherine froze, then sat up straight with a serious expression, trying to guess Mike's personality:

"He'll go into the room to investigate! But he won't find the dress."

Richard slowly stood up:

"The fact that the dress cannot be found is itself a huge mystery."

"OMG!" Catherine finally realized.

Richard asked:

"Where did you burn it?"

"garage."

The two exchanged a glance and immediately headed to the garage.

A few minutes later, Catherine confirmed that Mike had come.

"This alcohol bottle on the shelf has been tampered with. To make it easier to identify next time, I will make sure that all the items I put out have their labels facing outwards."

The label on the medical alcohol bottle, however, faces diagonally inward.

Catherine should have been nervous, but after being transformed by Richard, she remained absolutely calm:

"Mike was careful to make sure the bottom of the bottle matched the dust marks on the shelf, but he forgot to adjust the orientation of the label."

"Where are the ashes from the fire?"

"I dumped it in the trash can, but the trash can was taken away by the garbage truck this morning, so I can't tell whether Mike has turned it over."

Richard dusted off his hands:

"Let's go back and eat."

Catherine was very worried:

"But we don't know what Mike discovered."

Richard calmly said:

"Since he has come, we should assume that he knew, whether he knew or not."

Catherine's face turned deathly pale:

"I'm sorry, sir, I messed up."

Richard is peaceful and authentic.

"It's alright. You're just an ordinary person. You can't do any better than a sheriff."

Richard also began to reflect on himself. Excluding the necromancer profession, wasn't his experience and ability just that of an ordinary person?

Now, for Richard, the most crucial point is the timing of Mike's first surveillance.

If Mike had arrived earlier that day and found himself returning home with Catherine, who was supposed to be seriously injured, he would have become a prime suspect.

If Mike had arrived late that day, after she had already left, she could have continued to hide behind Catherine.

Richard could not confirm this time.

Given this suspicion, Mike's sudden warning to me today seems quite meaningful.

Is this old guy trying to test me?

For safety's sake, Mike must die!

Richard made up his mind instantly.

However, this matter should be handled with caution.

Richard's physical level is roughly equivalent to that of an untrained top athlete.

Mike is no ordinary person like David; he always carries a gun and spends his life scheming against gangsters.

Richard wasn't confident even if he launched a sneak attack. If Mike pulled out a gun, Richard would be 100% doomed.

A head-on fight is absolutely the last resort.

In addition, killing an incumbent police sergeant in New York is very likely to enrage the police.

If Michael dies, the NYPD will absolutely go crazy. They'll likely see it as gang retaliation and launch a massive investigation, and who knows what they'll find out.

It would be troublesome if Mike were to go missing.

As the ex-wife, and given the significant financial conflict between them, Catherine will automatically become a prime suspect and will continue to be investigated by the police.

Richard pondered.

However, there's no need to rush this.

Mike's attempted murder of his ex-wife is a federal felony, so he dared not act rashly.

Richard sat down at the table and began to eat.

The first step is to find a way to strip Mike of his police uniform. Without the protection of the NYPD, things will be much easier.

Catherine is very anxious:

"What should I do?"

Richard savored the flavor of the braised pork:

"Catherine, if you want to cook delicious Chinese food, you must not rush it."

"Look, your braised pork is fatty but not greasy, melts in your mouth, and tastes just right, because you cooked it for a full hour."

"I haven't had such delicious Chinese food in a long time."

The sound of sirens drifted in through the window from afar, much more frequent than usual.

It seems New York is quite lively lately.

......

Richard and Alex stood outside the Nancy Health Center, with two corpses in their car.

Brown came out quickly:

"Yo! Bro!"

Brown looked much more haggard than before. The cheerful and energetic Black man he had met when they first met was gone, and he looked very worried.

Richard asked:

"How's your brother?"

Brown sighed:

"Still can't find it."

Richard patted Brown on the shoulder:

"I'll help you take the body inside."

Brown was dejected and simply nodded listlessly.

The three men carried the body to the morgue and had just placed it in the morgue cabinet when a white man walked in.

He frowned and asked:

"Brown! Who are they?!"

Brown quickly stepped forward:

"Mr. Karim! They are body collectors, helping to transport the body here. This young man is Richard, the one I mentioned the day before yesterday."

Karim glanced at Richard:

"Yellow race?"

He said unhappily:

"Don't you know outsiders aren't allowed in the morgue? Make them leave immediately!"

After saying that, he turned and left.

Brown was very embarrassed.

Alex quickly replied:

"It's alright! We'll leave right away!"

He tugged at Richard:

"He's the morgue supervisor. If we don't get along with him, it'll be difficult to transport our bodies in the future."

Richard glanced at Karim, then pointed at Brown:

"Contact me if you need anything."

"OK!"

The two drove away, and the sirens grew closer and closer, sounding very intense, as if a large group of police cars were rushing towards them.

"What happened?" Alex asked.

Richard shook his head.

Alex's curiosity got the better of him:

"Let's go take a look at the front gate."

Upon arriving at the front gate, we saw three ambulances, escorted by five police cars, rushing into the main entrance.

A group of police officers stood at the door, their faces solemn, the atmosphere tense.

The two dared not approach and watched from a distance.

A short while later, another police car, under tight security, escorted an ambulance in.

A gang member covered in tattoos was carried on a stretcher and taken to the hospital.

Judging from the cautious way the police were handling the person being carried, the person was probably a big shot in some gang.

The sirens of police cars kept blaring in the distance.

The police officers at the scene were constantly talking into their walkie-talkies, and the situation was chaotic.

Several people who looked like reporters arrived shortly afterward, setting up their cameras and taking pictures.

Alex sighed:

"I wonder which gang caused some big trouble today. Be careful on your way back."

Richard had lived in New York for over two years, and this was the first time he had ever seen a conflict of this scale.

It seems that all the city's police force has been mobilized today.

Mike will likely have a sleepless night and won't have time to cause trouble for himself.

Maybe I can take advantage of the chaos to find something for Mike to do?

......

The gang and the police had been fighting all night. When Richard went to bed at three in the morning, he could still hear police sirens outside from time to time.

However, YC Apartments is a good community with excellent security.

Richard has nothing to worry about.

The next morning, Richard walked out of the room in high spirits.

His strong physique allows him to fully recover his energy with just three or four hours of sleep.

Helen happened to be standing at the elevator door with a book in her arms, waiting for the elevator.

Richard greeted them in the manner of Americans:

Good morning, Helen. The weather is nice today.

Helen didn't dare to look up, and said to the elevator buttons:

Good morning, Richard.

Richard smiled.

In the United States, it's rare to find a beautiful woman with social anxiety.

He noticed that Helen had dark circles under her eyes:

"The sirens were very loud last night."

Helen felt Richard's gaze, and her forehead broke out in a sweat:

Yes, yes.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened.

Richard had just walked in when Helen suddenly said:

"I realized I didn't bring my car keys."

Richard asked:

"Shall I hold the elevator for you?"

"No! No!" Helen seemed flustered, appearing terrified of being in an elevator with strangers.

"You can go now."

"Okay." Richard didn't want to torment a socially anxious person any longer, so he simply closed the elevator door.

The moment the elevator doors closed, Richard vaguely saw Helen let out a long sigh of relief.

Soon, the elevator arrived at the first floor.

Bright sunlight streamed through the glass, casting dappled shadows on the hall floor.

The apartment's security guards were all wearing bulletproof vests, sunglasses, and carrying heavy weapons, patrolling back and forth at the entrance.

This display of force gave the homeowners a great sense of security, which in turn drove up the prices of YC apartments.

"Another beautiful day." Richard put on his sunglasses and walked out of the apartment.