Man in Marvel: The Manifestation of the Gods

Roddy accesses Roddy the Clown's memories...

The black forensic doctor who was still smiling eerily suddenly felt a chill in his body, as if he was being stared at by some scary monster.

Rody in front of him had a smile that looked ferocious with the corner of his mouth curled up in an arc that was almost about to break.

He spoke cheerfully.

“Since black people don’t want to speak honestly, what should we do?”

Roddy stood up, playing with the knife in his hand quickly, staring at the black forensic doctor and asking himself questions and answering them.

"Then use the soaked whip to help black people understand their identity!"

"Isn't that right, this black gentleman?"

Swish!

The black forensic doctor who was standing there felt a pain in his cheek. When he subconsciously covered his mouth, he found that a large amount of blood was gushing out.

Rody's figure was like a ghost, standing in front of him without him noticing, and the knife he was playing with was stained with blood.

The strange aura of the black medical examiner disappeared at this moment, and he became like a normal person. He covered one side of his cut face and took a step back, bumping into the steel bed where the corpse lay.

"You're crazy, what do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, but I hate Riddlers, you know, they don't talk in an interesting way, and they can't make people happy...but I can make people smile."

Roddy was totally into the role.

There was madness in his eyes and he let out a sharp laugh.

I didn't see Rody move his hands.

The flying knife controlled by telekinesis once again slashed across the other cheek of the black forensic doctor.

He made a symmetrical cut.

"Does it look much better now?" Rody nodded with satisfaction. Like a top makeup artist, he carefully examined the black forensic doctor's face and considered where to repair next.

"Mad man...Mad man..."

The black medical examiner endured the pain, covered the wound on his mouth and spoke with difficulty, his voice now limping.

"Aren't you afraid of angering the god of death?"

But Roddy didn't say anything, but continued.

"Tell me what I want to know, Mr. Black, or I guarantee it will be your eyes that are in formalin next time."

"Now cooperate? Or die?"

Roddy narrowed his eyes, suppressed the memory of Clown Roddy, threw it away after use, and asked coldly.

When facing a riddler, you have to be crazier than him to make him answer the questions honestly.

Roddy was still a little disappointed.

He originally thought that this disciple of the god of death might have some special abilities, but now it seems that he is just an ordinary and mysterious person.

"That's enough.. I said, I will tell you everything I know... But you will be in despair after listening to it, because those who are targeted by the god of death will never have a good ending."

As soon as the black forensic doctor finished speaking, he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his left hand.

A bloody little finger fell from the air to the ground.

"You talk too much."

"Ah!!! Ah!!! You're crazy... Damn... Asshole!"

The black medical examiner let out a heart-wrenching scream, his body almost unable to stand due to the pain, and scattered some strange tools beside him to the ground.

Rody stood there grimly and spoke softly.

"Shh, keep talking, and say something useful next time."

...

Until Roddy got everything he wanted to know.

The black doctor had slumped in his chair.

The five fingers of his left hand were empty, and there were only two fingers left on his right hand. His face was covered in blood, and he was staring at Rody viciously.

The look in his eyes was as if he wanted to eat Roddy alive.

"You will regret this... You are challenging the God of Death... You will be punished!"

"That's for the future."

But Roddy didn't care, he got everything he wanted to know.

The guy in front of me turned out to be just a living dead.

Has lived for hundreds of years.

Hundreds of years ago, a black forensic doctor was just an unlucky guy on a slave plantation. Later, he awakened his ability to predict the future, killed everyone on the plantation and escaped.

But he was also on the death list.

After being hunted endlessly by the god of death, he luckily survived and found a way to sign a contract with the god of death.

Became a slave of the god of death, specializing in helping the god of death to clean up the bodies of those on the "death list".

He has seemingly unlimited life, but it also has many limitations, which gradually cause him to have a mental breakdown and become a riddle man.

He actually didn't want to give anyone any hints at all. He was just teasing them and intimidating them, making them think they had mastered the secret of the god of death, but actually stepping into a death trap step by step.

But the black man didn't expect that he would run into a tough guy like Roddy.

The others were so frightened by his threats that they ran away.

And Rody actually tortured him to interrogate him.

"You will be cursed by the god of death...Your death is destined to be extremely painful. In the future, you will regret your actions today and...Pfft!"

"...repent!"

Before the black medical examiner could finish his words, he noticed the S-type flying knife that pierced his heart.

"Before I leave, I want to test whether you can die or not."

Roddy spoke up to help the black forensic doctor answer his questions.

Looking at the black forensic doctor, although his heart was pierced, he could still breathe heavily and his body was shaking.

Does that mean you can’t die?

"It's useless... You have to die when the god of death wants you to die. Before the god of death wants you to die, it's useless to do anything."

The black medical examiner showed his bloody white teeth and sneered at Roddy sternly.

Tsk, with the centipede cuts on both sides of his cheeks, he looks a bit like a clown.

But Roddy was unaffected. If piercing the heart couldn't kill him, then he would try cutting his neck!

As Roddy waved his hand.

"Shh-!"

A dark head spun and rushed up into the sky.

Finally rolled to the ground.

"Still alive?"

Roddy was a little surprised when he saw the terrifying black forensic head with eyes wide open in surprise and mouth opening and closing constantly.

Crouch down and stare at the other person.

Interesting, why is that?

As he thought about it, Roddy looked around.

The black medical examiner's head on the ground finally became obedient when he saw Roddy's eyes fall on the countless "torture instruments" in the room.

Those various tools were what he used to test the corpses, including a small bone saw, various barbed needles...

But in the end, Roddy's eyes fell on the cremation room nearby.

Looking at the cremation room that looked like a coffin, Roddy raised his eyebrows.

If he were burned to ashes, this guy might not be able to survive, right?

The black man on the ground had a look of fear on his face and was shaking his head desperately.

Send out a silent prayer.

"No... No, don't..."

Roddy found a pair of gloves and put them on, then lifted the black man's head.

"To be honest, you have helped me. I generally don't like people who repay kindness with enmity."

Roddy looked at the black medical examiner's head with regret.

But soon, the hesitant expression on Rody's face turned cold.

"But who told you to lie to me? Do you want me to become an immortal monster like you?"

As Roddy spoke, he carried the black medical examiner's head and walked towards the crematorium.

The so-called "disciples of the god of death" were nothing more than slaves of the god of death, and this fellow had been tempting him from the beginning, telling him that he could survive by becoming a disciple of the god of death.

Taking advantage of people's fear of death.

Little do people know that becoming a so-called disciple may lead to a fate worse than death, just look at the horrible appearance of this black forensic doctor.

"I'm helping you, my friend. Look at the horrible state you are in now. Can you still be considered a human being?"

Finally, Roddy stood in front of the crematorium, opened the cabinet door, and spoke seriously to the black forensic doctor.

"If you really die, don't thank me."

The black forensic doctor is now completely panicked. This is a madman. He was wrong. He shouldn't have deceived the other party. Let him go...let him go.

But the ending was already determined when the black forensic doctor set a trap for Roddy.

Shoot and close the door in one go.