Deep in the Living

Chapter 80 The Dean’s Gift

After Director Wang's coordination, Luo Di was successfully admitted back to the Fifth Hospital.

Moreover, after returning to the hospital this time, he has become a lot more honest.

Even if he left the ward at abnormal times every day, he would not chat with any patients, nurses or doctors, nor would he release critically ill patients or do anything disruptive.

Instead, he traveled thousands of miles from the deepest intensive care unit [0510] ward, went straight downstairs, passed through the corridors between the floors, and arrived at the director's office in the outermost comprehensive building.

He would cleverly avoid everyone throughout the entire process. Even the surveillance equipment along the way would malfunction when Rody passed by. Occasionally, the flickering screen would capture some strange images, like ashes floating in the air.

The dean has also become a person who must be visited every day.

Rody would come to the dean's office every day and say a bunch of strange and incomprehensible words.

Occasionally, he would slightly self-harm and show a more painful expression.

But he didn't do anything as extreme as last time, and the old dean's heart could hardly bear it a second time.

Later, the dean seemed to have gotten used to it and took the initiative to propose moving Roddy's ward to the opposite side of his own. This way, he could save the "jailbreak" process, would not interfere with the hospital's surveillance system, and could come directly to his office.

But Rody rejected this friendly proposal.

It seemed that the intensive care unit must be the starting point, and it seemed that Ward 0510 had a special meaning to him.
Ten days passed.

The old dean was not only used to it, but also regarded Rody's visit as one of his daily entertainment activities.

He would open the door in advance and wait for the other party to arrive. Although he could not understand what Rody was saying, he would try his best to cooperate based on the other party's tone, expression or behavior.

You know what, it’s quite entertaining.

time flies.

Today is the fourteenth meeting between Luo Di and the dean.
The dean not only opened the door in advance, but also calculated the time to stand up and greet people.

But today seemed a little different. This time, Rody did not show any signs of pain, nor did he engage in any form of self-mutilation.

He brought a chair and sat opposite the desk, communicating with the dean in a sitting position for the first time.

The dean cooperated and sat back at his desk, pretending to understand and responding.

【Perspective switch】

The bright and beautiful office was transformed into an extremely gloomy preaching room after the wallpaper was torn off.

The one-armed Luo Di was sitting on a mat, looking at the head of the torture chamber who looked like the dean.
After more than ten days of getting along and communicating, I have already learned each other's name and identity in Hell.

"Monk of Hell, representing the letter H (Hook), a member of the Order"*
*Hereinafter referred to as Hook.

And Rody himself also obtained three very valuable pieces of information through the communication.

1. The hell here has nothing to do with the [corner], but is a special world far away, even different from the concept of the world in the conventional sense.

2. Rody is a kind of "spine person", a very rare "outside connector", who has made contact with the real hell for some extreme reasons. The projected consciousness body has undergone spine transformation and has become a special member of hell, or called an out-of-region apostle.

He is allowed to move and develop freely in the outside world, and as he develops and grows, he will establish a deeper connection with the real hell.

Today, he can only be regarded as the lowest-level spine fighter, and it is pure coincidence and luck that he can come into contact with the torture chamber.

3. H cannot reveal more information about "Real Hell".

Just tell him that the force that the Spinemen belong to is not the same as Hawke's Torture Chamber, and they should not have too much intersection.

Let Rody follow his heart and grow in that world. The real hell does not accept the weak. The stronger you are, the more information you can obtain.

……

Mr. Hawke, with hooks all over his back and a smile on his cut-off lips, was admiring Roddy's body.

During this time, the two did not just chat. He also gave Rody some minor torture chamber exercises that would not affect the Hell Convention.

Mr. Hawke held out his finger without a nail.

Using the small curved hook inserted between the nails, he gently scraped Roddy's body, leaving only a red mark without even scraping off the epidermis.

"Your body is indeed quite good. In just ten days or so, you have been able to tolerate some basic pain, and your body's tolerance has been greatly improved.

What a pity~ How did you become a spinalist? Otherwise, I really want to put you in the [torture chamber].

Okay, no more nonsense, I have already 'restored' the things for you.

Remember our agreement. You must bring me a more valuable and interesting "pituitary gland" when the time comes. Otherwise, the faithless will have trouble taking a single step in hell."

"Ah."

Luo Di was sitting on the cushion, trying his best to keep a peaceful state of mind.

But when I heard these words, my inner emotions immediately became impatient and my breathing began to speed up.

When he arrived at the preaching room today, Roddy had taken a quick look around but saw nothing except Mr. Hawke.

He didn't see the person he wanted to see.

“This kind of pituitary gland is the first time I’ve seen it. The entire recovery process is much more troublesome than I imagined, and it’s even affected by a strange spatial interference.

And the essence of this thing is not complete, her body parts seem to have been completely stripped away.

So the final restoration is slightly flawed, but this is the limit of what I can do, it's really tiring."

Saying,

Mr. Hawke raised his right ring finger and pulled it down. A hook hanging on the top of the preaching room immediately dropped down, and something was hanging on the hook.
When I watched that thing descend, it was like returning to a certain memory.

Corridor room,
Luo Di was looking at the female classmate who was walking down the stairs quickly in front of him. Her black hair was also fluttering slightly as she was walking down the stairs just like now.

only,
There is currently only one head hanging on the hook.

And because of the angle of the hook, the head was facing away from Rody and the face could not be seen.

When the hook dropped to the appropriate position, Mr. Hawke stretched out his hand to signal Rody to sit on the mat and not to be anxious. It seemed that the final handover process needed to be completed by him.

Hold the head with both hands, follow the angle of the hook,
Extract!

Silky and stable,
The small hole left by the hook at the back of the head can be clearly seen, but no fluid is flowing out.

When Mr. Hawke held his head in his hands, his expression was not good, as if this reconstruction was the most difficult and worst one he had ever done.

As Hawke turned around,
A familiar face came into Rody's eyes, but the whole face was covered with obvious suture marks, and there was no sign of waking up, and there was no sign of life.

Rody did not say much. It was already amazing that he could achieve this level with only a pituitary gland.

Even if this head never wakes up, he will always carry it with him, after all, it is one of his few "friends".

"I will complete the agreement as soon as possible."

"Well, see you next time..."

[View switches back to one minute ago]

Under the crystal pendant with a hook structure,

The dean saw Luo Di, who was sitting opposite him, stretching out his right hand as if he wanted something.
After spending some time together, the dean seemed to have developed some "understanding".

By observing the size and angle of Rody's outstretched right hand, the dean immediately looked around his office, trying to find something to give to Rody.

Something was soon discovered.

A paper ball handmade by a patient who had been discharged from the hospital was placed in the corner of the room. There was a warm and lovely smiling face drawn on it, and a series of words of thanks to the dean were written on the back.

The patient has been discharged from the hospital for more than ten years, but this thing has been kept in the office.

Although it is of commemorative significance, it now seems that only this thing can meet Luo Di's needs, or the dean has already chosen this thing in his heart and will not change it.

Bring the paper ball.

Gently put it into Rody's hand,
It seemed that he had really found the right thing. The other person's eyes gradually became brighter and his thoughts slowly returned to reality.

What was different from the past was that today, after recovering to normal, Rody did not chat with the dean, or apologize politely, and he didn't even make eye contact with him.

He just stared at the paper ball in his hand.
His face was expressionless but one could see red blood vessels gradually creeping up his eyeballs.

"Dean."

Luo Di suddenly shouted like this and stared at him with his bloodshot eyes. The dean was so scared that his whole body twitched.

"What...what happened?"

"Do you have a backpack here? A backpack that can hold this thing."

For Luo Di, who lives in the intensive care unit, the backpack is also considered a prohibited item, and the dean knows very well that it cannot be given to him.

But the question in front of him had a feeling of command, and the dean's brain seemed to have completely crashed. He didn't care about the hospital rules at all and tried his best to find the backpack.

Soon he found a high-end black mountaineering bag in the cabinet that he had just bought at a high price last year. The dean always carried it when he went hiking for team building.

He immediately cleared out the clutter in his backpack, forced a smile and gave it to Rody.

"Thank you."

The other party placed the backpack on the desk, opened the opening of the backpack as wide as possible, and made sure the internal size was large enough.

After making sure everything was correct, Roddy carefully picked up the paper ball. Since he only had one hand, he was very careful throughout the whole process.

He even hooked something with his fingers when passing through the zipper, as if he was worried that something would get caught on the zipper.

The dean watched the whole process silently, and vaguely felt that Rody's mental state not only did not improve, but even worsened.

Just when the paper ball was about to be put into the backpack,

Perhaps it was the dean's sudden distraction.

Maybe the perspective has changed.

Maybe it's the lighting issue.

The dean suddenly saw black hair that shouldn't be there, and saw the cold white skin held in Rody's hands.

"Um!?"

The dean rubbed his eyes quickly, stepped forward and looked inside the backpack.
What was placed inside was still just a paper ball given to him by a former patient, with a sign on it thanking the dean.

As Rody left, the dean slumped in his chair, falling into self-doubt.

"I clearly had a good rest last night. I shouldn't have seen it wrongly because of fatigue. Could it be that the contact during this period of time made me...

It shouldn't be like this. It's probably because of Rody's role as a connector. It doesn't matter. As long as he is normal, as long as he can do things for the country and resist the invasion from the corner, it's fine.

Tomorrow he will go to the Investigation Bureau as an assistant to help, and then we will see what the result will be. "

(End of this chapter)