Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

On the way back, Kong Jiu walked while repeatedly stroking the warm jade pendant on his chest with his fingers, a comfortable smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.

As expected of a high-level psychic, Li Yingying not only easily solved the visa problem, but also conveniently changed her status to permanent residency.

In this way, he no longer has to worry about becoming an illegal immigrant one day, and he also obtains the right to legally own a gun.

To be honest, Kong Jiu didn't really care much for the green card. He still missed his homeland more.

What truly delighted him was that the jade pendant's effects were far more powerful than he had imagined.

Since returning to the Amerigo plane wearing it, the inexplicable anxiety and restlessness I felt before have disappeared. Instead, a light and pleasant feeling has been lingering in my heart.

He checked the system and found that his sanity panel had been changed to:

[Sanity value ≡ 100]

As someone who had received compulsory education, Kong Jiu naturally recognized that this was a constant equal to symbol.

In other words, his rationality was firmly locked at 100 points and would never fluctuate again.

"The effect of this jade pendant is truly amazing!"

Kong Jiu couldn't help but marvel, thinking that the eight thousand yuan was truly well spent.

With this joy, he walked back to the clinic along the street, crossing the entire Chinatown and reaching the edge of the downtown area.

Just then, some strange sights suddenly caught his eye.

Many life-size robot models lay scattered haphazardly along the street, densely packed and stretching to the horizon.

Kong Jiu slowed his pace, his brows furrowed slightly, and a sense of doubt arose in his mind.

Where did all these robot toys come from? They were all thrown on the roadside overnight.

Is this some kind of gimmick created by a performance artist?

He approached slowly, filled with curiosity, and the various robot models gradually became clearer.

Some are in the style of Japanese Gundam, with a striking V-shaped antenna on the top, sharp edges on the body, full of heavy mechanical feel, and look very domineering.

Some are in the style of Lego bricks, made up of many small, broken blocks, now scattered all over the ground, the colorful pieces covered with a thin layer of white snow.

It snowed heavily last night, turning the entire city of Hills into a silvery white wonderland, making it impossible to tell when these toys were left there.

Although Kong Jiu had some doubts, he didn't think much about these things that looked like street art and continued walking towards the clinic.

There are countless people in the Lower East Side who are starving and freezing, yet there are people doing street art in Chinatown. It's incomprehensible.

He had already instructed the two men: the mutton soup stall must not be shut down, and three pots of soup must be cooked every day, with two of them delivered to the Prophet's Church on time.

Even if I'm too busy to cook the soup myself, I can't skip this task for even a day.

For Ali and Omar, having mutton soup every day was a pretty good job.

Today, Kong Jiu doesn't plan to go to the lower city. Instead, he plans to go to the clinic to deal with the backlog of corpses, do the sewage disposal and preservation work, and then send them to the school.

Firstly, because he was caught up in the subspace yesterday and got into all that trouble with the Purple Light Cult, he wanted to hide in the central city for a day or two to avoid the storm.

Secondly, since the junior student in charge of handling the corpses suffered a mental breakdown due to high-intensity work, the clinic's morgue has accumulated thirty or forty corpses, all waiting for embalming.

Thirty or forty bodies—that's a huge undertaking.

"I have to work overtime today."

Kong Jiu couldn't help but recall the icy rainy Halloween night two months ago.

At that time, the temperature plummeted, and countless unemployed programmers and homeless people froze to death.

Over two days, he worked day and night to dispose of nearly thirty corpses, and the system notification indicated that his sanity value plummeted to the teens.

Afterwards, he curled up in the corner of his bedroom and, like a madman, repeatedly recited the poems of his hometown several times before he could barely calm himself down and prevent his reason from completely collapsing.

However, since then, his tolerance threshold for such scenarios has also increased considerably.

These thirty or forty corpses are no longer a daunting or arduous task for him.

He really didn't want to apply the phrase "practice makes perfect" to this job.

Besides, with this jade pendant, my sanity level is stable, so maybe I can do things quite easily today.

Kong Jiu walked to the clinic in a lighthearted mood and pushed open the door to the morgue.

However, what he saw before him made him freeze in place.

Through the thin, transparent hatch, one could see that the grayish-white corpses that had been delivered and refrigerated just yesterday had all turned into colorful... robot models?

It's exactly the same as the model I saw on the street on my way here.

What's going on?

Where is the body?

It's been replaced with a Gundam model?

Who would do such a prank?

Kong Jiu panicked and hurriedly opened a cabinet door, took out a Gundam model, and wanted to put it on the dissection table to see what it was all about.

Surprisingly, this model, which appeared to be made of plastic parts, was unusually heavy, as if it were filled with water.

Kong Jiu had to exert force as he usually did when carrying a corpse, hoisting it onto his shoulder in order to move it.

Moreover, not only does it weigh like a waterlogged corpse, but it also feels cold and stiff to the touch, almost indistinguishable from a frozen corpse.

wait?

When I picked it up just now, did it... bend a little?

How can a plastic model be soft?

It weighs like a corpse, it feels like a corpse...

Kong Jiu felt a bad premonition.

Could this thing be...?

A terrifying thought flashed through my mind.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the jade pendant around his neck. His fingertips trembled slightly as he gently pulled open the magnetic clasp.

The jade pendant fell from its suspended position into the palm of the hand.

Kong Jiu swallowed hard and gently placed the jade pendant on the table beside him.

The moment he let go and blinked, that familiar and terrifying fear struck him hard again.

At the same time, the "Gundam robot" in front of them instantly shed its disguise and revealed its true appearance.

It was a peaceful-looking corpse. Judging from the purple discoloration of its veins, the deceased had been dead for at least a day or two.

Catalyzed by fear, even the corpses he was used to seeing made Kong Jiu's legs go weak and cold sweat break out on his back.

He hurriedly grabbed the jade pendant from the table and put it back around his neck.

In an instant, my mind returned to peace, just like a long-term cold or nasal congestion suddenly being cured, leaving me feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

The cold corpse in front of me was instantly obscured again, transforming back into a mechanical and rather aesthetically pleasing Gundam model.

Kong Jiu: ...

He remained silent for a moment, then his lips twitched slightly.

Is this rational and constant effect really that powerful?

Is Li Yingying such a ruthless seller?

This "preventing the decrease in sanity" effect is a bit too exaggerated...