I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Richard casually clicked on it and saw the autopsy record; the forensic pathologist was Simon.

Why would someone who is shot and killed in public need an autopsy?

Richard frowned. He opened the file and found that the autopsy record contained only a few perfunctory sentences.

Richard became alert.

Everyone was so tired they were about to fall asleep.

Richard walked alone to Marcus's morgue and pulled Marcus out.

Open the body bag.

Richard observed carefully.

Marcus's two balls were cut.

He was shot dead, why cut this thing?

Richard frowned.

Then, his exceptional eyesight allowed him to discover a tiny pinhole in Marcus's eyeball.

Very subtle.

Ordinary people certainly can't see it, but he can.

Eye-catching, cut the ball.

Check testosterone levels!

Richard immediately recalled a case from the OCME Forensic Records.

After a person dies, testosterone is preserved in the eyeball for the longest time. Vitreous humor can be extracted from the eyeball to check the testosterone content.

In this way, the eyeball and the traces of ball match up.

Simon in Chamarcus's testosterone.

Given that Simon might be Mike's friend, Richard basically guessed why Simon was performing an autopsy: to find out why Marcus had taken action!

Richard pushed the body back into the cabinet.

Investigate, investigate.

Anyway, I never had any close contact with Marcus, so no matter how I investigated, I couldn't find my name.

Marcus was driven to rage by his own actions, and his testosterone levels were definitely off the charts, but so what?

According to the conventional thinking of Americans, they would definitely think that Marcus was on drugs.

However, there is one thing to note: was Simon investigating this himself, or was he being instructed by someone else, and is there any conspiracy involved?

......

As dawn broke, Richard and Helen finished their night shift.

"Shall I take you back?" Richard asked with a smile.

Helen was a little nervous, but also a little excited:

"Okay! I'll pay for the gas."

Richard did not refuse.

The car started moving slowly.

Helen sat in the passenger seat, the cold morning breeze blowing on her face, making her cheeks rosy.

She rested one arm on the car window, leaving red marks on her fair skin.

The collar was slightly opened by the wind, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.

Richard's excellent eyesight allowed him to clearly see the faint blue veins and fine hairs on the skin.

Richard's gaze made Helen both nervous and proud.

Above his head, three flames—tension, love, and desire—were growing wildly.

Helen awkwardly tried to find topics to talk about:

"So... when are you going to Princeton for classes? No, you've already got accepted to summer school, so you probably don't need to go to high school anymore. I mean... what time do you usually go to bed? No, I'm just curious... what year is your car? A Chevrolet? I don't really know much about cars, I'm thinking of buying a used one. No, I'm not saying I don't want to ride in your car. Did you see that cirrhotic body on the autopsy table today? Never mind, you probably wouldn't be interested. Um... thanks for the ride."

Helen's cheeks burned, and she felt like a stupid pig rambling on and on.

She was always the one being pursued; she had never actively pursued anyone and had absolutely no experience.

The two went up the stairs and returned to the doorway.

Helen hesitated, wanting to invite Richard to her home for dinner, but lacking the courage to ask.

Richard smiled:

"goodbye."

After saying that, he went back to his room.

He saw clearly the desires in Helen's heart and was fully aware of her thoughts.

At other times, he wouldn't mind enjoying breakfast with a beautiful woman, but not today.

I need to get some rest during the day, and tonight I should head to the ancient tomb; those Soul-Devouring Vines should be ripe by now!

Richard returned home and called Brian:

"Forensic pathologist Simon is investigating Marcus. I suspect someone is investigating Mike's cause of death. Be careful."

Brian frowned slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Thank you, my lord! It might be Miles, but it's not a big deal."

This matter has absolutely nothing to do with Brian.

He did indeed trick Mike through Miles, but Marcus shot Mike in broad daylight, so there's no way to overturn the case.

Mike's funeral is the day after tomorrow. Once the funeral is over, this matter will be firmly established as an ironclad case of "gangster revenge against the sheriff," and no one else will be able to stir up any trouble if they investigate it again.

At the funeral, all the top executives of the NYPD will be present to mourn Michael and take the opportunity to formally announce a severe crackdown on gangs.

Gang members publicly executed an NYPD sheriff, which was seen as a provocation against the NYPD and must be severely punished, even to the point of eradicating the gang!

Otherwise, the NYPD would be seen as weak by other gangs, and officers would face greater danger when carrying out their duties.

......

Richard had a good rest at home all day.

Night fell.

Richard took out tools such as a high-powered flashlight, a mask, and a silver ring that he had prepared in advance.

Richard hesitated for a moment, then took Amon's silenced Glock 17 with him. The description of the [Evil Essence Stripping Technique] was rather strange, so it was best to be careful.

This time, he learned his lesson and parked his car right next to the Nancy Health Centre before walking to the church.

The Church of Saint Carlisle was dimly lit at night, and as usual, the entrance was filled with tents belonging to homeless people.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and everyone is hiding in tents. Those who don't have tents are nowhere to be found, and perhaps they are already dead.

Richard easily made his way around to the backyard wall.

He had checked this location many times, and there were no cameras there.

In the dead of night, a flock of starlings, for some reason, did not rest, their chirping drowning out the sounds of Richard's movements.

He lightly jumped, grabbed the top of the wall, and easily climbed up.

The three-meter-high wall couldn't stop Richard at all.

Richard landed lightly.

Father Calvin has a very regular schedule and is already resting.

No one would come to the old church to steal anything, so there is almost no security. There is only an elderly believer who acts as the doorman, whose job is to close the door.

Richard entered the ancient tomb with ease.

The four Netherworld Soul-Devouring Vines have fully matured!

The pool was almost completely empty of skeletons, with only a few grayish-brown powder residues remaining on the bottom.

The pebbles that had been lying at the bottom of the pool finally saw the light of day again after hundreds of years.

Richard picked 10 more seeds, accumulating a total of 18 seeds, which gave him an overwhelming sense of security.

Let's begin!

Richard did not hesitate for long before activating the Evil Essence Technique.

A grayish-white light emanated from Richard's fingertips, enveloping the nearest Netherworld Soul-Devouring Vine.

The Netherworld Soul-Devouring Vine immediately trembled violently, all its branches and leaves rubbing against each other rapidly, emitting a piercing, teeth-grinding scream.

It twisted and turned, trying to break free from the area covered by the evil magic, but it couldn't escape at all.

The tentacles were pulled out of the skeleton one by one, slamming against the pit walls like octopus tentacles.

boom!

boom!

In the midst of intense pain, the suction cups that the Soul-Eating Vine was clinging to the ceiling and stone pillars fell off one by one, crashing heavily into the pool of bones.

The Soul-Devouring Vine trembled violently, shrank, and enlarged, struggling desperately to escape, as if it were a living thing.

Countless tentacles bared their teeth and claws, emitting a harsh, scraping sound.

Luckily it was underground, otherwise it would have alarmed countless people.

The scattered essence, following the evil essence technique, condensed at Richard's fingertips.

The Soul-Devouring Vine of the Underworld struggled much more fiercely than Richard had anticipated; it turned out that harvesting demonic plants was not an easy task after all.

Even worse, as it struggled, Richard clearly felt its magic power being consumed at an increased rate.

"Why is this thing so difficult to handle?"