I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Richard keenly noticed Catherine's change, frowned, and glanced at her, wondering what this woman was thinking again.

Even though Richard had lived in America for two or three years, he still couldn't understand the chaotic lives of Americans.

Richard doesn't want to touch her for the time being.

His primary objective was secrecy, not women.

"I don't live here, Debbie would be a big problem."

While disappointed, Catherine also felt a little relieved.

If Richard were really living at home, she wouldn't know how to face Debbie.

Richard said:

I live in your YC apartment building.

YC Apartments are located near Francis Lewis High School and can be rented for $3800 per month.

A while ago, Catherine took advantage of the previous tenant moving out to renovate the place, preparing to raise the rent to $4500-$5000.

Catherine is a typical North American gold digger. She is 38 years old and has been divorced twice, receiving three properties and two cars from her two ex-husbands. The house in YC Apartments is one of them.

She now receives $4300 a month in alimony from her two ex-husbands.

In addition, she used the money she received from her ex-husband to open a small cosmetic surgery clinic called Katrina, which is doing very well, with a net profit of more than $8000 per month.

With rent included, Catherine's annual income reached $20.

No car loan, no mortgage, a true North American heiress.

"Okay, sir, I'll apply for the qualification tomorrow."

"Also, go and deal with Debbie, don't let her cause me any trouble."

......

A few minutes later, Richard drove away.

This is a 2004 Colorado, which Catherine got from her first ex-husband and has been sitting in the garage for several years.

The old car model is not very conspicuous in the traffic.

Richard had recently obtained a temporary driver's license and was still not very skilled, so he was driving the vehicle cautiously.

"The resurrected dead can control a servant; I need to find a corpse."

"The second servant should ideally be a powerful or influential person, as this will bring greater benefits to oneself."

However, accessing the corpses of the powerful and wealthy is extremely difficult.

You can't exactly resurrect a powerful or wealthy person who's been dead for over a decade, can you?

Even if he were lucky enough to happen to encounter a powerful figure who had just died, Richard would not dare to revive him casually, otherwise it would definitely cause a huge uproar.

A person who was clearly dead suddenly came back to life?

Richard couldn't even imagine how crazy the top echelons of America would be after learning this news.

That would be a huge problem.

The second method: assassinate a powerful figure and then immediately resurrect.

However, the powerful and wealthy place great importance on security, making assassinations extremely difficult; a slight misstep could backfire.

The necromancer's body is fragile; he can't unleash his full power amidst a hail of bullets.

The third option: Go to the hospital to find the body.

This method also has endless potential problems.

The last resort, and also the least risky, is to go out and collect the bodies of homeless people.

This is the unique advantage of the United States: the streets are full of homeless people, no one cares if they die, and no one pays attention if they live.

However, homeless people are of very low value, even less than Catherine.

Richard was starting to get a headache.

......

In the darkness of night, in the shadowy alley where there were no security cameras, Mike, with his muscular build, stood in the shadows.

He wore a baseball cap, which covered most of his face. His sinister eyes, hidden in the shadows, were imposing without being angry, and showed signs of bloodshot eyes from years of staying up late.

At that moment, Mike stared blankly at the empty road:

"FXXK! Where's Catherine's body?!"

He spent months meticulously preparing to kill Catherine, that vampire, and figured out her patterns of action.

A few hours earlier, he had meticulously prepared an alibi, decisively drove his car and killed Catherine, then fled the scene to prepare for the upcoming investigation.

To everyone's surprise, several hours passed without a call from the police, the hospital, or Debbie.

Everything was as calm as if nothing had happened.

Has no one discovered the body?

Mike was restless, the feeling of uncertainty was agonizing.

He waited for several hours, but couldn't wait any longer, so he mustered up his courage and came back.

When they returned, the body was indeed gone.

In a normal scenario, after someone discovers Catherine's body, they would call the police, the body would be taken to the hospital, and after her identity is confirmed, Debbie and other relatives would be contacted.

If it's determined to be a car accident, then it's because Debbie contacted her.

If the police believe it is murder, then the officer in charge of the investigation will call you.

In cases involving murder, the spouse is always the prime suspect.

But nothing has happened yet, everything is calm!

Why?!

Mike was completely numb, his mind went blank:

WTF!

If it weren't for the bloodstains still on the ground, he would have suspected that he was delusional and hadn't actually done anything.

His original plan was to run over Catherine and take back the lovely little Debbie.

He made thorough preparations, but things didn't go as he expected at all!

Where is the body?

Such a big corpse!

"Was it stolen by those damned corpse collectors?"

"Or did that bitch Catherine not die and leave on her own?"

Mike's face darkened.

He dared not go to Catherine's house to verify, in case Catherine was really dead, his sudden appearance would make him a prime suspect.

As a former spouse, any rash action I take will arouse great suspicion.

He didn't even dare to call Catherine rashly.

As a veteran police officer in the serious crimes unit, he was very familiar with the police's investigation methods.

"Damn it! What on earth happened?!"

Mike was in a state of turmoil. After hesitating for a long time, he finally slammed his fist against the wall and made up his mind.

No, I have to go to her house and check on her!

He pulled down his hat brim, turned and walked into the alley, walking for 1 kilometer before getting into a rented secondhand car and driving towards Catherine's house.

He had to find out exactly what had happened!

This feeling of being stuck in the middle is awful.

Under the cover of night, Mike arrived near Catherine's house and parked his car in a dark corner to keep watch.

The lights were on in both the master bedroom and Debbie's room, indicating that both mother and daughter were home.

Just then, the curtains happened to be drawn open.

Catherine walked to the window, lit a cigarette, and leaned against it to smoke.

Her movements were natural, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.

Mike was filled with confusion.

WTF!

What on earth happened?!

How come she doesn't have any injuries at all?

Did I hit the wrong person?

If it wasn't Catherine who was hit, then who was it?

Why did no one call the police after being hit?

Mike's mind was in complete chaos.

......

Richard drove into Brooklyn.

The area has a very poor security situation, with rampant gangs and frequent shootings.

The air was filled with a faint smell of urine and stench, along with a strange sweet-smelling odor.

The streets were littered with garbage and dotted with tents.

Some people were lying on the ground in the open, while others were rummaging through trash cans.

There were also a few disoriented black men, their bodies folded into strange shapes, swaying precariously but not falling over.

Some gangsters with their pants pulled down to their knees stared menacingly at Richard's car, sending chills down one's spine.

Richard kept the car windows tightly shut and became increasingly cautious.

Who knows if they'll pull a Glock out of their pants?

A fragile mage cannot withstand bullets with their bare body.

Only the piercing sound of police sirens in the distance can bring a false sense of security.

As it gets darker, this place will become increasingly dangerous.

I wonder if they'll find the body tonight.

Richard maintained a steady speed, driving slowly through the streets.

Soon, a strange aura emanated from not far ahead.

It was an indescribable feeling—silent, obscure, and cold.

This is a special effect of Death Sensing; Richard has already experienced it once.

There are dead people over there!

"Ding! New quest issued: [First Corpse Analysis]. Quest reward: Unlocks the [Flesh and Bones] branch, and grants a small amount of Flesh and Bones knowledge."

A new branch of knowledge! Richard accelerated southwestward.

Guided by his death sense, Richard quickly located his target.

Under the dim streetlights, a tall homeless man was curled up on the ground, motionless, with many needles scattered around him.

swarms of flies were crawling on the corpse.

Richard sensed a strong aura of death emanating from the corpse. He could even faintly perceive that the aura of death was fresh, indicating that the corpse had not been dead for very long.

However, to Richard's surprise, there was a tall, fat man wearing a white protective suit standing next to him.

The fat man wasn't wearing a helmet or goggles; judging by his skin color, he was probably Asian. He was looking at the corpse while complaining to his phone.

Someone arrived first, how can I get close to the body... Richard slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road.

dong dong!

There was a sudden knock on the car window.

Richard turned his head to look.

A heavily made-up woman was standing outside the car window.

Thick, red lips, exaggerated high heels, a low-cut dress that accentuates a deep cleavage, and exposed skin covered in various tattoos.

"What is it?" Richard rolled down the car window a crack.

The glamorous woman, cigarette between her fingers, exhaled a smoke ring.

"Hey! Bro! Want to come? $50, I guarantee you'll have a blast."