From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

Those who frequently commit murder know that killing is easy, but disposing of the body is difficult.

But Ye Xiao, a medical student, remained incredibly calm at that moment.

The neighbors must have heard the commotion; it's hard to guarantee they won't call the police.

Time was running out; he had to resolve the matter quickly.

There are still body bags that were previously stored in the dormitory.

Ye Xiao stuffed Rafa and Miguel into the bag, and then threw in the kitchen knife and frying pan as well.

Then carefully wipe away the bloodstains and fingerprints in the room.

Finally, they used the pickup truck the professor had given them to transport the two bodies to the school.

The crematorium next to the medical school was enough to erase any evidence.

Coming to his senses, Ye Xiao didn't forget to check his gains.

[2 sanity points consumed, remaining sanity points: 49/100]

[Extracting Common White Seeds - Power]

Extracting common white seeds—cruel.

That's incredibly bad luck!

After spending so much effort killing two beasts, all I got were two white seeds?

It seems my level is still too low; I need to break through as soon as possible.

Moreover, his sanity level is seriously deteriorating.

I need to go out and vent.

Oh, right, we need some activity funds first.

Looking at the corpse on the autopsy table, Ye Xiao thought of something and dialed his senior's number.

"Hey Ye, how's it going? Did you find the body?"

Hearing his senior's anxious voice, Ye Xiao's expression was complicated. He lit a cigarette and said in a calm tone.

"Yes, we found them. There are two."

"What?! Two bodies?!"

"Oh my god, this is wonderful! The professor was right about you, Ye, you're my savior!"

Do these senior students have necrophilia?

Sometimes Ye Xiao himself felt that medical students were really terrifying.

"How is the body? Is it still fresh?"

No, this is too hellish.

I just killed it. You're asking me if it's fresh?

Ye Xiao looked back, his tone somewhat helpless.

"They just died in a street shootout. One body had a damaged lung, and the other had a fractured skull."

"Oh, that's a pity. I was hoping to sell the skull and lungs to someone else."

Holy crap?!

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiao was stunned.

In the United States, is it possible to buy corpses and have them pieced together?

What kind of Meituan is this?

Should I hold back a bit next time?

really.

Compared to these American-born geniuses, Ye Xiao felt that he was still a greenhorn when it came to hell.

After destroying all evidence and ensuring there were no problems,

Ye Xiao returned to his messy dormitory and lay exhausted on his bed.

There's only one last thing left.

Ye Xiao, with a cold expression, took out his phone and calmly dialed the police.

"Hello, this is Zhongbu Street, I've been robbed..."

Perhaps it was because this place was a slum, and it was already very late.

Ye Xiao's colleagues at the Seattle Police Department arrived about half an hour later.

"Oh my god, Ye, are you alright?"

The police officers who entered looked worriedly at the police station's big spender.

"We received a report that someone had broken in and was making strange noises here, but we never expected it to be your place!"

Ok?

Hearing this, Ye Xiao was somewhat confused.

So you only came because I called the police?

"I'm fine."

Ye Xiao gave a weary, bitter smile: "They just stole all my cash and threatened to kidnap me if I didn't pay them back."

"this……"

"Ye, I suggest you change dorm rooms."

Another officer checked briefly and found nothing amiss. He then walked over to Ye Xiao with some regret and offered words of comfort.

"It's too messy here, not suitable for you, and we generally don't manage things here, you know."

"Is that so?"

Ye Xiao raised an eyebrow, revealing a "sad" expression.

Wow, so the police here don't deal with everything?

"Okay, Ye, you should rest first. We'll go back and ask around to see if there are any suitable homestay families nearby willing to take you in."

"Okay, thank you very much."

After seeing his two colleagues off, Ye Xiao finally felt completely at ease.

It seems he overestimated the professionalism of the local police.

What about the place where I live?

Is it an unclaimed, illegal land?

Two days later, the senior student quickly transferred the payment as promised.

According to market rates, a complete corpse costs 20,000, plus a reward of 800.

Ye Xiao looked at the zero balance in his account and couldn't help but sigh.

It's still better to produce and sell our own products!

Without middlemen taking a cut, you can earn more!

However, even with the $40,000, it only provided temporary relief.

More importantly, Ye Xiao felt that he was sick, very sick.

I don't know if it's because my sanity level dropped below half.

For the rest of the week, he lay in bed almost every day, not wanting to move at all, looking half-dead.

No, we have to find a way to solve this.

Ye Xiao tried to think, his mind working slowly.

He felt that his current situation was very similar to the emptiness in his body after extreme fatigue in his previous life.

Usually at this time, Ye Xiao would find a suitable business partner to spend the night with, or go to a bar to hunt for women.

But now that he has paid off the overdue loan, Ye Xiao only has less than ten thousand US dollars left. How could he dare to go to a nightclub to have fun?

Holy crap, have I fallen into the kill zone?

Without money, there's no way to restore sanity.

Without restoring his sanity, Ye Xiao cannot become stronger, let alone earn money!

Just as Ye Xiao was at a loss, Seth called.

It turns out it was something we agreed on last week: a get-together at the Tree Stump Bar over the weekend.

With a "nothing to lose" mentality, Ye Xiao hitched a ride to the bar.

Perhaps alcohol can restore sanity?

However, upon entering the pub, besides a group of burly police officers, he also saw a petite, brown-haired girl who was even carrying a backpack.

Isn't she still a minor?

"This is my daughter, Eileen."

Seth patted Ye Xiao on the shoulder: "I'm divorced and raising her alone, so I had to bring her along too."

"No, didn't you ever consider that a bar is an environment suitable for children?"

Ye Xiao spread his hands in disbelief.

"Please take back what you said, sir."

Unexpectedly, Eileen suddenly raised her head, like a proud little lion: "I'm already in the third year of junior high school, I'll be an adult soon!"

"I'm sorry, Ye."

Seth looked troubled and whispered, "You know, I'm usually the only one taking care of her, so she can be a bit irritable..."

"It's fine."

Ye Xiao raised the corners of his mouth.

Children from single-parent families are indeed more sensitive and precocious. "Let's not talk about that anymore."

Seth picked up a glass of wine and handed it to Ye Xiao, putting his arm around his shoulder and excitedly addressing everyone.

"Let's welcome the young Shakespeare from the University of Washington, Ye!"

"Oh, thank you for your stereotypical racism."

Ye Xiao smiled and clinked glasses with Seth.

It's like only Black people can say "nigger" to other Black people.

These words did not cause any displeasure; instead, they earned Seth a big hug.

However, amidst the clinking of glasses, Ye Xiao still keenly noticed that Eileen, sitting next to him, was casting a slightly curious glance at him.