A treacherous dog

Under a crimson moon,
Brian discovered that just like some rare extreme psychopaths, he also acquired a miraculous ability: to fulfill the lingering attachment of the remains and receive gifts from the corpses.
While he felt joy, there was also a bit of confusion.
Being of good conduct and benevolent to others, why did he also receive the crimson moon's gift?
This was the greatest insult to his noble character!!!

Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

These were two men wearing sunglasses, exuding a chilling aura all over.


One of them was tall, a Caucasian, almost six feet three inches tall, wearing a flowing coat, tightly dressed, which looked hot.


The other one was just about over five feet seven inches, a Black man, dressed in a black suit, with a large nose, wearing a skull earring on his left ear, walking with a wobbly gait that gave a weird feeling.


They followed the street to where Brian had previously stopped and looked into the darkness of the bushes ahead.


The tall white man pulled down his sunglasses, revealing green glowing eyes inside, "The bait has been moved, the target must have been fooled, Bobby, it's over to you."


The Black man nodded, somewhat complaining, "We haven't even found the Laughing Clown yet, and they've given us a new target; are they treating us as labor?"


Hearing this, the white man beside him grinned lightly, "Bobby, wasn't your great-grandfather a laborer in the cotton fields?"


Chapter 154 Double Kill, Gaining Another Obsession (Adding 2 More for the 'Post-80s Fishing Alliance Leader')