From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

Chapter 127 The Pervert Living in the Hamburger Shop

Inside the Catholic church, Father Joseph stood in the prayer room.

"It's all the Lord's arrangement."

"As long as you are devout, God will bless you and your family."

In front of the statue, several middle-aged people with haggard faces were praying devoutly with their hands clenched in fists.

For them, faith is their last resort.

They had no other choice but to pray for divine protection.

"It's okay, everything will pass."

Father Joseph kindly comforted everyone.

Seeing this touching scene, Sister Livia, who was standing to the side, had a strange feeling.

She was indeed incredibly devout to the Lord.

After having close contact with Ye Xiao, this rebellious guy, a few times, perhaps she was corrupted, and some strange thoughts began to surface in Livia's mind.

What does it mean that only useful gods are worthy of trust?

Even gods have to compete for their positions.

Ye Xiao, that bastard, deconstructed this sacred ritual.

He said that although the ceremony may not have any substantial effect, it can provide a little warmth during their most difficult time, which is enough to bring them new hope.

Religion can sometimes act as a stabilizer for society.

But from another perspective, they are also accomplices in maintaining the continuous operation of this massive exploitation machine.

These utilitarian and rebellious words made Livia think.

Did everything Father Joseph did really work?

At least Livia herself had never witnessed any so-called miracles.

"Thank you, Father."

A haggard middle-aged woman sat wearily on a bench, helplessly raising her head.

"Have some water."

Livia handed her a bottle of water.

"Thank you, you are so kind."

The woman gripped the water bottle tightly, her voice trembling as she said, "I really don't know what to do. I've gone to so many churches, but only you are willing to help me."

"It's alright, madam, it's what we should do."

Livia gently comforted her, "Would you like to talk about it if you could?"

"Really? Is that okay?"

The woman opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then recounted her experiences one by one.

According to her, she comes from New York, on the other side of the United States, and makes a living by doing odd jobs, raising one child with her husband, who works as a security guard.

But later, her child became seriously ill, and in order to earn money, she went to the hospital to try out drugs, which resulted in her health deteriorating.

With nowhere else to turn, the two of them searched everywhere for medical centers willing to take them in, from New York to Baltimore to Seattle, almost across the entire United States.

"Baltimore?"

Upon hearing this crucial information, Livia couldn't help but ask, "Madam, you didn't go to Johns Hopkins Medical Center, did you?"

How did you know?

The woman became quite agitated when the matter was brought up: "Those damned bastards said they would cure my child, but when we went to check on him a couple of days later, we found that his condition was even worse!"

"Before their treatment, Chris could still speak and walk."

"But after that, Chris was like a soul had been stolen from him; he couldn't speak or move!"

"Is this the case for you too?"

One of the others gathered in the church exclaimed in surprise.

"When I was in Portland, I also participated in a drug trial at Johns Hopkins Medical Center, and now I feel like my body has been drained of its strength; I can't even do many basic tasks!"

Livia was surprised to find out so much about Professor Charlie just in the church, which fueled her hatred for him even more.

This kind of person who persecutes others for their own selfish desires deserves to go to hell.

"You guys are actually pretty good."

Just as everyone was discussing, a middle-aged woman with a weathered face pursed her lips.

"I'm from Salt Lake City, Utah. Ten years ago, we had a very serious epidemic there that killed countless people."

"The medical center you mentioned also went to provide disaster relief at the time, but I saw with my own eyes that those guys didn't save people. Instead, they performed live dissections on the patients and then carelessly dumped them in the wild for wild dogs to eat."

Damn it, is this still America?

Livia from Italy was stunned; she never imagined that such a thing could happen in such a powerful country as America.

"Don't the local police care about these things?"

Livia couldn't help but ask.

"They fled long ago, who would dare stay in the epidemic area?"

After hearing the information provided by these believers, Livia roughly filled in the gaps in her memory regarding Professor Charlie's deeds.

Ten years ago, during the COVID-19 pandemic in Utah, he discovered a strange virus there and began researching it.

In this process, under the guise of drug trials, they lured desperate illegal immigrants and homeless people to participate in experiments.

That bastard!

Don't worry, everything will be alright.

Livia took the hand of the woman from before and offered a forced smile in comfort.

"Thank you, kind nun."

The woman smiled slightly and did feel much more comfortable.

Aside from religious influences, being able to talk to people is itself a way to relieve stress.

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly received a phone call, and her expression changed instantly.

"What did you say? Chris's awake?"

"What? It was Superman who saved Chris?"

"Thank you, Superman!"

Livia was stunned when she heard this.

No, sisters.

I spent so much time and so much breath.

So now your first words are thanking Superman?

I really want to interpret your dream!

"What happened?"

Livia couldn't resist her curiosity and stepped forward to ask.

"Great news, Sister! My baby Chris is awake! It was all thanks to Mr. Superman!"

"Superman?"

"Yes, that's right, it's our Seattle Superman! My husband saw it with his own eyes."

The woman exclaimed excitedly, "I just heard my child's voice!"

"Is this for real?!"

The believers present were immediately excited.

Where is that gentleman? How did you meet him?

"No way, I have to go out and try my luck too!"

In an instant, the church was nearly half empty.

Looking at the scene before her, Livia couldn't help but recall what Ye Xiao had said before.

Gods should be subject to a competitive selection process.

The gods who truly have the power to protect the people are the ones who deserve the people's faith.

Livia couldn't help but feel a little wronged.

Although she did not witness any miracles, she did a lot to protect the believers.

So much was sacrificed, but nothing was gained in return.

"It's alright, child."

Father Joseph noticed Livia's confusion and stepped forward to comfort her in a deep voice, saying, "It's all the Lord's arrangement."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, we just need to keep moving forward."

"Keep moving forward until the darkness that covers this continent is dispelled."

Joseph turned to look at the doorway: "We have no time to hesitate. These villains must be sent to hell as soon as possible, tonight."

A late winter night in Seattle.

Although the temperature wasn't too cold, the light, cold rain at night made the air outside both damp and biting.

Many homeless people who plan to spend the winter in Seattle are unaware of the dangers of freezing rain. Often, after soaking themselves to the bone, they die in their cool, dreamlike state.

The heavy footsteps broke the silence of the street, and the orange streetlights cast a long, thin shadow.

Wearing a coat and gloves, and carrying his favorite set of Japanese swords, Collins dodged the cameras and arrived at the Central Asian community that Professor Charlie had mentioned.

"A burger fast food restaurant?"

Looking at the unremarkable storefront, Collins couldn't help but chuckle.

He never imagined that he would one day turn against his own colleagues.

I wonder how that guy's burgers are. I should have tried them first.

If it doesn't taste good, there's an excuse to kill it directly.

As the clock slowly struck midnight, Collins skillfully pried open the lock and tiptoed to the second floor of the restaurant.

Like many small shops, the second floor here is also used as a residence.

Collins quickly pushed open the door and entered, but paused for a moment when he arrived in the living room.

In the darkness, he was somewhat surprised to find a petite figure standing on the windowsill not far away.

The faint moonlight shone through the window, and Collins, hiding in the darkness, could see a girl with long, silky black hair and fair, delicate, and smooth skin, who looked exceptionally alluring.

That's strange. Why didn't the professor mention there was another person?

This is troublesome; we need to kill one more person.

However, Collins did not give up, since killing one more person would also mean killing someone else.

He hadn't done this kind of thing in a long time, so naturally he wanted to bring back more spare ingredients to avoid having to spend a lot of money buying them outside all the time.

After all, food that you hunt yourself is always more reassuring to eat.

Don't blame me, little girl.

Blame it on you for showing up here.

Collins grinned maliciously, quietly drew a short knife from his waist, held his breath, and suddenly charged at the girl.

However, just as he was about to plunge the dagger into the girl's petite body, a sudden change occurred!

Collins was surprised to find that the girl suddenly turned around and pinned him down with just one hand, making it impossible for him to take another step forward.

Damn it, is she a monster?

Looking into the girl's calm gray eyes and feeling the excruciating pain in his wrist as if it were being crushed, Collins felt cold sweat pour down his back and his lips twitched slightly.

Something's not right, something's really not right!

Collins initially thought the girl's appearance was just a coincidence.

Now it seems more like she was deliberately waiting for him here!

No, we have to escape first!

Collins gritted his teeth and decisively turned and ran.

"Sir, you're right. There will indeed be cockroaches here tonight."

Beryl's face was cold and expressionless, but she gave the impression of a majestic iceberg containing a blizzard.

"I finally cleaned up the mess, and now you've made it dirty again, and you think you can just leave?"

"Well----"

Collins was stunned for a moment, not reacting immediately.

So that's what she was angry about.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault. Can I clean it up for you?"

Collins immediately put on a smiling face and said respectfully.

"No need, it'll be all over once you're dead."

Fuck you!

Collins steeled himself and drew another machete from his waist, aiming straight for Beryl's slender neck.

That bitch, she's got a nerve, she's got a big mouth.

Go to hell!

But just then, Beryl suddenly raised her foot and kicked hard.

Collins felt a terrifying blow to his lower abdomen, as if his internal organs had shifted, and he couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood mixed with stomach acid.

WTF? !

Is she human?

That bastard Charlie, who did he make me kill?!

Collins was dumbfounded. He never expected that the seemingly delicate little girl would possess such terrifying power, just like a monster.

Could it be that Charlie was actually using her as a pawn to test him?

If he comes back alive, it means that Ye Xiao is not abnormal.

If he fails to return, it means Ye Xiao is in grave danger.

Damn it!

Thinking of this, Collins quickly waved his hand and said, "Wait! Can we reconcile?!"

"Don't you think it's too late to say all this now?"

Beryl sneered and subconsciously uttered the phrase Ye Xiao often used.

"You...you can't kill me!"

Collins quickly explained, "Actually, someone asked me to come here tonight; I've been used as a pawn!"

"If you kill me, your identity will be exposed!"

"Let me go! If you let me go, I promise I won't lay a hand on you again!"

"I see.

Beryl murmured softly, looking thoughtful.

Steady!

Collins was delighted to see this.

However, before he could react, he saw Beryl suddenly reach out and grab his neck, her fingers tightening so hard that she almost snapped his throat.

"Why, why did you have to kill me?!"

Collins' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he struggled to ask, his last breath barely audible.

"It's nothing, it's just that the master needs a lot of corpses."

Beryl said matter-of-factly.

Do we need a lot of corpses?

Collins felt a chill run down his spine.

Damn it, he already thought he was weird enough.

I never imagined there would be someone even more perverted than him.

Collins killed people simply to eat them.

And the pervert living here killed people not for food?

What do you need the corpse for?

With Collins dead, the room returned to silence.

Beryl carefully cleaned up the body and hid it in the basement in the backyard. She then cleaned both floors again to erase all traces left by Collins.

After doing all this, she sent a text message to Ye Xiao.

"The house is all cleaned up."

Meanwhile, Ye Xiao, who was at school, saw the text message and couldn't help but relax a bit.

I never expected that old man Professor Charlie would actually dare to send someone to test him. Now he has another excuse to kill someone.

"Ye Xiao, you bastard, did you even finish helping me organize the materials? What are you smirking about?"

Just then, Erich, the old man who had been working late with him in the office, blew his beard and glared at him with dissatisfaction.

"Do you know that these are very important materials? I'm going to use them to deal with that old bastard Charlie these next few days!"

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Ye Xiao stretched and smiled, saying, "Professor, do you think it's possible that Professor Charlie won't be a problem in a couple of days?"

"Isn't it troublesome?"

Professor Ehrlich thought for a moment, then suddenly widened his eyes and said, "Do you mean to—"

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