I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Fu Nong clapped his hands:

"Let's get to work!"

"Alright, boss!"

The group started working in twos and threes.

Irving Morris said sincerely:

"I like the students of the University of Tokyo. You are always so respectful and know what you should do. These are very good qualities."

After saying that, he took out a thick book, "OCME Forensic Records":

"This is OCME's internal data, accumulating nearly ten thousand usage records over almost a century. It will be very helpful if you take the forensic medicine exam in the future. Here, take a look."

The title page reads: "OCME Internal Document, Do Not Distribute, Price: $875."

It's been read so many times that it's clearly been studied by Irving frequently.

Richard said:

"Mr. Morris, this is very helpful to me!"

Irving smiled kindly:

Call me Kyrie!

The atmosphere here is much better than the morgue at Nancy Health Centre.

With Irving's help, Richard became familiar with his job duties.

Kyrie Irving's group consists of three people: James, a black guy who isn't too dark-skinned, and Rex, a Latino.

The Queens Medical Examiner’s Center manages a large number of corpses; Irving’s team alone is responsible for more than 500 morgue lockers, a number that is ten to twenty times greater than that of the Nancy Health Center.

Moreover, the turnover rate is extremely high, with dozens of new corpses being brought in every day, and the ways they died are quite varied.

Richard was in a great mood. With so many diverse and interesting corpses, plus the work of a forensic assistant, the progress of the "Secrets of Flesh and Blood" quest would be greatly accelerated, and he would also gain more knowledge!

Richard didn't start working immediately; instead, he followed Irving through various procedures and learned the workflow.

......

OCME does not have a cafeteria.

There is an American fast food restaurant and a coffee shop downstairs.

This is also where OCME employees usually eat; no one wants to eat in the building while smelling the stench of corpses, blood, and formaldehyde.

Richard followed Irving into the store, where there were already dozens of people.

Everyone was wearing dark OCME uniforms, and the atmosphere was very oppressive.

This is the normal state for OCME staff.

Under high pressure and heavy workload, coupled with a group of forensic doctors who deal with corpses year-round, no one spoke loudly, and no one even joked.

The relaxed atmosphere in Fukuno's group is special; it's purely because Fukuno has a good personality and is good at handling interpersonal relationships.

Following the lead of most people, Richard bought an egg sandwich and a cup of black coffee. The taste was so-so, and it cost $11.5, which was a bit expensive.

He and Irving found a place to sit down.

Richard started eating his sandwich, but Irving wasn't in a hurry.

He clasped his hands together and murmured softly, his voice so low it was almost inaudible:

"Lord, thank you for the food and for your protection..."

Richard hadn't paid much attention; devout believers would pray before meals in public.

This situation is uncommon, but not unheard of either.

The next second, Richard was stunned.

That mysterious, elusive, and elusive power reappeared.

The system displayed two consecutive prompts:

"Ding! Absorbed the power of unclaimed faith, mana restored by 1 point."

"Ding! Absorbed the power of unclaimed faith, mana restored by 1 point."

Richard looked at Owen in disbelief.

Seriously, man, you actually believe that?

This is the first true believer Richard has met in so long!

Praying before meals can generate the power of faith? Are you a fanatic?

Irving noticed Richard's look and smiled a little sheepishly.

"I've been used to it since I was little, so please don't mind."

Richard immediately decided to cultivate a good relationship with Irving, becoming a nanny who would help him with slam dunks anytime, anywhere—a rare occurrence indeed.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry about me, you continue."

Irving ate with a smile:

"Does the University of Tokyo seem to be full of faithless people? Don't you have a god?"

He was devout, but not fanatical.

When it comes to unbelievers, there is only some incomprehension, not disgust.

"Yes, but our gods, how should I put it..." Richard thought for a moment:

"The gods at Dongda University are all about practicality. Once they take up their posts, they must be conscientious and responsible. Ordinary people offer incense money, and the gods have to do their jobs after receiving the money. If the Guanyin of Fertility cannot grant children, then she is an incompetent god, and the incense money will naturally decrease."

"Huh? Is this a god?" Owen was starting to lose his composure.

"Does your god even care about having children?"

"Yeah, if they can't even do something this simple, how dare they call themselves gods?"

Irving sensed something was off, but for a moment he didn't know how to refute it.

Shouldn't God be omnipotent?

Upon closer reflection, it actually seems to make some sense.

The two ate and chatted, and soon Richard saw Helen walking over.

She was dressed in ordinary OCME work clothes, just like everyone else, but she stood out from the crowd, looking so beautiful that she seemed to be on a different level from everyone else.

Helen's appearance immediately drew the attention of all the men present.

OCME has very few female employees, let alone beautiful ones.

The men didn't even dare to look Helen in the eye; they would only steal a few glances before quickly looking away.

These employees who were able to endure years of tedious medicine and oppressive autopsies were mostly introverted NERD academic high-achievers during their student days.

They were the type of men who were not liked by women during their high school years, college years, and even after graduation and getting high salaries.

The sudden appearance of a beautiful woman naturally attracted the attention of all the men, but they seemed even more nervous than Helen.

Behind Helen was a quiet, unassuming male employee, who looked to be in his early 30s. His name was Jackson, and he was the forensic pathologist in her team.

Jackson said, trembling:

"Helen, let me treat you to dinner."

Helen was already used to being pursued and was thinking about how to refuse when she saw Richard beckoning. She immediately said:

"Excuse me, my friend is over there!"

"Okay." Jackson's expression immediately fell, and he walked dejectedly to a corner to buy food and eat in silence.

Richard almost laughed out loud.

Compared to this old NERD, Helen seemed much more outgoing and cheerful.

Helen, sitting next to Richard, finally relaxed a bit. Seeing Richard looking at Jackson, and seemingly worried that Richard might suspect her, she quickly whispered an explanation:

"He's clumsy and not good at interacting with girls."

To be honest, this was the first time Helen had ever met so many introverted men.

A group of people were secretly watching her, but no one dared to approach her.

This was unimaginable before.

In the past, whenever she entered a new environment, there would always be boys who thought they were exceptionally charming running over and showing off their charm like peacocks, just like Dominic, who was like a monkey.

Richard laughed:

"A cheerful person can't be a forensic pathologist."

I wonder what their expressions would be if they knew you were still a broadcaster on OF.

Helen nodded in deep agreement:

"Ms. Samantha Adela's technique is excellent, and I can learn a lot from her. Thank you again."

Richard waved his hand:

"Alright, alright, we're friends, no need to repeat yourself."

Helen was very happy.

A wonderful life is just around the corner.

Higher income, a brighter future, I'm finally going to make it big!

Although it's tiring, it's a stable job.

By buying fewer things, you can pay off your loan much sooner.

"And him..." Helen glanced at Richard furtively, then quickly looked away.

In a life shrouded in gloom, a ray of bright light finally shone through.

Helen smiled brightly.

A group of male forensic doctors kept glancing at them, their eyes filled with envy.

At that moment, Irving bought a cup of coffee and came back.

Richard explained:

"Owen Morris, my superior, and this is Helen Rose, my...neighbor."

Are they just neighbors?

Helen's face fell.

Irving laughed heartily:

Hello, Helen.

Irving Morris made Helen, who had just relaxed a little, tense up again.

She lowered her head and ate quickly, not daring to say another word.

Irving Morris said with a smile:

"It's great to see that you can eat normally. When other newcomers first arrived, they were so nauseous that they couldn't eat for seven or eight days."

Most beginners, even those who have dissected cadavers in school, cannot adapt here.

OCME is different; it's filled with all sorts of bizarre corpses.

Some were smashed to pieces in traffic accidents.

Some people have committed suicide by shooting themselves, blowing most of their brains out.

Some people died at home and weren't discovered until a month later, by which time they had already turned into yellowish liquid.

There are cases of people dying from street violence, covered in wounds and with bones.

Some were sacrificed because of cults, and half of their bodies were roasted alive.

There are also those who inject themselves with various poisons, resulting in their bodies becoming completely ulcerated.

In short, a normal person would not be able to eat after seeing this rotten flesh; it would take a long time to get used to it.

Richard was completely unaffected; on the contrary, he was very happy.

For him, this is a treasure!

How could I not be able to eat?

I want to eat another beef sandwich!

"I think it's alright. Living people are often more terrifying than dead people."

Irving Morris paused for a moment, then sighed:

"Yes, the living are often more terrifying than the dead. It's a terrible time."

Richard glanced at Irving Morris.

For some reason, a huge flame of fatigue and disappointment ignited in Irving Morris's head.

What was the reason for this? Depression? Richard was a little confused.

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