I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Manipulating flesh and blood? Richard pondered for a moment and then had an idea.

Try going to the Katrina Clinic first.

It was past 1 a.m. He wasn't tired, but he didn't want to study anymore, so he quickly washed up and prepared to rest.

I had just lain down when the phone rang.

Richard answered the call and saw it was Brown:

"BRO, I've found Little John's whereabouts, but I..."

"I'll come over and take over your shift right now." Richard put his clothes back on.

Half an hour later, Richard arrived at the back door of the Nancy Health Center.

Brown was already standing at the door, looking very anxious.

"Brother! I'm leaving this to you. Tomorrow's the weekend, Karim's on holiday, he won't be coming, I might be a little late."

Richard smiled and patted Brown on the shoulder:

Don't worry.

He has already communicated with Roman and can start work at any time, so it won't matter even if Karim comes back.

As Brown changed into his work clothes, he solemnly said:

"My wages for today are yours."

For someone like Brown, who is at the bottom of society, every penny matters.

Losing a day's wages might mean going hungry, or not having enough money for gas, forcing one to sell blood.

Richard didn't care:

"Forget about that, finding Little John is more important."

"Brother!" Brown bumped fists with Richard, patted Richard's elbow hard, and then hurried away.

Richard stared intently at Brown's departing figure; he indeed saw no trace of death on him.

Richard walked into the deathly morgue.

Three more bodies were found in the morgue. When they were pulled out, all three bodies were covered in tattoos, clearly indicating they were gang members.

Without saying a word, Richard first analyzed the situation:

"Oscar Payne, height... weight... official member of the Ghost Gang, multiple drug residues in his body, shot to death."

"Gavin Murray, height... weight... official member of the Ghost Gang, multiple drug residues in his body, shot to death."

"Tobias Cooper, height... weight... Shadowstalker operative leader, multiple drug residues in his system, shot fatal..."

Just as Richard was about to let go, a memory strangely appeared in his mind.

In a daze, Richard seemed to see himself standing in a dark street corner.

A sullen-faced white man stood before him. He was of medium build, wore enormous sunglasses that obscured most of his face, and had a mole on his chin.

"Where's Murphy?! FXXK! He actually dared to send some trash to deal with me?"

The memory's owner was scolded but dared not get angry, remaining trembling with fear. Richard even sensed the fear the other person felt towards him.

"Things are getting tense lately, Murphy, he..."

The white man was furious:

"Who does he think he is! Without my support, he's just a street thug!"

......

The memory has ended.

"This is... the memories of the deceased?" Richard exclaimed in surprise.

"I saw the deceased's memories from before their death!"

He activated the skill [Death Sense] again: You can sense the aura of death within 500 meters and obtain some information upon contact with a corpse. The more well-preserved the corpse, the clearer the aura of death and the more complete the information.

This was the first time Richard had seen anything beyond the body's identification information.

Why can't I see anyone else's photos, and only his?

Coincidence? Or was this body particularly acutely aware of this memory?

Richard had no idea.

Although this memory is incomplete and fragmented, it reveals tremendous possibilities!

Richard repeatedly touched the body but obtained no further information.

Richard then pulled out the other corpses and searched them all, but found nothing again.

Richard, facing Tobias Cooper's corpse, continued to ponder how to complete the Mystery of Flesh and Blood mission.

The gunshot wound on the body was located in the chest, near the heart.

Presumably because it was just a simple gunshot wound and not worth studying, the body was intact and had not been dissected.

The wound showed signs of skin lacerations and was surrounded by gunpowder burn marks, appearing as black dots, suggesting the victim was shot at close range.

Richard put on rubber gloves and carefully inserted his fingers into the wound.

The body had been dead for some time, and the cold environment of the morgue had made the muscles and skin very hard.

After searching around for a while, no other discoveries were made.

Richard gently turned the body over and saw a larger, more irregular wound on the back, from which the bullet had exited.

There was blood in the body's nasal cavity, which was likely caused by a bullet piercing the lungs, resulting in massive bleeding that flowed out of the nasal cavity.

Given that the body might be involved in a murder and a forensic examination might be performed, Richard did not have much contact with it to avoid arousing unnecessary suspicion.

Richard pushed the body back and found another dissected body—the unfortunate guy who had died from organ transplant rejection.

The body's chest and abdominal cavities were cut open without even being stitched up; they were simply covered with skin.

Richard carefully peeled back the skin and muscles, exposing the internal organs completely. Several organs had been dissected and were casually placed inside the abdominal cavity.

The heart and liver were missing; they were probably taken for testing.

At that moment, a system notification sounded: "Ding, you have conducted some exploration of the sacred flesh and blood."

Richard raised his eyebrows slightly.

It is correct to handle the body with your own hands!

But that's all; it's far from completing the task.

"Isn't that enough?" Richard pulled out another corpse and examined it.

Half an hour later, he searched through all the bodies in the morgue.

He personally touched the flesh and blood of every dissected corpse.

The task prompt never appeared again.

It seems that this method is not the best approach, and the progress it can achieve is limited.

Richard noticed that he was covered in a faint aura of death, though even fainter than Helen's that day.

It is only through prolonged contact with the internal organs of a corpse that one becomes tainted with the aura of death.

Richard restored all the bodies to their original positions, put them back in their place, threw away his rubber gloves, and returned to Brown's office.

Brown's anatomy notes were left on the corner of the table. Richard looked at them for a while but gained no knowledge from them.

It was getting late, and Richard was getting ready to rest.

Before taking a break, he sent a message to Roman: "Dean Roman, I'm on duty starting tonight."

I've come to work, so of course I need a salary. Why not take the capitalists' money if it's free?

In addition, informing Roman could also mitigate Brown's risks.

This job is very important to Brown.

If Kalim finds out, Brown will be in trouble.

Roman quickly replied: "OK, I will notify the HR department."

Richard lay on the recliner, closed his eyes to rest, but tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

He has too much energy.

This is a side effect of having a high level of physical fitness.

"It's past 2 a.m.!" Richard glanced at his phone and sat up irritably.

Feeling bored, Richard decided to wander around the Nancy Health Center to familiarize himself with the environment.

The Nancy Health Center is quiet and peaceful at night.

A couple of days ago, the chaotic sirens disappeared, and the whole of New York seemed to have gained a rare moment of peace.

The Nancy Health Center is not large, consisting of only one main building and two small auxiliary buildings.

Between the three buildings, an expensive landscaped garden was built, featuring giant beech trees, beautiful feather maples, patches of alpine rhododendrons, and David Austin roses...

Moonlight filters through the plants, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Richard walked from the northernmost part of the morgue to the south gate of the Nancy Health Center, and then strolled to the westernmost part.

He had never been to this place before.

Richard was about to leave when he suddenly looked up and stared in surprise into the distance.

About 500 meters to the west, on the verge of death, there was a soaring aura of death!

Countless auras of death intertwined, indistinguishable from one another, resembling a mass grave.

Richard frowned slightly:

"What on earth is going on? How can there be so many dead people in downtown New York City?"

The location of the corpses could be barely discerned from the position of the death aura; the group of corpses was about 20-30 meters underground.

Richard opened the map app on his phone.

That location is a place called "Saint Carlisle Church".

Richard then searched for "St. Carlisle Church" online and found more information.

This building is over 200 years old and was originally built as a boarding school for Native American children.

It was gradually abandoned and converted into a church, which is now a place for believers in the surrounding communities to conduct their daily activities.

Richard looked at the deathly aura of conflict that seemed almost tangible, as if he were seeing the final cries of countless innocent victims.

church?

It's really fun.

America is truly a land of outstanding people and beautiful scenery.

Richard left the Nancy Health Centre and headed toward St. Carlisle Church.