Deep in the Living

Chapter 145: Changes in the Dean

A black bus drove into Pluto City and arrived at the Fifth Hospital.

Fully automated driving,
No windows,

Multi-layer protection structure.

The trucks were carrying the early stage fake people who had been caught through psychological screening across the country.

These early pseudo-humans were not yet able to construct concrete images of fear. They were injected with long-acting anesthetics before getting on the bus and were also wearing restraints, so the danger was almost zero.

He will now be escorted by the security team of the Fifth Hospital to the intensive care unit and will receive relevant drug treatment in the next six months.

A doctor is responsible for meeting and examining the people who get off the vehicle.

He needs to check the basic conditions of these pseudo-humans. After all, there have been cases of self-harm and even suicide during transportation. If this happens, emergency treatment will be required.

Watching the fake people getting off the black cart one by one, the doctor was also counting silently, "The number is increasing... Compared to three months ago, it has increased by about 13%. If this continues, the Fifth Hospital will be saturated sooner or later, and we will need to add other hospitals."

Just when doctors were annoyed by the quantity issue,

A fake person with foam at the mouth and opisthotonos was carried down.

He appears to be a malnourished underage boy, and is in very bad condition. The device strapped to him may hasten his death.

"Keep the electric shock collar, remove the hand and leg shackles and unfasten the straitjacket, and prepare to transport to the emergency room."

Just as the doctor gave the order and the security guard was about to take action,

Snapped!
A hand clamped on the security guard's exoskeleton armor, preventing the action of removing the restraints.

During the time when the fake person was in the hospital, the Fifth Hospital was completely sealed off and an electric fence was installed around it to prevent outsiders from approaching.

Although this person who suddenly arrived was not a staff member of the hospital, everyone was very familiar with his appearance.

"Roddy?"

Rody moved his right hand and gently poked his fingers into the center of the pseudo-man's back.

Maybe it hit a nerve.

Maybe he felt threatened.
Maybe Rody said something.
The young man with opisthotonos immediately straightened his body, everything returned to normal, and he even sucked back the foam at the corners of his mouth.

"Physiological disguise. We can observe this guy carefully. Maybe he is a good fake person. I'll leave first. Is the dean in the office today?"

"Yes, the director has been working recently and even stayed in the hospital on his days off."

"it is good."

Because of accepting the "Pain System", Roddy's relationship with the torture chamber has deepened.

When he stepped into the familiar hospital gate,

The picture in front of me actually had a slight visual flicker.
The originally normal hospital was actually painted with a layer of dark black paint, and some Gothic-style vertical columns and spike structures were added to the surface and top of the building.

One could even faintly hear the screams coming from the torture.

In the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.

Take the elevator to the floor where the dean's office is located.

Perhaps because the front desk had notified them in advance, the office door was already open.

The dean was practicing Tai Chi inside, and he looked much younger than before. In addition, he seemed to be lonely, so he kept a small dog in the office.

What is most concerning is a special detail.

The old dean, who used to be conservative, actually pierced his ears and wore curved hook-shaped metal earrings.

Before Luo Di could say hello, the dean came up to him.

"[0510] The ward has been reserved for you. You don't need to go through the formalities. Just go there directly. How long do you plan to stay this time?"

"I don't know, no more than three days at most."

Although the dean didn't say anything, there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"Go ahead, the hospital will cooperate with you."

This time, Rody did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he suddenly leaned forward and called out a name softly.

"Mr. Hawke?"

The dean paused for a moment and said, "Roddy, why are you not in the right mental state again? My name is Hawkins, Orft Hawkins."

Rody did not leave but continued to ask questions:

"Dean, your condition seems to be different from before?"

The dean did not hide it and took the initiative to talk to Luo Di about this change.

"Yes, ever since I came into contact with you, I have vaguely sensed a change.

At first I just felt like I was going psychotic, but as I got used to it, I felt younger and clearer.

Even when you are away, as long as I stay here to work I will feel full of energy and have a feeling of returning to youth.

Ever since I was stabbed by a metal spike that grew out of your body, I have gradually developed a love for metal elements, especially hooked metal."

The old dean even deliberately showed off his earrings and continued:

"Roddy, you can rest assured. This change of mine is obviously [abnormal]. I checked myself immediately and even went to the Research Bureau for a pituitary scan. There was no corner of my mind. I guess this change was affected by you as the connector.

I personally like this feeling, it seems like I can live half my life longer.”

"Ah."

Although Luo Di did not feel the breath of hell from the dean,

But the dean has indeed changed, and this matter also needs to be asked to Mr. Hawke. In Luo Di's eyes, the dean is a good man, someone who is willing to care about him, and such a person must not get into trouble because of him.

……

【Pulling Room-Preaching Room】

Mr. Hawke was a little different today. He was busy doing something on the stone platform above the stairs.

Roddy was not in a hurry as there was no time limit for the medication. He just stood aside and waited quietly.

About twenty minutes later, the surgery-like work was completed.

A human-sized dog was brought down by Mr. Hawke.

The dog's head is made of four skulls, which are arranged horizontally and their mouths are connected together to achieve the effect of a "long dog's mouth".

The body is stitched together with various iron wires. It looks rough, but in fact each wire is outlining runes to maintain its integrity.

The dog's legs and feet are made of pure bone and metal, with spikes on the bottom.

The pet leash is a piece of wire tied to a hook on Mr. Hawke's back.

"Oh, you're here?"

Roddy pointed at the human-faced dog and said, "Mr. Hawke, what is this?"

"Didn't I tell you before? Criminals who can endure the punishment and accept the pain have the opportunity to become my subordinates.

Of course, they have committed crimes after all and cannot be forgiven just because they are useful.

The selected criminals will be hung there for a certain period of time, waiting for the blood in their bodies to flow out, and then they can begin the painful transformation.

I personally prefer creatures like [Hounds].

How is it? Not bad, it can effectively help me patrol the cells."

"It's really good."

As Mr. Hawke reached out and stroked the hound's skull, the hound itself seemed to smell something strange. Even though Rody was a member of the torture chamber, he had a strange smell that did not belong to hell.

"Ka-ka-ka!" The barking continued.

"Oh?" Mr. Hawke followed the hound's perception and looked at Rody's right hand. "You implanted the pituitary gland into the back of your hand?"

"Yes."

"Come here and show me! This is a technique I have never seen before."

Hawk originally planned to use the hook to tear open the back of his hand, but after seeing the stitches on it and the unstable energy fluctuations, he finally gave up.

He just gently took Rody's palm and put it against his skin to taste it carefully.

"Good! Remember to bring me some of this good stuff next time. The debt will not be erased just because you accept the pain system."

"it is good."

"Since you're not here to pay back the money and you're not seriously injured, what do you want from me?"

"I briefly stepped onto the red soil twice in a row and participated in a war... I was surrounded by various types of spine warriors, and the other party was something related to disease and plague."

"Um!?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Hope tilted his head and quickly stepped forward to check the spine.

"Your feeding speed has been very fast recently, and it has reached [50%]. But as a remote apostle, you must at least be fully saturated if you want to establish contact.

Is it because you opened your spine early?

How long did you go there?

Have you ever been in combat?"

“No more than five minutes. Every time we were about to collide with each other, we would return to reality.

Is there any way to temporarily curb this situation? I will be going to a very dangerous place next, and I must put an end to this unstable consciousness projection. "

Hawke hooked his lips with his fingers, tearing the dry flesh beneath them.

"There's no need to contain it. This early projection is good for you. You just need to learn how to control it. You can stay with me for a few days. I will teach you how to control it."

"Are the ones fighting the Spinemen invaders from outside the realm?"

"Hahaha!" Roddy's question made Hawke laugh out loud, and the curved hook on his back shook and collided.

"Who dares to invade the real hell... Only you would say such a thing. The surrounding worlds are so scared just by hearing our names that they try their best to escape. Some cowards even abandon their original worlds.

You are only participating in a more 'routine' war.

The Spine group likes war. Unfortunately, there is a large force in the real hell that is willing to cater to such wars. They don’t like wars, but they like the hotbed of plague brought by wars. "

(End of this chapter)