Deep in the Living

Chapter 78 The torture chamber
Bang bang bang bang~
Anklet collision,

Rody walked in a corridor that was almost identical to the hospital's. He did not stop because of the strange noises or bloody hands that were extended from other wards. It was obvious that this was not his first time here.

Almost every ward here contains a "patient" wearing torture instruments and having his movements restrained.

Although most of them have human body shape, their appearance, skin color or some physical characteristics are not human.

However, Rody seemed to be an accident.

He would not be confined in a ward, nor would he be completely restrained by any instruments of torture. The only thing that could be called "restraint" was the thorny anklet.

Because the anklet completely penetrated the bone and wore away between the muscle and the bone, he was unable to run, otherwise his ankle would easily be torn off.

Walk through the passage at a normal walking pace.

The elevator that originally existed in the middle of the floor disappeared, and was replaced by a spiral staircase leading to the depths.
In reality, this is the fifth floor of a mental hospital.
But when Rody looked down the stairs, he felt that it was bottomless, at least ten stories high.

Still without a moment's hesitation, perhaps worried about time, he hurried down the stairs.

Click, click, click~
The height difference between the left and right feet when going downstairs will further cause the thorns to tear the ankles.
Obviously, this situation could be avoided by jumping down the stairs, but Roddy did not do so and continued to go down the stairs normally.

Or maybe the physical pain can make him forget some painful things,

Or maybe he has become accustomed to this pain.

Thirteen floors in total.

Just as Rody was about to step down the last step, the space around him became unstable, and his vision even felt torn.
The mottled wall is merging with the normal wall.

This is a sign that the drug's effects are about to end.
Rody quickly pulled out the prepared medicine from his waistband, slid open the bottle cap with his fingers, and although he was in a hurry, he still swallowed the pills into his body according to the established order.

As he finished taking the medicine, the picture that was almost torn apart in front of his eyes became stable again.

"it is good!"

Rody clenched his fists in excitement.
Although he had come to this hell space many times, this was the first time he had extended his time.

Previously, we could only go downstairs to the deepest part of the critically ill area, but we couldn't reach the deepest part. Now we finally have a way, and we have to thank Mr. Luo Fei in the future.

There are no longer any wards on the bottom floor.

A straight aisle with a red carpet.

There are also grand paintings of various tortures hanging on the walls on both sides.
Hanging from the top of the passage were curved hooks that looked like those used to hang livestock in slaughterhouses.

At the end of the passage is the [red door].

That seemed to be Rody's destination, and the reason why he was willing to stay in a mental hospital for a long time and take medicine obediently every day.

Step onto the carpet and go deep into the
The ankle torn by the thorns continued to ooze blood during the process, and was immediately sucked greedily by the carpet. Perhaps it was just such a coincidence that the identity was verified through blood.

The red door at the end creaked open.
This is neither a ward nor an office, but a dark [preaching room].
The inner roof is also hung with various hooks.

And in the center of the dome, where the hooks are most densely packed, is hanging a completely different individual.

Before Rody even got a glimpse of the whole picture, he felt a real threat, as if his skin all over his body began to hurt, and steel needles were inserted into the eyeballs he used for observation.

Even so,

Rody still kept his gaze and saw the other person's full appearance.

Bald, neutral and slightly old,
The skin appears pure white, as if a thin layer of solidified white wax has been dripped onto the surface of the skin.

The surrealistic black leather jacket covers the key parts of the body.

There were at least ten hooks inserted into his back, and each hook completely pulled up the skin, showing a full sense of pulling.

No pain, but good sleep.

He was completely different from the tortured patients in the ward. He was enjoying the pain.
From any perspective,
This hell being hanging on the ceiling of the preaching room should be the manager of this torture chamber, and the target that Rody has been looking for for so long.

With Rody's arrival, the hooks on the roof gradually lowered, carrying this being to the ground.

The thin wire at the tail of the hook was retracted to the roof, while several hooks (10~15cm in length) remained on the man's back, as if the hooks were part of his body.

Before opening eyes, lips move.
Waves of dry voices, not belonging to human language, echoed in the preaching room:

"The spine from a distant world, the outsider who received the echo, unexpectedly appeared in my [Punishment Chamber]. To be precise, your thoughts happened to be projected here under some opportunity.

Intense mental activity,

The Hell Bloodline that has awakened,
Completely similar environmental buildings,
It allows you to complete a brief mental projection.

I have observed you for a long time, and your acceptance of pain rather than rejection of it means that you are qualified to talk to me.

Tell me your purpose."

Rody responded in the same language, a language he had never learned but could speak directly:

"I want to revive someone."

"Living people? Livestock?

Reconstructing the body is very simple, but reconstructing a relatively complete mind is a very troublesome matter, unless you still have the complete brain of the livestock or the organ that carries its consciousness. "When Rody heard that the other party did not reject the extremely exaggerated request of [Resurrection], his right hand twitched slightly.

Then he pointed to his stomach.
"The things used for resurrection are here. It may require surgery to remove them... It's not convenient for me to perform surgery outside. Can you do it here? Or give me a knife."

Or smell something strange.

Or maybe he was hurt by the words of Rody, an outsider.
"It's really interesting. This is the first time I've seen a spinal practitioner like you. You actually like to taste pain so much. If you want me to perform the operation on you, it will be difficult for your current body to bear it. You should do it yourself.

However, I don't have a knife here that is too direct to cause long-lasting pain, so use this instead."

Swish!
The man pulled out a relatively sharp curved hook from his back, handed it forward, and looked at the young man in front of him with a smile.

He thought the young man would hesitate for a moment.
Unexpectedly, the other party did not pause at all and his expression did not change at all.
Take the hook.

Straight into the abdomen,

Cut open the stomach pouch,

A lot of blood flowed out.

At the same time, the spine on Rody's back immediately lit up and bulged outward, trying to maintain his slipping life as much as possible.

There seemed to be a mass of growth between the cut stomach sacs.

Rody threw away his hook,
He stretched out his right hand, inserted it into the stomach along the gap, and firmly grasped the contents.

Slowly and gently tear it off the surface of the stomach wall.

brush!
Perhaps because it had existed for too long, when the growth was torn from the stomach sac, an opening was torn in the entire stomach wall.

But Rody's attention was not on himself at all.

He stared at the augmented creature in his hand.

Passing it forward with the utmost care,
A careful observation of this growth will reveal that although its surface is covered with a layer of tissue similar to gastric mucosa, the contents inside clearly do not belong to the stomach.

An eerie and cold feeling emanated from it, and cracks could be vaguely seen on the surface of the thing.

The bald man had never seen anything like it.
Curiosity prompted him to reach out and grab it to take a closer look.

Unexpectedly, Rody's palms suddenly closed, and he took a step forward with his cut abdomen, almost pressing his entire face against the other person.

"Can... be resurrected... right?"

The head of the torture chamber was slightly shocked by the aura displayed by Rody, but he also expressed admiration at the same time.

Although the contents of the other person's stomach were interesting, they were not as interesting as the young man himself.

"It's probably possible, but how it will be resurrected depends on how much of its consciousness it has before death. Also, this substance is different from ordinary hell creatures, so there may be deviations in the resurrection process.

Of course, this is not some free welfare organization. Reconstructing a conscious living being requires a lot of materials and my own energy.

How will you repay me?"

"what do you want?"

A pale finger with its nails plucked out slowly pointed out, almost poking Rody's pupils.

"I want you... but unfortunately you already belong to someone, and forcing you to join us will cause us a lot of trouble.

Okay, let me help you revive this thing first.

Then I need you to bring me a similar and better "pituitary gland" later, otherwise, you will be in danger."

"Okay." Rody agreed immediately.

"Stop holding on to it like it's some treasure, just give it to me now."

Rody's clenched hands gradually loosened, and the pituitary gland wrapped around the gastric mucosa was taken away by the other party.

"how long will it takes?"

"For ordinary organisms, it would only take a few days. However, this pituitary gland is very new to me, and it seems that there is some kind of gap structure inside, so it may take twice as long.

Of course,
You can come here every day, and we can chat, right? After all, it's rare to find someone as special as you from a foreign land. Tell me about your story.

Remember to come early tomorrow and stay with me as long as possible."

At this time, the picture in front of Rody began to shake, the entire space began to tear apart, and the manager of the torture chamber in front of him gradually became blurred.

The drug has worn off.

hum!
There is no preaching room.

In front of me is the [Director's Office] of the Fifth Hospital. A crystal chandelier with a certain angle hangs on the top.
The bald, white-skinned old dean stood in front of him.
Rody took the paper cutter on the office table and cut open his entire abdomen. Blood was all over the ground.

In front of Rody,
The panicked dean was holding a sticky mass of undigested gastric products in his hand.

(End of this chapter)