Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 191 - 151: Come on, keep showing off, or you’ll get shot if you don’t (Extra 1 for the ’Post-80s Fisherman Alliance Leader’)_2

Chapter 191: Chapter 151: Come on, keep showing off, or you’ll get shot if you don’t (Extra 1 for the ’Post-80s Fisherman Alliance Leader’)_2

Obsession Gift was a three-point Gift Energy.

But its completion difficulty was very low.

After noting down the boy’s identity, Brian quietly left.

As long as no body theft occurred,

no one would specifically check the hospital’s surveillance, and after a while, the footage would be overwritten.

Even if someone did discover it, Brian didn’t care.

At this moment, he and the Autopsy Officer, Brian, differed in every way, from physique to appearance, from voice to walking style; only their eyes and hair were similar.

While heading to the next hospital, Brian glanced at the girl in the boy’s obsession.

This girl named Angel was likely the boy’s classmate, but she looked more mature, a sexy blonde bombshell, her obsession profile being a close-up of her standing on the basketball court, holding something and dancing.

She was probably a member of the cheerleading squad.

These types generally were the belle of the school, their boyfriends stars of the baseball or basketball teams. Angel probably didn’t even know about the boy with leukemia who adored her.

"A truly pure and simple crush..."

Brian thought about his own ridiculous high school days and couldn’t help but smile.

Half an hour later,

he once again infiltrated a smaller hospital’s morgue.

This time security wasn’t asleep but was reading some colorful magazine, completely unfazed by the surroundings.

Fortunately, Brian was fully equipped when he left home.

A bit of volatile anesthetic gas,

and the guy was out, face down in his magazine, unconscious.

It seemed Brian was particularly lucky today.

This time, Brian collected another obsession.

It belonged to a middle-aged man who died suddenly from staying up late: hearing that the spaceship model from Starcraft was released, such a pity he couldn’t see it himself...

The Gift Energy obtained afterward was also not much, only three points.

"A man stays forever young until death..."

Brian smiled knowingly.

The obsessions of the deceased in the hospital were mostly innocent.

This experience of seeing all walks of life helped him feel quite relaxed.

He ventured to a large shopping mall.

Brian snuck in and after smashing the glass of a model store, he dashed inside amid the sound of the alarm, leaving a stack of cash and taking the model the man wanted.

Before he left, he also casually gave a thumbs up to the surveillance camera.

When the night security of the mall arrived trembling with fear, all they saw was the mess on the floor and the stack of cash left on the counter.

Finding an empty space,

Brian lit the man’s desired model: "Buddy, I checked it out for you, it’s indeed very cool. Hope you have fun with it in heaven..."

Feeling a surge of warmth,

Brian also regained three points of Gift Energy.

Come daylight, finding that girl named Angel or somehow obtaining her phone number to convey the leukemia boy’s affection, could also yield three points of Gift Energy.

A six-point Gift Energy reserve was temporarily sufficient.

Thinking about this,

Brian abandoned the idea of going to another hospital and headed back the way he came.

The journey wasn’t exactly smooth.

The night in Los Angeles belonged to another world.

A lot of illegal transactions happened during this time.

Some harmless homeless groups during the day would wander around looking for weaker homeless to rob everything useful, and if they encountered drunk or high women, it was like a treat...

Brian did not interfere in these matters.

His figure was hidden in the shadows, blending in like a ghost, silently and swiftly sweeping through the streets.

When he was about two kilometers away from home,

Brian paused.

He stopped on the roadside, looking into the darkness ahead.

There, nestled a modest tent.

The owner of the tent, likely an experienced vagrant, had pitched it in such a position that it was virtually undetectable unless someone ventured inside.

However, that level of darkness could not hinder Brian’s Night Vision.

His vision was excellent, allowing him to see clearly inside the tent under the moonlight where two figures were stacked on top of each other.

The person on top continuously moved their head at the neck of the other.

To anyone who saw, the first reaction would be that the two were engaged in intimacy.

Regrettably, they were not.

Brian courteously called inside, "Buddy, eating people is not right."

The figure in the tent abruptly stopped.

The next moment.

Rip~

The sound of the zipper being pulled down was exceptionally grating in the surrounding silence.

As the tent zipper slid down,

a pale, sharp palm pressed against the grass.

Next appeared a woman’s head covered in blood.

Following her was a pair of legs spread wide and toes pointed like a ballet dancer’s, her pelvis pressing against the ground.

She looked like a normal human, decent-looking, with just a few pieces of cloth covering her body but moved like a spider, all limbs touching the ground.

She tilted her head curiously at Brian, her blood-stained face breaking into a sinister smile, "Would you like to join my banquet?"

With that,

whoosh~

The woman moved like a spider, skittering across the grass, disappearing into the darkness hidden by roadside vegetation.

Sounds of rapid movement continuously came from the dark depths ahead.

Alternating between near and far, or back and forth, it continuously gave a suffocating feeling as if numerous creatures were approaching.

Brian watched this mentally disturbed woman jumping around on the grass, pretending to be ghostly, as if thinking he couldn’t see her, and sighed, "Although your jumping is quite graceful and your legs are white and long, I’d rather go back to sleep soon. If you have no other tricks, I’ll just send you to the psychiatric hospital."

The woman paused in her movements, "It’s so dark here, you can see me?"

Brian nodded sincerely, "Yes, I can."

The next moment,

he saw the woman’s toes curl up.

It was apparent she was embarrassed.

After a brief silence,

the woman quietly returned to the outside of the tent, "You can go, I won’t kill you."

"Oh."

Brian nodded and turned to walk away.

The next moment,

a figure appeared suddenly, like a hunting jumping spider, leaping four to five meters high, with a ferocious face and blood-red eyes, crossing a distance of seven to eight meters to hover above Brian’s head.

She was fast, but Brian was faster.

Without looking, he swung his hand at his head.

With a thud,

the woman flew back like a rag, smashing into the tent, her entire face distorted.

"Quite a high jump."

Brian slowly walked over to the struggling woman, stepped on her to pin her to the ground, pulled out a pistol, and shoved it into her indented mouth, "Come on, keep performing, if you don’t, I’ll blow your brains out!"

If it weren’t for a special tattoo on the woman’s body, he would have killed her outright.