The Necromancer in American Comics

Chapter 3 Inheritance
After getting into the car, as the car started, Colin was thinking about his own situation in this world home while talking with Yosel, who was like a chatterbox.

What the parents of this body did in the first place has long been forgotten in his memory, but since he was eight years old, they brought him to the metropolis of New York, and from the Clinton area of ​​Manhattan Island, oh, yes Yes, there is another name here, called Hell's Kitchen. I bought a second-floor facade house and made a living by selling some small-use groceries.

As for why the original owner's parents bought a property in this dangerous place, even if the house purchased can only be regarded as the outer area of ​​Hell's Kitchen, he still does not have an accurate answer in his memory.

But after so many years, although they were quite rejected by the people around them in the early years, but now, their family has completely integrated into this somewhat xenophobic area and become a part of the Clinton District.

And the guy in front who chattered endlessly and never stopped talking, it can be said that he and the original owner have been close friends since childhood.

The acquaintance between them can be summed up simply by drawing swords to help each other when seeing injustice, and after the original owner brought this new friend home in an unfamiliar area, the original owner’s parents also warmly welcomed and made a table Thanks for Yosel's help to the original owner.

It is conceivable that this kind of enthusiastic attitude has something for Yosel, who lives in a dirty area like Hell's Kitchen, whose father is a gangster and alcoholic, and whose mother is a prostitute, who has almost never felt any decent family affection. What a lethal force.

In short, since that day, the two of them can be said to have mixed together whether they were going out or going to school. Even after Yosel's father died in a gang fight and her mother abandoned him and ran away, they still relied on the original owner's support. It was the support of his parents that allowed him to survive the most difficult period. Instead of letting him embark on the same path as his father, he became a policeman instead.

"What are you thinking? Suddenly, he looks emotional."

Seeing the change in Colin's complexion through the rearview mirror, Joseph asked.

"I remembered something about our childhood. I still remember when I saw you for the first time, I thought you were going to bully me with those guys, but I didn't expect you to come over and beat those guys who bullied me away! You have no idea how surprised I was at the time!"

Colin's unbelievable tone made Joseph laugh, and after a while, he said in a slightly complicated tone: "To be honest, I didn't understand why I did that at the time, but if I did If there is another choice, it is estimated that instead of me driving a police car, I will be handcuffed behind and taken into the police station, or I may die directly in the gang fight."

"Hey, Yosel, that kind of possibility doesn't exist, you should think about it!" Colin slightly emphasized his tone.

"I know, I'm just talking casually!"

Yosel shook his head indifferently, looked at the place ahead, parked the car in front of Colin's house, turned around and said: "Okay! I have already sent you home, and I have to go to the bureau Come here and discuss with the boss about my leave note."

"Remember, you owe me a big meal!"

"Don't worry, I won't forget!"

Angrily, he hammered Yoser's shoulder hard. Seeing Yoser laughing and driving away from this street as if taking advantage of it, he exhaled and turned his gaze to the locked lock in front of him. door.

The smoothness of the conversation with Yosel surprised him.

He thought he'd feel awkward about it, or that he'd have to play the original Colin.

But when I really started talking with him, everything was so natural, there was no need for so-called impersonation or pretense.

If it weren't for the strong memory of his previous life, and the game icon that reminded him where he came from at that moment, perhaps he would not be able to accurately distinguish whether he is the Chinese Internet novel author named Ke Lin or the one in this world named Maybe Colin Black's Chinese American.

Shaking his head, Colin, who stopped thinking deeply about this question, took out the house key from his wallet, aligned it with the keyhole, and inserted it.

The door of the room is a rolling shutter door, which can be opened not only by twisting the key, but also by pushing it from the bottom up, and there will be a lot of noise.

The same is generally true of other shops that have been open for a long time nearby.

As for the reason, it is probably for prevention.

Just from the memory of the original owner when he was a child, he can also guess how chaotic it was back then.

After entering the shop, Colin pulled down the shutter door again, locked it from the inside, and walked upstairs.

The house is divided into three floors. The first floor is a simple rectangular straight tube, but it is divided by four shelves and several refrigerators, occupying more than 100 square meters.

The area of ​​the second floor is roughly the same as that of the first floor, except that there is an extra balcony. The rooms are divided into three bedrooms and one living room. The family of three lived here when the original owner's parents were still there.

As for the third floor, it is a basement, which is basically used to store some goods.

At this time, Ke Lin was standing in front of the large mirror in the bathroom on the second floor, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror.

"It's quite handsome!"

Looking at his new image in the mirror, Colin grinned, quite satisfied.

Tall and slender, with regular facial features and straight eyebrows, not to mention how shockingly handsome he is, but he is still at the level of a little fresh meat in his previous life.

And most importantly, he is not a mother!

No wonder I learned from memory that changing a girlfriend is as easy as changing clothes.

"I'm not envious, not at all, it will be my face from now on, what are you envious of!"

After muttering repeatedly, after suppressing the sudden rising resentment, Colin no longer continued to smear in the mirror, but was ready to get down to business.

His golden fingers are the real capital for him to gain a foothold in this world. He doesn't care about his face, his handsomeness, etc., really!

After drawing all the curtains on the second floor, making sure that no one can peep at me from the window, and no one can disturb me, I sit cross-legged on my bed, concentrate, and try to click the icon with my mind.

boom!
A loud noise roared in his head.

Before he could think about what happened, in the next instant, countless torrents of memories flooded his brain as if the seal had been unsealed.

He should be thankful that he has lost consciousness at this moment, otherwise this behavior of stuffing an ocean into a container that is only the size of a cup might drive him completely crazy.

Memories poured into my mind from nothingness. As the brain reached its limit, Colin, who was fainted on the bed, began to ooze blood from his seven orifices. The entire bed sheet was stained red with blood, which looked extremely oozing.

And as Colin's breath of life continued to weaken, the illusory game icon seemed to sense something was wrong.

It was beating slightly, and all the memories that Colin could not bear disappeared without a trace as when it came, and after emitting a pure white light to stabilize Colin's breath to a horizontal line, it regained its calm.

(End of this chapter)