Marvel's Necromancer

Ivan avoided the blood on the ground, turned over the homeless man's body with his feet, and discovered something unusual.

There are almost no muscles visible on the homeless man's numb arms. The rough skin is like a piece of skin stretched tightly on the bones. An unusually thick blood vessel bulges in the skin, which is unusually obvious on the skinny arms.

Ivan used a dagger to cut open the homeless man's shirt and saw strange bulges of blood vessels extending all the way to the heart. The skin where the blood vessels passed through was rough and the muscles atrophied, while the skin in other places was no different from the skin of normal people.

"What caused this?" Ivan pursed his lips, took out the dagger, and used the snake-shaped blade to cut across the special blood vessel on the corpse. The cut blood vessel was empty, and there was nothing like Ivan imagined. There would be blood or other weird things coming out.

"Empty? How is that possible?" Ivan's face under the hood was full of surprise. How could the blood vessels be empty? He cut open several blood vessels one after another. The thick blood vessels like rubber tubes were empty inside and looked very dry inside, as if nothing was flowing through them.

He stood up, looked down at the corpse at his feet, and asked himself: "Is there such a paragraph in the Marvel plot?"

"Help me, call an ambulance, please..."

The pleading voice of the gangster in the corner pulled Ivan out of his thoughts.

Maybe he knows why? Ivan turned his head and stared indifferently at the gangster struggling in his own blood. He begged, and Ivan moved his feet and stood in front of the gangster and looked down at him.

"Do you know why he became like this?" The darkness under the hood of the black robe and the cold voice made the gangster feel scared, but he had no choice but to ask for help from the weird guy in front of him.

"My shoulder hurts. Come on, please help me." The gangster leaned against the wall, trying to block the blood hole on his shoulder with his hands. There was a piece of flesh missing, and blood poured out unstoppably. He couldn't help but feel pain. Stop and gasp.

"Answer my question." Ivan showed the bone dagger. The snake-shaped blade, as white as ivory, was reflected in the gangster's eyes. A looming black mist floated around him, and it was even darker under his hood. Not even a trace of it belonged to him. There were no human outlines, all of which frightened the gangster.

"No! No no! I'll tell you everything, I'll tell you everything." The gangster struggled and shouted. The wound on his shoulder tore due to the movement, and the blood flowed more.

"Do you know that one over there?" Ivan pointed at the body on the ground with his dagger and said.

"Yes, yes, his name is Richie, and he is a homeless man who lives nearby." The gangster gasped. "He often buys things from me. Oh my God, I thought he was not normal before. He must have smoked too much to become like this."

"Oh, God, I'm bleeding a lot, please call an ambulance for me..." The gangster looked at the blood on his hands and begged.

"Shut up." Ivan was made impatient by the unexpected things he encountered. He used a dagger to make a shallow bloody cut on the gangster's face, and a few drops of blood seeped out immediately.

It was just a scratch on the skin, but the gangster felt severe pain on his face. He ignored the injury on his shoulder and covered his face and wailed.

"Now I ask and you answer." Ivan said in a gentle voice, secretly smacking his lips at the power of the bone dagger.

Fortunately, most of the magic on the dagger doesn't work on me. Ivan thought happily.

"Did he become like this after smoking new stuff or was something wrong before?"

"New goods! New goods!" The gangster replied quickly in fear. "Ever since he took the shadow powder, Richie has become so obedient. I didn't expect that he would become like this. I'll tell you everything. Please don't prick me with that thing."

"Shadow fans?" Ivan thought the problem lay with this so-called 'new product'. "Where did you get the goods?"

Ivan's predecessor had been in New York for many years, and was even involved in the trafficking of anesthetics. New York has been flooded with anesthetics for many years, forming an industrial line. Most of them are sold or produced by big gangs or international trafficking gangs. They have large quantities and large quantities of goods. They also face other large gangs and trafficking gangs, and then divide them into the hands of small gangs and secondary dealers.

These small gangs and second-level distributors control the supply and sale of anesthetics in urban areas, and they will not sell them directly to people who smoke powder, but will redistribute them to the community level and to third-level distributors. These merchants retail or distribute to people like this In the hands of low-level dealers like gangsters, these low-level dealers are almost active in the streets and can be seen everywhere. Ivan's predecessor was once one of them, and he knew the twists and turns.

"Who did you get your goods from?" The gangster kept his mouth shut and didn't want to answer. Ivan threatened to pass the dagger to him. The gangster immediately closed his eyes in fear and poured out the bamboo tube like beans. :

"It's William! He sold it to me!" The gangster closed his eyes nervously. "He's at the Old Plane Bar! There he is!"

"I've told you everything I know, let me go!"

"No." Ivan rejected the gangster's request. He put his hand on the gangster's shoulder and said softly: "I still need you to lead the way."

During the words, Ivan touched the original magic power, and saw the gangster stiffened, his head tilted to one side, and he made no sound.

Ivan killed the gangster. What happened tonight made him not want to cause trouble, so he killed him.

"Necromancers always have some ways." Ivan muttered. He pointed the bone dagger on the shoulder wound of the gangster's corpse. A stream of blood defied gravity and climbed up and down the blade of the bone dagger like a small snake. flow.

As the blood flowed on the dagger, Ivan nodded with satisfaction. He took out a glass vial engraved with strange symbols from the inside of his robe, put a few gangster hairs into it, stretched the dagger blade to the mouth of the bottle, and put it on his mouth. He whispered a difficult-to-speak incantation.

Following Ivan's spell, the blood flowing on the blade flew into the bottle obediently. When all the blood flowed into the bottle, Ivan plugged the mouth of the bottle and nodded with satisfaction.

"Now, dead soul, take me to the old airplane bar." Ivan shook the vial, and the ghost of the gangster appeared in front of Ivan. The dead soul was gray and translucent, with dull eyes and a slumped shoulder. Go down, there's a big hole in it.

The dead soul understood Ivan's request. It stretched out its intact arm and pointed in the direction. Its feet floated on the ground, as if floating, leading the way.

Ivan followed closely behind the dead soul and left the alley.

However, this alley is destined not to be peaceful tonight.

A man wearing red tight-fitting armor fell lightly from the roof into the alley. There were two small horns on the top of his hood, like a demon. The most surprising thing was that his eyes were completely There are no openings, which makes people wonder how he observes his surroundings?

After the mysterious man landed, he tapped the ground a few times with the stick in his hand, walked straight to the gangster who was leaning against the wall, and stretched out his hand to check the gangster's pulse.

"Dead." He retracted his hand and stood up.

"Two are dead." He turned the mask without holes for eyes to the headless body on the ground, and finally 'looked' in the direction Ivan left.