Deep in the Living

Chapter 243 Anger

Bathroom room.

Rody was wiping his body with a towel. For disguise purposes, the wound on his right shoulder where a finger had pierced it had to be preserved.

He did not have too much anger or hatred towards the trainer, because in Rody's eyes, everyone involved in the orphanage should be treated the same.

Looking at the bloodshot eyes in the mirror, Rody could only use color to curb the murderous intent that was spreading in his mind. He needed to wait for the best time to cut the roots.

……

Cleaning is over.

Rody walked out of the bathroom while wiping his hair with a dry towel. As soon as he opened the door, he found Wendy kneeling outside the door with a medical box with a red cross printed on it in her hand.

"Master, although the wound on your shoulder needs to be camouflaged, it would be more natural if you bandage it. I also learned first aid knowledge in the orphanage. Can I help you?"

Rody looked at the holes on his right shoulder and realized that they really needed to be treated. If it were an ordinary person, they would have become festered. He nodded slightly and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Wendy did not stand up, but moved her knees, remained kneeling, and walked to the bed, pursing her lips.

"That... um... I may need to bandage it from behind the master. Can I go to your bed? I have already washed my body and will take off my pants. I have just washed my nose and smelled my feet. There is no odor at all. The skin on my feet will not fall off. My fingernails are also clean."

"can."

"Thank you, Master."

After getting permission to go to bed, Wendy trembled all over, quickly took off her pants, climbed onto the bed carefully, and knelt behind Rody to bandage his wound.

While bandaging the wound, she also talked about the results of her investigation today:

"Master, our luck seems to be bad~ I went to the archives room smoothly today and quickly checked everyone's information on the computer. We need to wait at least 47 days for a boy named Leslie to turn fifteen."

"too long."

Having Rody suppress his emotions and disguise himself in such an environment for a whole month and a half, it is estimated that his mental state would be damaged.

Wendy bit off the gauze with her mouth and said, "Then there is only one way... create a riot in the orphanage, a riot big enough to attract the Venerable. I guess we need to kill people, and we need to kill more important people."

"Is that trainer enough?"

"Kimbley? That must be enough~ The trainer is the most important person in the orphanage, second only to the director.

Those who can stay here as trainers are all selected killers, and they are the important bearings for the operation of the orphanage. Once this shaft responsible for the operation is damaged, subsequent production will be in trouble.

When do we start?"

"I'll wait until next time when I work overtime at night and let it be."

"understood."

Wendy bandaged the wound very carefully, even more carefully than anyone she had ever killed, and the time came to almost half past eleven.

But after the bandage was completed, Wendy pretended to be stupid and had no intention of getting out of bed.

She thought that staying in Mr. Di's bed for even one more second was a good deal, even if it might lead to punishment.

She even began to fantasize about sleeping in this bed tonight.

The silence lasted for about half a minute before it was broken.

"There's still some time, practice with me."

"okay!"

Although Wendy was reluctant to move her calves on the quilt, she quickly got out of bed under the command and assumed the same sparring position as last night.

But today it feels a little different.

Wendy knew very well that Mr. Di had not been trained as a killing machine since childhood like she had been. When the two of them first fought, Mr. Di's moves were all routine and routine, relying entirely on strength to achieve an oppressive victory.

Tonight, Mr. Di just made a simple starting move without any sense of oppression.

An hour passed.

Wendy squatted in the corner, sweating all over, sweat constantly coming out of every pore of her body, but her eyes were wide open, and she pretended to be unbelievable in her excitement.

During the more than ten years she grew up in an orphanage, she had seen many so-called "geniuses", some of whom were even more talented than her.

But Wendy had never seen anyone like Mr. Di, who had achieved a qualitative breakthrough after just one night of training and even mastered an extremely difficult killing skill.

This was beyond the definition of genius in the orphanage and could be described as a heresy. Wendy could not imagine what kind of monster Roddy would become if he was born in an orphanage.

"Go take a shower, you smell bad."

Wendy was surprised. She had never tried taking a shower twice a day. "Oh... can I take a shower again? Thank you, Master. However, Master, you have sweated a lot. I guess the wound needs to be bandaged again.

I'll wash off the sweat on my body first and then come out to help you rebandage it."

Wendy rushed into the bathroom, crawling and tumbling, and without even drying herself completely, she ran out with a basin of water and a towel.

But he didn't know that Rody had already fallen asleep on the bed, and he could even hear his soft snoring. He didn't get enough sleep last night, and today was another busy day, which pushed Rody's body to its limit. He fell asleep on the bed, and his daily routine was forced back to normal.

even so.

Wendy still came to Mr. Di's bed, used the stealth skills she had learned, slowly lifted up Roddy's clothes, and gently wiped him with a towel dipped in water.

After making sure that it will not disturb the owner's sleep, slowly wipe off the sweat from the owner's body.

While wiping the body,

Rody, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly started talking in his sleep, as if he had done this before by rubbing his body while sleeping.

"Monitor..."

This was the second time Wendy heard this word. Although she didn't know who this monitor was, she knew that he held a very important position in Rody's heart.

A hint of envy appeared in his eyes, but it did not stay for long and passed by in a flash.

Wendy knew very well that it was impossible for her to remain in Mr. Di's heart, and she was completely satisfied with the current situation.

Dry your body.

Re-bandage,

Then cover the bedding tightly.

Gazing at Mr. Di's sleeping face, her pituitary gland immediately stimulated her brain to secrete substances related to desire, forcing her cervical spine to bend, bury her body and try to stick her lips on him.

But in the end it just hovered above the lips and did not fall completely.

Lips and teeth floating.

A voice that did not belong to the murderer uttered softly: "Thank you..."

Wendy suppressed her inner desires, which she would have never been able to do before.

It's not that her self-control has become stronger now, but that she seems to be gradually adapting to the grayness lingering in her brain. Even without Rody's command, she can use this grayness to suppress the desires in her brain.

It was like experiencing what rationality was for the first time.

She also suddenly began to understand the people she had killed before and began to understand what so-called human beings are.

……

Time passes day by day.

Before I knew it, I had spent five full days in the orphanage.

Since he had not worked overtime in the past few days, Rody did not wait for the opportunity to take action. If he simply killed a chef or an apprentice, it would not be enough to lure the master behind the scenes. He had to be patient.

He has not been idle these days.

During the day, he used his apprenticeship to basically understand the internal situation of the orphanage, and various internal routes had already been formed in his mind. At night, he took time to learn killing skills from Wendy, and the relevant techniques became more and more proficient.

Moreover, Wendy learned that Kimberly was the trainer responsible for the children's movie watching, and Kimberly had the habit of going to the toilet frequently since she was still studying in the orphanage.

This habit can be used to create an accidental death.

Finally, on the seventh day, I waited for the kitchen to be cleaned and worked overtime until ten o'clock in the evening.

The situation was exactly the same as last time. On his way back to the dormitory, Rody heard the sound of a movie playing again. Tonight's movie was "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre", which was also a B-level movie that he liked very much.

However, the back door of the screening room was not open today.
Kimblee, the trainer in charge of viewing the film, did not go to the bathroom.

In this case, Luo Di went to the bathroom next to the cinema and waited quietly, waiting for the other party to come over halfway.

Sure enough, after waiting for less than ten minutes, he heard the same footsteps as that night. Rody, hiding in the men's restroom cubicle, was ready to kill.

but,

The footsteps did not come in, but entered the women's restroom next door.

"Isn't this person a man..."

Things have changed.

Rody lowered his footsteps and quietly went to the women's restroom nearby.

The sound coming from inside the women's restroom made his hidden murderous intent uncontrollable. Veins popped out on his forehead and blood ran through his pupils.

The spine began to twist.

Rody originally treated everyone in the orphanage equally, but now he has changed his mind.

Even if it wasn't for the purpose of luring the Venerable behind the scenes, Rody would still kill this beast that was worse than pigs and dogs.

(End of this chapter)