Deep in the Living

Chapter 235 Pay back the money
【End of visit】

The prison immediately cremated the body and deleted all related information, leaving no trace of Wendy Orr.

Rody's condition was not very good.
It was not because Wendy had caused him any injuries or impact, but the killing in Border Town Prison had once again caused his spine to tremble violently, a vibration far greater than the one caused by the elimination of the fake man in Moon City.

It felt like the tentacles restraining the cervical vertebrae were about to collapse and could be crushed by the spine at any time.

This special prison independent of the city seemed to have a very strong effect on his spine, which he had felt when he entered the prison.

Luo Di suspected that he might have found a second "Fifth Hospital".
I dare not stay long.

I jogged all the way to the hall, collected the relevant props left by security, and left quickly.

The restlessness in his spine required Roddy to focus all his attention on it, suppressing the impulse of consciousness that was connecting to the real hell, and he kept his head down and walked quickly forward.

He was about to walk out of the prison gate.

Snapped!
Run head-on into someone entering the prison.

Rody took a step back, but the other party took three steps back.

Looking up, he saw that the man who was hit was taller and stronger than Roddy. His silver suit was almost filled with muscles. He had a bald head and wore sunglasses, and there were obvious blood vessels on his face.

The man traveling with him was also a burly man in a suit, and they were even of similar build.

They had no identifying marks on them.

It's either the I-shaped logo of an investigator or a standard uniform like that of prison personnel. There are no company-related symbols, so it's hard to tell which faction it belongs to.

Instead of apologizing, Rody immediately stepped out of the prison gate. The backs behind him immediately calmed down and the pressure disappeared.

Although the bald man who was hit was very unhappy and wanted to fight back, his abdominal muscles were still aching from the impact.

It didn't feel like hitting flesh at all, but rather hitting some kind of thorny metal surface.

The bald man waved his hand to indicate that it was okay and quickly walked past Roddy and headed for the prison.

Rody smelled a scent.

A strong smell coming from the pituitary gland.

To some extent, it is even more intense than that of a fake human. This is the first time that Rody has seen such a situation.

"These two people have a lot of "demon planting" all over their bodies. I guess there is one on each of their hands and feet, and one on their backs. And they should have accepted the corner system... How can they have so many pituitary glands at their disposal? Special personnel of the Investigation Bureau?"

Rody looked at his right hand. It was the only one he had used to cultivate the demon, and it was very useful.

The fingers that were once used for combat and massage are now changing with the access to the corner system. To be more precise, they are being infected and assimilated by the gray color and can be transformed into a special spiritual tentacle.

Didn't stop.

Rody ran to the beach again and left by the same means of transportation.

……

[Border Town Prison]

The two men who had just had a physical collision with Rody were holding a special application order and wanted to meet with the warden here. They came here for only one purpose, to find someone.

It took a whole month to find this person.

In fact, the two of them didn't want to come to this place at all. After all, Border Town Prison was an isolated institution independent of the World Bureau, and it was rumored that the manager here was a tyrant.

Those imprisoned here are all true "troublemakers", death row prisoners who should have been executed long ago, but they need to be kept for a while because they still have some value.

When their value is squeezed out, they will accept death here.

Or accept the prison's own death penalty,
Or the investigators who sent these people here may come and carry out the execution themselves.

Or some difficult-to-kill death row inmates will be executed personally by the prison warden.

Zero jailbreaks, zero unrest, zero complaints.

Half an hour passed.

The two burly men who came out of the warden's office were sweating all over. Even though their clothes had a good sweat-absorbing function, they still couldn't stop the sweat from seeping out.

He quickly injected some milky liquid he carried with him into the back of his head to curb the tension in his brain.

However, they finally got the news that the person they were looking for had died, so they only needed to go back and report.

After today, they would never be willing to come to this prison even if they were required to perform difficult or even life-threatening tasks.

……

On an express bus departing from Neptune City, Roddy booked an entire private room.

Because the rental house in Moon City was at risk of theft, he brought some valuables with him on this long trip, including a suitcase.

From the outside, it looked like an ordinary black metal suitcase, but its interior had already been modified by Luo Di through torture instruments, which could prevent most scanning equipment from seeing through it. As Luo Di unfolded the suitcase in the private room,

A scorching breath was quickly released.
The inner wall of the suitcase is made into a spiked structure similar to the Iron Maiden, and inside, individual pituitary glands are bound by individual micro-iron wires, each one is different.

This is exactly what Luo Di has gained from his active participation in offline activities over the past month.

He did not intend to use them himself. Too many and too diverse pituitary props or physical implants were not necessarily a good thing. Instead, they might disrupt his own system.

These pituitary glands will be returned to Mr. Hawke as a debt.

current,

Rody took out the balloon-touch pituitary gland from his sleeve and placed it in the last empty space of the suitcase, making it completely full.

The destination of this express bus is Pluto City.

He was not in a hurry to go back and investigate the so-called killer organization. In Luo Di's opinion, the long-overdue debt was the key at the moment, and he could also let Mr. Hawke see his current condition.

……

Ding Ding Ding!
The hooks collided and made a sound.

Mr. Hawke, who was designing a new torture device, smelled a smell he had never smelled before, a gray smell. It was very thin and threatening a month ago, but now it has taken shape.

“It’s growing pretty fast.

I think talents like you will definitely attract global investment, so it is normal to grow faster. However, the pituitary gland in your brain is probably not yet full, and I can still smell its room for development.

Don't worry, wait until your term is over before serving. There's no rush for you anyway."

Rody was standing outside the door of the preaching room, watching the hook swaying inside the room and attacking at any time. He immediately adjusted his state to make the spine the main expression and let the gray color stick to the area around the spine.

The fear subsided and the hook stopped shaking.

"I came here to pay back the money this time."

Luo Di directly threw the briefcase made of torture instruments over. "This should be enough for the principal and interest at once."

"Ok?"

Hawke was shocked by the entire box of pituitary glands, some of which were mature and even complex in structure.

"You can actually do so much in a month... huh? This pituitary gland!"

Hawke quickly scanned each pituitary gland, and his eyes soon fell on the very end, a broken pituitary gland that was without any luster and bulging like a balloon.

The quality of the pituitary gland itself is very high.
Hawke could smell a talent from the piercing and cutting scars left on the surface of the pituitary gland, a talent that could withstand and accept pain... In other words, he could tell that the former owner of the pituitary gland had suffered the punishment of hell.

"Has this hypocritical person been tortured by you?"

"Yes."

"It looks like he was tortured quite badly, but he managed to survive. Moreover, Rody, you actually started to use torture instruments to torture others. That's great~ That's great!
Isn't it more fun to have this kind of continuous torture every now and then than to kill directly?"

"Special circumstances, special handling."

Rody is not opposed to torture, but he will not use it unless necessary, which goes against the nature of a murderer.

suddenly,

Mr. Hawke's tongue hook stretched out gently and licked the balloon-like pituitary gland, with a strange expression on his face.

“Rodi, I can see that you hate the owner of this pituitary gland very much… Do you mind if I reconstruct this person into hell?
It would be a pity to waste such a good seedling. Of course, if you are unhappy, you can kill her again at any time.

I mainly want to see whether this kind of pseudo-human who has received punishment in hell during his lifetime will be more adaptable to the reconstruction and essential transformation of hell.

As for what to do with her after the reconstruction, it’s up to you to decide.”

Rody just responded coldly:

"These pituitary glands are now your property, Mr. Hawke. You can do whatever you want with them. However, once this person regains her consciousness, I will definitely kill her again."

Hawke could taste the hatred coming from Roddy.

"Haha~ I can see that you hate this person very much, and such emotions are rarely seen in you.

There are naturally many evil people in the real hell, and each force will show different forms of evil. It is a good thing for you to adapt to it in advance. Thinner emotions will help you reach the pinnacle of killing and suffering.

Come with me... You should be very interested in the reconstruction of hell, after all, this is how Miss Wu was resurrected.

Moreover, now you are considered a Disciple of Suffering and can help me with some things.

You can fully participate in the reconstruction process and make appropriate changes to the owner of the pituitary gland.

After the deed is done, you can vent your anger however you want. If you didn't kill it but simply broke it, you can throw it back to serve as a laborer in the torture chamber. In short, it's a good thing not to waste it."

(End of this chapter)