Marvelous Marvel Journey

Chapter Two Years Later

In the Columbia University Library, Levi was holding a book in his pocket with one hand and a copy of "Modern Programming" in the other hand. He just stared at the cover of the book, which made others feel weird. In fact, Levi is using reading magic to read books faster. He is a frequent visitor here. He has read almost all the electrical engineering and programming books in this library. Now he just scans the books again. The homogeneous content makes the efficiency very low, but there is no way. He couldn't think of a better way to do it.

In fact, he is quite popular here. He is meters tall and has a strong build. Although he is of Asian descent, his angular face does not cause any trouble to Americans with some prosopagnosia. He is originally a The very attractive handsome guy scrutinizes the cover of each book like a psycho, which makes girls who want to talk to him a bit intimidated. Even if the girls who hesitate for a few times bravely take this step, Levi rarely pays attention to them. It's not that Levi's vision is too high, but that these girls who are still in the ivory tower are too young, and he is not in the mood to fall in love or anything like that.

As usual, when he left the library, he got a hug from the beautiful Anna. The fat Anna felt very comfortable in his arms. This -pound girl he had met in the library in the past two years.

Anna is the librarian here, a very interesting fat girl.

Levi bid farewell to Anna with a smile. To walk toward Manhattan Avenue, he had to cross two blocks and Morningside Park. He has been walking this road for more than a year. He has a store there, where he makes various model figures for people from 2 to 6 pm every day. At the beginning, he had maxed out his skills in making these doll models. After using the magic methods in his mind, he became even more comfortable in making such things. He could make a cute one for a child in about ten minutes. Figure. He charges 20 yuan for each model. This is purely his personal hobby. Spending a little time every day on his hobby does not seem to be an unacceptable thing.

This kind of life is full of sunshine and joy, but this city of New York is not only these.

The sunset came very early on the East Coast. After Levi packed up his model shop, New York was basically struggling in dusk. In less than an hour, the city would be plunged into darkness.

He raised his watch and took a look at the time. It seemed that it was different from what he expected. It seemed that he would not be able to keep the appointment on time. After adjusting his clothes and walking into the darkness, his ordinary casual clothes gradually turned into a black windbreaker.

In a six-story building on 83rd Street, Levi was sitting in a large box with an ambiguous color. Two girls in cool clothes beside him were diligently refilling his drinks. They tried to act as natural as possible, but their stiff smiles still exposed their psychology.

Levi held the wine glass in one hand and put the other on his knee, tapping it gently. Opposite them, a white man in his forties stood there with a cold sweat on his face. Like a prisoner awaiting sentence.

"York, you shouldn't be involved in this deal. I think you should know what I hate most."

The man trembled when he heard Levi's voice and stammered, "Mr. Dimon, I...I have found 13 girls, and two of the other two girls have been sold to the Middle East. I really don't have the ability to get them back so quickly." The man licked his chapped lips, secretly glanced at Levi and continued, "There are just two, they... they..."

York stammered and said "them" five times, but nothing came out. Levi raised his eyes and looked at him, which made York even more nervous. York felt like he was about to cry, "They... are dead." After saying this, he felt that his whole body was weak, as if he was being drained. His bones were broken. If the man opposite him wasn't so terrifying, he really wanted to lie here. Even if he died, he would be more comfortable than now. But in front of the man opposite, death was just a luxury.

"Dead...?" Levi's hand movements paused, and this was beyond his expectation. Who would buy a beautiful girl and kill her? How perverted this must be.

York looked at Levi's changing expression and quickly finished the next words for his own sake, "It's Randil. Randil's people discovered them. My men couldn't stop them. They were captured by Randil." It was taken away, and the body was just returned.”

"Bring the body here." Levi said with a frown, and at the same time sent away the two frightened girls.

"York, am I scary? All the girls here seem to be afraid of me."

"How could that be? Sir, you are the kindest person." Li Wei couldn't stand the old man's flattery.

The bodies were delivered. The two girls who were supposed to be very beautiful before were both sixteen or seventeen years old. But now they look like two shriveled eggplants, with no blood at all, and the skin all over their bodies is wrinkled. And my weight is probably only more than half of what it was when I was alive. After carefully looking at the wound on the side of the girl's neck, it was the bite marks of four fangs. Judging from the depth of the wound, it should have pierced the carotid artery.

"You know what's going on?"

"I don't know, sir. It's the first time this has happened to me."

Levi exhaled and covered the two girls. He said somewhat gloomily, "Go find those two who were sold to the Middle East. Remember not to get involved in this kind of thing next time."

With a slight finger pointing at York, York fell to the ground softly at the same time, his whole body immersed in an indescribable pain. This pain made him unable to even scream, like a dying fish, lying on the floor. Twitching. 'Pain' is a spell that seems to be specially used to torture people. A little use can make ordinary people fall into great pain from body to soul. Levi is now extremely familiar with this spell. It is a special spell for punishment.

Levi just watched, watching York struggling there. After about half a minute, York was freed from the state that was more painful than death. His sweat had left a large water stain on the floor. He struggled to stand up and stood there tremblingly. He said dryly, "I will definitely find them back, definitely."

"Now tell me who Randhir is."

……

After sending York away, Levi did not leave, but drank alone until midnight.

In the underground bar of a building on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, countless men and women were twisting their bodies here, and the violent music was filled with the smell of hormones. Levi slowly walked down the fire escape, stepped over the men and women entangled on the stairs, pushed aside the girl in front of him, and pushed open the door that was painted like an abstract painting. The only information in York is that Randall regularly visits the club.