Deep in the Living

Chapter 250 Gift
【Monitoring Group】

Luo Di had never heard of such an organization, and it was not mentioned when he reported to the FBI headquarters. However, judging from their style and investigator-like clothing, they must be real.

He also remembered meeting similar personnel when he visited Wendy in Border Town Prison.

They all have similar characteristics:
"Taller than the average person", "Investigator-like silver suit", "Sensation of oppression", "Strong pituitary smell".

Especially the last point.

These so-called inspectors, in addition to obtaining the corner system through brain injection, should have also planted demons in multiple parts of their bodies, and are carrying more than two corner-forming props.

Even Pluto City, where pituitary glands are equally abundant, is not so extravagant.

Moreover, Wendy never mentioned the "Supervision Group".

All her information points to the orphanage and the Venerable behind it... Although it is a bit suspicious, Rody does not have time to have in-depth contact with these people now. He needs to find Wendy quickly and verify the situation with her.

Moreover, there are at least ten more killers hunting Wendy.

With the inspection team's business card in hand, Luo Di called a taxi and quickly left the area.

According to the color positioning, Wendy is no longer moving and is now in the rental house she just moved to not long ago.

The weird thing is,
The closer they got, the thinner the color connection between Roddy and Wendy became.

There are three possibilities:
1. Wendy is trapped in a corner-like space with a special shielding effect, isolated from the outside world.

2. Wendy is using some means to remove the colors that are rooted in her brain.

3. Wendy is dying.

As soon as the taxi arrived at the street where the community was located, Luo Di opened the door and rushed out. His instantaneous speed was faster than the taxi itself, and he rushed straight to the newly rented villa area.

The occupancy rate here is very low, it is deserted and clean.

But this time, Rody smelled a strong smell of blood before he even entered the community, and the community security guard who was supposed to be working here had long disappeared.

Rody subconsciously touched the pig's head and picked up the butcher knife in his hand.

Standing in front of the rental house on the first floor.

Not only were the doors and windows broken, there was also a large amount of blood scattered around, and a headless corpse was lying at the front door, serving as a carpet.

His head seemed to have been blown apart by something, with balloon fragments scattered around.

Rody kicked the corpse in front of the door away and kicked open the broken door with another kick.

The sticky smell of blood can even cause phlegm to form in the throat.

A large number of corpses were scattered around the house, their heads either blown off or with their pituitary glands cut off by sharp blades.

The whole house was also filled with balloons with ropes hanging from them, but they would not attack Rody.

"It's over? Did Wendy kill all the pursuers by herself... Why did she choose to do it in the rental house? And not somewhere else?
Open spaces should be more suitable for her combat style, right?"

Rody activated his color sense again.

A hint of gray led him to look towards the entrance to the basement, which was the only place where Wendy was allowed to move around in the rental house.

Creak~Push open the wooden door of the basement.

Bang! A body fell heavily, giving a feeling of Jump Scare.

Compared to the messy interior of the rental house, the basement appears clean, with only a headless corpse at the door to scare people.

Looking down in the dim light.

There is a square table in the center of the basement, and on the table is an unfolded gift box, but there is no gift inside.

There are also two stools placed in front and behind the square table.

There was no sign of Wendy for the time being, but the sound of flushing and the faint humming of a song could be heard from the bathroom.

The falling corpse caused by Roddy pushing open the basement door let Wendy in the bathroom know that he was coming.

A voice followed:

"Master, wait for me a moment... I'll be there soon."

Just as Rody was walking down the stairs with some confusion, the bathroom door opened.

Wendy had just finished her makeup and walked out.

There were severe cuts all over his body, and his bones were exposed, some of which were even broken.

The most serious part was her mouth, which was cut horizontally, almost splitting her entire skull in two. It was only temporarily glued together to ensure beauty. Wendy's brain was damaged and her pituitary gland was also damaged, which was why her gray sensitivity was weakened.

even so.

But she had put on her makeup, a very ordinary ladies' makeup.

Lipstick, foundation, eyelashes... make her look as beautiful as possible.

I just used the toilet to wash off the blood on my body.

"Master, I opened the water in the basement without permission. I hope you won't blame me~ because my body is really dirty. And what's next is very important, and I don't want to leave a bad impression.

Just sit here, I have a gift for you."

Roddy could not only see the strangeness of Wendy's condition, but could also sense the weirdness of her thinking through the gray, but he did not sense any danger.

He first sat down in the seat as Wendy suggested, and at the same time transmitted the scene of him hunting the Venerable in the Great Hall through the mind connection between the two to verify the identity of the Venerable.

"I don't know what the Venerable looks like, and no one in the orphanage knows. No one dared to lift the curtain, and at most they were touched by the Venerable's hand.

Even if I become the elite of the murderous group and gain some freedom, I cannot investigate anything related to the Venerable. Master, you know, once I try to investigate the Venerable, it will be a violation, and my brain will explode.

The only thing we know is that His Holiness seems to like to grind walnuts very much. We can always hear this sound when we go on stage.

It turned out that two walnut-like pituitary glands were colliding in the brain. Thank you, master, for clearing up my confusion.

Whether she is a real venerable or not is of no importance to me.

As for those human head balloons, I'm really sorry ~ but the people in the orphanage cannot stay in this world.

Their nature is just as bad as mine, just as scum, and just as annoying to their masters.

Of course, I also have my own selfish motives for doing this, after all, I am also a bad person.

This is what I wish for.

From the beginning, I wanted to lead the master to investigate the orphanage, but I didn't expect that I could personally participate and complete it all. The resurrection of Hell has made me stronger, otherwise it would be difficult to achieve this step.

Thank you so much, Master!
I’m really sorry too!
You are staying with a scum like me, a dishonest waste, and living in the same dormitory. I guess the master can smell the stench on me every day and has to endure it all the time.

I wish the owner can go to the corner earlier and reunite with the squad leader sooner.

I think when that day comes, the owner will smile.

Although I also want to see what the [Class Monitor] looks like, and what kind of angelic face he has to make you, my master, remember him so much, unfortunately I don’t have the chance.

At last.

This is the only thing I can give to you, my master. If you find it disgusting, just throw it away. It would be best if it can be useful.

I have now reached the limit of pseudo-humanity and have received a reminder about the gap assessment... My pituitary value should be quite high."

The words ended.

Wendy, with her red lips painted, showed a completely relieved smile, without sadness, but full of gratitude.

From her rotten-toothed mouth came a thin string with a buckle on the end.

The other end of the thin line seems to be connected to the inside of the brain...

Put a finger through the buckle and pull hard!
Snapped!
I could vaguely hear the sound of flesh breaking.

The seriously injured Wendy's eyes lost focus for a moment, but she was fixed in an upright sitting position by the glue on the seat.

The other end of the string is wrapped around the pituitary gland.
Wendy tore it apart with just the right amount of force, pulling it out of her mouth and falling onto the table, inside the gift box.

The fall of the pituitary gland also activates a trigger mechanism, causing the unfolded packaging box to begin to fold.

A square, black and white striped gift box appeared in front of me.

Rody just sat in his seat the whole time, watching everything silently.

The person who died was obviously an extremely evil person whom he hated so much, a murderer who could massacre civilians without saying a word.

But looking at the gift box in front of him made him feel uncomfortable.
It's like there's something holding back inside.
An indescribable feeling.

It was like a pair of hands twisting his stomach.

suddenly,
Rody's nose moved, and he smelled a strong smell, a smell that could cover the bloody smell in the rented house, a smell floating over the Moon City.

He had smelled this smell at the squad leader's funeral.
It is the smell called "evil" that comes from human beings.

(End of this chapter)