Deep in the Living
Chapter 150 - 144: The Last Day

Chapter 150: Chapter 144: The Last Day

Luo Di, whenever he visited the Dean’s Office these days, wouldn’t say a word and would just strip off his outerwear and pants, wearing only his underwear.

He would then lie his body down on the floor,

Sometimes flat on his back,

Sometimes on his stomach,

because the wounds from previous fights still remained on his body, and a certain area of his body showed an obvious swelling.

Besides providing him some conventional massage therapies, the Dean had recently acquired a number of traditional Chinese medicine books and learned a special technique called "acupuncture."

Although he had yet to try it on any patient, Luo Di, as a Connector, had extraordinary physical qualities. As long as the acupuncture was performed according to the correct points, there should be no problem.

To ensure nothing went wrong, the Dean placed a perspective map of human body acupoints over Luo Di’s back.

With each needle insertion, Luo Di’s body would shake, sweating profusely during the acupuncture session, but he never cried out loud, biting his teeth tightly together.

It seemed quite effective, as some of the swellings on Luo Di’s body had actually begun to subside.

And for some reason, the Dean gradually fell in love with performing acupuncture, even enjoying the sensation of Luo Di’s body shaking with each needle insertion.

It felt even more exhilarating than anything else he had done in his life.

But as Luo Di left the office every day, the Dean would fall into deep self-reproach, reflecting on his terrible thoughts, yet unable to resist inserting needles when Luo Di stripped down and lay there the next day.

[Four Days Later]

The Dean’s acupuncture skills had become increasingly proficient, confident enough to open his own traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture clinic.

While immersed in the delightful fantasy of opening his store and performing acupuncture on others,

A silver needle aimed at the Wind Mansion Acupoint behind Luo Di’s head was accidentally inserted with too much force, penetrating too deep and reaching the Medulla Oblongata. On an ordinary person, this might result in lifelong disability, but Luo Di’s spine interacted with the needle in some way.

Ouch!

Luo Di, who had been enduring all this time, screamed in agony as the needle went in, his screams nearly shattering the office’s glass windows.

His body suddenly contracted,

More precisely, his spine bent,

The body that was originally flat on the floor arched completely like a bridge, somewhat resembling the shape of a shrimp

The exposed back gradually split along the midline,

When the spine inside was revealed, the first thing that caught the eye was a metallic luster, and the nerves around the spine could be seen tinged with the same metallic hue.

The Dean was very sensible,

He clearly understood that as a Connector, Luo Di was undergoing some kind of transformation.

To avoid affecting this transformation, the Dean decisively left his office to stand guard outside, and signaled to the security guards who had rushed over after hearing the scream to leave, trying to make as little noise as possible.

The Dean became the sole guard standing outside, waiting in silence.

During the wait, he busied himself with the silver needles used for acupuncture, and without realizing it, he twisted the tip into a hook shape.

He was so fascinated by this hook configuration that he even experimented with inserting the hooked needles into his own skin in an acupuncture-like fashion.

This minor pain felt incredibly comforting to the Dean.

Not long after he began enjoying this process,

Click! The office door opened.

A sweaty Luo Di walked out, took the Dean’s hand, and lowered his head to thank him.

"Dean, thank you for taking care of me these past few days. I have urgent matters and must leave now."

"Oh, okay!"

The Dean had immediately stuffed the Hook into his pocket, but the puncture wounds left by the Hook remained on his hand and forearm.

Luo Di had naturally noticed, but did not comment further.

Having confirmed that the Dean’s Consciousness would not disappear and that he himself actually liked such changes, it might be considered a good thing.

Nowadays, the number of Pseudo-Person in the country is increasing, and a total loss of control cannot be ruled out. If the Dean could really establish some weird connection with Mr. Hook, it might help him survive when danger comes.

...

Calculating the time,

Luo Di spent one day recovering in the hospital, one day at the Investigation Bureau receiving the Seed Demon, and then four days in the Psychiatric Hospital.

It’s the last day before next week’s sisterhood gathering.

It’s already dusk now, and following the customs of the Pseudo-Person, Luo Di might need to depart in the early morning, so he rushed home as quickly as possible.

Apart from the time spent in a vehicle, it was a non-stop sprint all the way home.

Even when the elevator was stopped at an upper floor, he decisively climbed the stairs to the eleventh floor to return to his bachelor apartment.

To his surprise, the door to the apartment wasn’t locked at all, and even the scent of meat wafted from inside.

Pushing the door open,

Hot dishes were served on the dining table: boiled beef slices, hot pot fish, stir-fried lettuce, and lotus root pork rib soup.

And just as Luo Di entered the apartment,

The class leader, wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen with two bowls of rice.

She just glanced at Luo Di in the shoe-changing area without saying anything.

This kind of gaze, this atmosphere, felt truly strange to Luo Di, something he had never experienced before.

Since the class monitor looked slow in her movements, it seemed that the gathering wasn’t urgent. He slowly caught his breath and sat down at the dining table.

But just as Luo Di was about to pick up his chopsticks to eat.

Slap!

A pair of chopsticks struck hard on Luo Di’s fingers, the force almost bending the metal chopsticks.

"Don’t you know to wash your hands after coming back from the hospital?"

The class monitor was looking at him sideways, the smile on her face quite stiff.

"Oh."

Luo Di didn’t know what was going on but went to wash up in the bathroom before returning to his seat. The class monitor sat still the entire time, seemingly waiting for him to start the meal together.

Once reseated,

When Luo Di picked up the chopsticks to grab a slice of the spicy boiled pork,

A cold voice interrupted him again:

"Not a single call, and playing disappearing act for five days, huh?"

The sudden assertiveness and attitude shift of the class monitor made Luo Di pause, "I originally planned to return in three days, but Mr. Hook insisted on making me stay for four."

"How did it go?"

"Solved a major problem, can ensure that there won’t be any issues in the upcoming gathering."

"Oh... Eat up, I made it specially for you.

Although I guessed you were delayed by something important, if there’s a similar situation next time, at least send me a message, okay~ I don’t dare to call you, for fear it would affect your state of consciousness."

"Okay, I got it."

Luo Di had only eaten breakfast today and quickly started devouring the food on the table.

Seeing him so immersed in eating, the class monitor couldn’t help but laugh out in amusement.

When Luo Di seemed almost full, the class monitor suddenly pulled out a DVD, the cover featuring a woman’s head with only one eye peeking out from her hair.

"I was bored alone, so I went browsing at the video store and bought the famous ghost movie ’Evil Bell’ that I’ve often heard others talk about during my school days.

Shall we watch this tonight?"

"A ghost movie?"

Luo Di had little interest in such superstitious films. In his view, most of the human characters in ghost movies were too weak, only knowing how to run, with no way for him to relate.

If he were the victim, he would probably find a way to confront the ghost head-on.

"Since we have nothing else to do, it should kill the time.

I never watched any movies back when I was at home.

Mainly, this ghost on the cover looks a lot like a very dangerous ’sister’ from the sisterhood, so we could also talk about her situation and the gathering tomorrow."

"What time tomorrow?"

"Leave at three in the afternoon, we should arrive around nine in the evening... Quit the chatter~ go wash the dishes. I’m going to play the disc."

By the time Luo Di came out of the kitchen, the class monitor had already changed into a nightgown and was squatting on the couch, precisely where the "decapitated head" had been placed before the revival.

As Luo Di sat down,

Click! All the lights in the room were turned off, and the TV screen suddenly lit up with the theme of ’Evil Bell’.

But the two watching the movie didn’t show any expression. Indeed, this kind of superstitious stuff didn’t scare them at all. The plot itself was barely passable and kept them watching.

When the movie was more than halfway through, during a less critical scene,

Two fleshy legs stretched over and gently rested on Luo Di’s thigh, the class monitor having shifted from squatting to lying down on the couch.

"Can you massage my legs for me? I’ve been out walking all day. Then I came back and kept standing while experimenting with new dishes."

However, Luo Di had no immediate response. He was just staring at the changing scenes on the screen, seemingly completely engrossed.

Following this,

The fleshy legs began to change slowly, becoming slightly shorter, slimmer and more accustomed to running, becoming familiar.

"Can you massage them now?"

After waiting for over ten seconds, just as the class monitor was about to retract her legs,

Five fingers rhythmically dug into the calf, instantly relaxing the tense muscles. If one were to say this technique wasn’t practiced before, the class monitor wouldn’t believe it.

The class monitor continued, "Do you really care that much about my appearance? Even if I changed to look like Isabella, I’m essentially still me, no difference.

And for all you know, the [Wu Wen] you’re familiar with might be completely fabricated, from appearance to inner nature. Perhaps she had ulterior motives since the moment she met you, or maybe she is just a bad woman?"

Just as the class monitor spoke these words,

Luo Di, who had been looking at the TV, suddenly turned his gaze her way, then slowly turned back.

"To think you’d fall for the very thing I hate the most... Ah, it’s made me hate myself a little less now."