I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Mike is getting into more and more trouble.

First, they relentlessly pursued Catherine, and now they've exposed their own police report.

That old man really deserves to die. Richard calmly used X software to search for news about Stinger Bar.

As expected, a large number of news articles and videos appeared.

The Stinger Bar has been sealed off, and a group of police officers have put up yellow tape outside the bar and are searching in and out.

A attention-seeking netizen shouted at the screen:

"I heard they found a lot of drugs inside and arrested a white drug dealer. I'm going to sneak in tonight and take some pictures for everyone!"

There's also the video of Isabella, a high-ranking official from the IAB, being interviewed and speaking fluently to the camera:

"The IAB is determined to crack down on illegal law enforcement practices by the police..."

Finally, Richard found a video of Mike being questioned by the IAB. It's unclear how this internal video was leaked, but there was a short clip of it.

"Donovan didn't report to headquarters as required. How were you able to arrive at the scene so quickly? Did you have an informant tip you off?"

"He's my daughter's classmate, an international student from the University of Tokyo. He's a nice guy..."

Fxxk You! Richard squinted.

Mike deserves to die.

The teacher arrived, and most of the girls returned to their seats.

Serena was still lying next to Tang Yuqing, whispering:

"Are we going to get into trouble?"

Tang Yuqing whispered:

"Probably not! Mike is Debbie's father, and Richard called him. What does it have to do with us? We've been locked upstairs the whole time. Even if something happens, it's Richard and Debbie's problem."

"Yeah! You're right." The two of them were full of schadenfreude, completely unaware that Richard could clearly hear what they were saying.

Richard glanced at them, and a thought struck him as he saw dim, multicolored flames appearing above their heads.

This is the passive effect of [Ignite Desire], which does not consume mana and allows him to [see] the desires of targets within his line of sight, manifesting them in the form of flames.

After repeated testing, Richard discovered that different desires have different colors.

Hatred is blood red, lust is scarlet, rage is fiery red, greed is gold, fear is black, gluttony is dark green, sloth is grayish-white, despair is nothingness, and envy is blue.

At any given time, each person typically has only 2-3 flames of desire above their head, some have as few as 1, others have as many as 3 or 4. The more flames there are at the same time, the more complicated one's thoughts become.

The size of the flame represents the intensity of the desire.

Tang Yuqing's head has three colors: the largest is black fear, and there are smaller ones of blue jealousy and blood red hatred.

Richard thought to himself:

"She is indeed very scared. Her jealousy is probably directed at Debbie, but as for hatred, it's unclear. Maybe it's directed at me? This woman is really seriously ill."

Serena's head has two colors: the large one is black fear, and the small one is blue jealousy.

Both flames were slightly smaller than Tang Yuqing's.

In comparison, native-born African Americans are indeed bolder.

Mr. Jeff Baker was explaining math, but it was too easy. Richard was too lazy to listen and continued scrolling through his phone.

There's a lot of news about Stinger Bar, with rumors and real information flying everywhere, making it impossible to tell the truth from the falsehood. However, most of the public opinion focuses on "Donovan is a corrupt cop" and "That policewoman has such long legs, she's about to stomp me to death."

While scrolling through the video, Richard stumbled upon a short video filmed by Alex, recounting the Stinger bar incident.

Only his voice was heard, not his face, but Alex's voice was so unique that Richard recognized it immediately.

The account name is ALEX.

Richard casually followed him and discovered that he had already uploaded quite a few videos, all about his experiences as a body collector in the United States.

Seven parts truth, three parts embellishment; with a silver tongue, he makes even the smallest things sound incredibly captivating.

However, it was spoken in Chinese, so it didn't attract many followers.

Richard searched for ALEX on a Chinese app and found that ALEX is more well-known in the country.

He has 3 to 4 followers on Bilibili, and his videos, which have been uploaded for a long time, are all clips from his live streams.

The incident where Richard went with him to the monument to collect the body also became material for Alex to talk about.

"This guy..."

According to Alex, Richard was a tough guy who dared to collect corpses while still in high school, and he also had a nickname, "Genius Bro": a genius who worked part-time at the morgue every night, collected corpses, and still managed to get a GPA of 5.0.

Richard was speechless; he also discovered that he was surprisingly popular.

Whenever Alex talks about himself, messages like "Let Silver Party Bro and Genius Bro have a match" always pop up in the chat.

Richard's lips twitched, and he immediately sent a message to Alex:

"Dude, don't include me in your videos next time. I don't want to be famous."

Alex replied quickly:

"OK, no problem. But I didn't say your name, is that alright?"

Richard could only remind him:

"Don't mention me anymore, and I think what you said might cause trouble. You should also be careful and make sure you don't get your box opened."

Having just emerged from an ancient cemetery and witnessed the greatest evil in the country, he had absolutely no faith in Alex's ideas.

Alex is quite optimistic:

"It's okay, I didn't mention any specific names. Don't worry, I won't bring up your matter again."

Alex seemed a little uneasy after Richard's reminder, and sent another message a while later:

"You're right. From now on, I won't post from here in X anymore, I'll only post from within China, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Richard was also unsure what the future held, so he could only hint at it.

"It's always better to be careful."

......

Richard drove his Chevrolet away from the school parking lot.

in the corner.

Rogers had a clever idea:

"Quick! That kid's out!"

Wood followed slowly behind in his beat-up pickup truck.

The Chevrolet merged into the traffic, and Wood followed at a leisurely pace, with three or four cars between them.

Rogers slapped Wood on the head:

"MF! Stay close! He's just a high school student, he can't possibly avoid being watched! Hurry up!"

Wood said in a muffled voice:

"oh."

The car accelerated, closely following the Chevrolet, until it reached the entrance to the YC apartment garage, where it could no longer proceed.

Rogers looked a little grim.

"Fxxk! This kid's rich, living in a place like this!"

If it's a substandard neighborhood, they can sneak into the room at night and catch Richard.

YC Apartments is clearly not a good fit.

The pickup truck slowed down slightly at the entrance, and the security personnel looked over warily, gripping their rifles.

"Hurry up." The two could only drive further away and stare at the YC apartment from the street corner.

……

Richard glanced at the rearview mirror.

Pika did not follow him into his YC apartment.

Those two clearly malicious gazes also disappeared.

As his mental state improved, Richard became more sensitive to the gazes of others.

The malice in the eyes inside the car was pure and simple, similar to the malice he had sensed from some gangsters at the Stinger bar—the kind of malice that could kill.

Richard parked his car, returned home, and looked down from the floor-to-ceiling window.

From this location, you can't see the garage entrance or exit, and you have no idea where those two guys went.

He sent Brian the pickup truck's license plate number:

"Check this license plate. It's a black pickup truck. Keep it confidential."

Brown quickly sent the message back:

"Fake license plate, it must be a stolen car. Do you need my help?"

"No need." Richard pondered.

He's just an ordinary student; he can't have offended anyone.

David hates himself the most, but with David's abilities, he can't pull off something as big as stalking and surveillance.

So, it's either Mike or a gangster.

Before Mike figured out Catherine's true situation, his hostility towards me was limited. At most, he hated me for stealing Debbie away, but he wouldn't kill me.

That can only mean they're from the mafia...

The answer is obvious: Stinger Bar, BG Gang.

Richard sneered.

They moved quite quickly.

Richard did not act rashly, but continued to live his life at his own pace, waiting to see what the other party was planning to do.

Anyway, they have that kind of super-strong sensory ability, so if the other party really wants to kill someone, they can easily sense it.

The following period was peaceful.

Richard went about his life as usual.

I work the night shift at Nancy Health Center every three days.

Whenever I have free time on weekends, I work at Katarina's clinic, taking advantage of the opportunity to try various methods to improve the progress of the "Secret of Flesh and Blood" quest.

During this time, I also attended a Mass at St. Carlisle Church and donated some hamburgers and Cokes to the homeless to increase Calvin's favorability.

Unfortunately, most of the time, believers' prayers do not seem to generate the power of faith.

……