Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

Hills, Midtown, a little-known clinic.

In the brightly lit medical room, Kong Jiu skillfully found the relatively intact spleen from a mass of rotten flesh, severed the ligaments with a blood-stained scalpel, and removed it.

He was very patient, carefully cutting through various tissues and fibers, searching for organs, without the slightest aversion.

After all, this pile of rotten flesh died in a gang shootout, and it wasn't rotting, infested with maggots, or showing signs of disease, lumps, or pus, so it wasn't particularly disturbing.

Compared to the floating corpses and bloated, diseased bodies we dealt with earlier today, what we see before us is nothing more than a fresh but mutilated human remains.

Kong Jiu's eyes reflected a faint weariness, and a hint of barely perceptible madness.

When did I get into this godforsaken place? When did I start doing this job of recycling human parts?

That story begins five years ago.

Five years ago, at the age of 19, he boarded a plane far from home, full of hope, to study at Hills University in the United States.

After all, the United States, the world's beacon, is truly an authority in the fields of biology and medicine.

But amidst the cacophony of screams and cries, the flames obscured all vision.

The plane crashed.

The good news is that, after regaining his senses, he still managed to set foot on American soil.

Bad news, this seems to be some Lostbelt America.

This godforsaken place is called the United States of America, which sounds a lot like the United States.

The difference lies in the fact that this vast land with 48 states is home to evil gods, black box technology, superpowers, and even subspace.

Of course, Amerigo Vespucci does not publicly acknowledge the existence of these things.

The official explanation is: "Under a democratic system, life will find its own way!"

The poor quail had barely landed and before it even understood its situation was told that it had lost all contact with its homeland.

According to the airport receptionist, "God knows how you got through the Iron Curtain and flew here."

Fortunately, life has indeed found its way out.

His passport, bank account, and university admission letter from his previous life were still valid, and he actually enrolled at Hills University, becoming a medical student.

A respectable student life, well-organized work-study programs, and harmonious roommate relationships.

Although he lost contact with his hometown, he still had a good period of studying abroad.

Until last year, when he was about to graduate.

Unable to return to his hometown, he is considering pursuing a master's degree directly through a 4+4 program.

Kong Jiu personally cooked a feast of his hometown Shanxi dishes to entertain the professor, warming the stomach and heart of this upper-class person.

His tact and worldly wisdom pleased the professor.

Subsequently, through the professor's introduction, he came to a medical institution and became a "corpse piecer" who recycles human organs or pieces together mutilated corpses.

It sounds weird, but this job involves close cooperation with the police and is a legal operation.

The professor wrote a letter of recommendation, which helped Kong Jiu to come here for an internship and become a graduate student studying medicine.

Kong Jiu, unaware of what he was about to face, smugly thought that he had studied human biology for four years and perhaps he could broaden his horizons.

From that time on, he began to see the profound side of this land, moving beyond his glamorous life as an international student.

On his way to retrieve the body, his horizons broadened considerably.

He had witnessed psionic battles involving mechanical exoskeletons and gangland shootouts where human bodies were blasted into pieces.

I've seen "ratmen" who, after overdosing on enhancement agents in a sewer settlement, have mutated into rodent-like creatures.

I've seen the eight-pointed star drawn from crimson liquid and debris outside the slum church.

The perception of reality is gradually distorted by repeated shocks, from initial horror, fear, and nausea to eventually becoming accustomed to it.

Recalling all this, Kong Jiu sighed softly, swept the remains from which organs had been harvested into the trash can, and pushed them into the incinerator.

Eight corpses—that's the number of human bodies he dealt with today.

That concludes today's work.

After removing his protective suit, the person who had been stitched up was pushed into the freezer, the removed organs were placed in the refrigerator, he washed his hands, and walked out of the clinic.

The first thing Kong Jiu did after stepping out of the clinic was to look up at the sky.

It's Christmas Eve, and he's worried about the weather.

Last month, Hills experienced freezing rain.

It falls as a liquid, but quickly frosts up upon reaching the ground or onto the clothes of homeless people.

Kong Jiu would never forget the miserable state of the person sent by Zhou that day.

On the first day, they moved the unemployed programmers who had drowned under the bridge.

The next day, a homeless man, whose clothes were soaked and who died in his frozen sleep, reported here.

On the third day, the lungs of those "professional" homeless people with rich survival experience, coughing up dark red and black lobes due to the flu and cold, were also removed.

The cold wind is like an evil spell that continuously inflicts DoT damage on anyone.

Once a person's health falls below a certain threshold, the homeless will become "materials" for Kong Jiu to use in his final moments.

It's as if everyone has a death line above their head.

Looking at the sky obscured by dark clouds, Kong Jiu's pupils trembled slightly.

Hopefully the sun will come out tomorrow.

He got on his bicycle and rode towards the apartment.

The central district, a small area nestled between the upper and lower city, is a relatively stable area in Hills City.

This is why Kong Jiu was able to travel between the clinic and his apartment by bicycle.

As he passed an uphill section of road, he jumped off the bike and, taking a moment from his busy schedule, pulled out his phone and opened the "Carnation Community Chat Group".

Carnation Community is the name of the community where Kong Jiu's apartment is located.

A few years ago, he felt that paying property management fees to the community was a huge waste of money.

Until one day, he went to collect corpses from the poor in the lower city.

A family was robbed after being left unattended at night. The remains of four people, a man, a woman, and a child, each with a bullet hole in their forehead, were neatly moved over and their organs harvested.

Call the police?

Is there a police station in the downtown area?

Want to enjoy dial-up service in areas without cell towers?

Stop making everyone laugh.

Since then, Kong Jiu has been extremely sensitive to community news, fearing that security might be compromised.

Chat group messages:

Community security captain Chad: "Urgent notice! Police have reported that a criminal has been in the Midtown area for three days. He may be armed or possess psychic abilities. Residents are advised to minimize going out and avoid suspicious individuals."

Nina: "A psionic criminal? Three days and they still haven't caught him? What are the police doing?"

Ping An Wallet (Loans Available): "What a waste of taxpayers' money!"

Impa: "Jiujiu, are you watching? There's a Christmas party tonight, so I won't be going back to the apartment. Be careful."

A hint of worry appeared on Kong Jiu's face.

Impa is my roommate, a rich guy.

This young man from the wealthy neighborhood raved about the Chinese food Kong Jiu cooked and offered to cover part of the rent on the condition that his stomach would be satisfied.

"Impa's probably off to be a stud again. Hopefully, he'll take fewer enhancement drugs."

Kong Jiu thought for a moment and typed back, "Okay, you be careful too."

His phone vibrated again shortly after he sent the message.

The security guard, Chad, tagged himself in the group chat.

"Jiujiu, come back soon. I heard that criminal has slipped into our neighborhood. I've been too busy to pick up Little Chad, otherwise I really should have gone to pick you up."

A warm feeling rose in Kong Jiu's heart. He smiled wearily and typed, "No need, I'll be there soon."

It wasn't that he was being polite in refusing; it was because, as a transmigrator, he had awakened a miraculous spiritual power.

With a slight thought, he brought up the control panel.

[Investigator System]

Name: Kong Jiu

[Strength: 5, a strong and powerful mortal]

Agility: 4, Swift Mortal

[Intelligence: 0, Mud-type mortal]

[Overall Level: Level 9, Ordinary Person.]

[Additional Attributes]

[Insight: 1, a glimpse of a corner of the world has been seen!]

[Rationality: 72. Still able to think, but needs to be monitored for recovery.]

He attached great importance to this panel, especially the additional attributes of Vision and Sanity.

On one occasion, the police brought in the body of a mother who had died from an overdose of a potent toxin and whose unborn child had been miscarried…

Oh my god.

That day, Kong Jiuling's spiritual vision broke through level 1.

Besides the panel, he also has a skill.

[E at a glance]

[Detects units below level 20 within 200 meters and allows adding tags.]

If the overall level exceeds 10, it will be automatically highlighted.

This skill saved his life countless times.

On one occasion, he went out with Yingpa to another school to help her find a date for a night out.

However, this skill issued a notification upon entering the school gate.

On campus, a unit from the Class of 2019 was moving around, and the number of units from the Class of 2017 or 2018 that he encountered was rapidly decreasing.

He sensed something was wrong and forcefully dragged Impa, whose small head was taking up the size of his large head, back home.

The next day, the school's live-action CS story made the front page of the Hills Morning Post.

Afterwards, Impa said with lingering fear, "That reverse-thread intuition was amazing."

After that, Kong Jiu attached great importance to this skill to prevent accidents from happening.

Sure enough, right after I replied to the message, 【一眼鉴定E】issued a notification.

199 meters away, in a small alleyway that turns left and then right, there is a unit at level 17.

The system also thoughtfully highlighted the following: [Intelligence 10, Psionicist.]

Kong Jiu frowned.

A psionicist with an intelligence level of 10!

With this level of intelligence, he's qualified to pass the rating and become a formal E-level psionicist, right?

A proper psychic would most likely be working overtime at the power plant at this hour, earning money for Christmas expenses. What would they be doing squatting in an alley?

It seems this is the psionic criminal that the group was talking about.

So, as long as we avoid that alley, we should be fine.

However, the next second, Kong Jiu's pupils suddenly contracted.

At a distance of 199 meters, a familiar face marked with a tag appeared near the alley.

Chad Jr., your godson

Damn it!

What's wrong with teaching your child here!

Was his grandfather too busy with security work to pick him up from school?

Moreover, Chad Jr. was getting closer and closer to that alley!

Kong Jiu made a snap decision, immediately turned around, and drove towards the alley.