Deep in the Living
Chapter 251 - 240: Anger

Chapter 251: Chapter 240: Anger

Bathroom.

Luo Di was wiping his body with a towel. For the sake of disguise, the wound on his right shoulder, which was pierced by fingers, needed to be preserved.

He didn’t harbor much anger or hatred towards his teacher, as in Luo Di’s eyes, everyone involved with the orphanage deserved the same treatment.

Looking at the bloodshot pupils in the mirror, Luo Di could only use colors to suppress the killing intent sprawling through his thoughts. He needed to wait for the best opportunity to eradicate the roots.

...

After cleaning up,

while drying his hair with a towel, Luo Di stepped out of the bathroom just to find Wendy kneeling outside the door, holding a medical kit marked with a red cross.

"Master, although you need to maintain the disguise on your shoulder, it might look more natural to bandage it. I’ve learned first aid at the orphanage, may I help you?"

Luo Di looked at the finger holes in his right shoulder that indeed needed attention; they would have been festering if he were an ordinary person. He nodded slightly and sat on the edge of the bed.

Wendy didn’t rise but shuffled on her knees to the bed, her lips pursed.

"Um... well... I might need to be behind you to bandage it better~ May I get on your bed? I’ve already cleaned myself, and I’ll take off my pants. I also just washed my nose and smelled my feet, there’s no strange odor, and nothing is peeling off, even under my nails are clean."

"You may."

"Thank you, master."

After receiving permission to get on the bed, Wendy shivered all over, quickly took off her trousers, and cautiously climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind Luo Di to attend to the wounds.

While bandaging, she reported her investigation results of the day:

"Master, our luck doesn’t seem very good~ Today I went to the archive room and quickly accessed everyone’s information on the computer. We need to wait at least 47 days for a boy named Leslie to turn fifteen."

"That’s too long."

Keeping Luo Di in this environment for one and a half months, under such a guise would likely push him to mentally break down.

While biting off the gauze with her mouth, Wendy said, "Then there’s only one way... create chaos within the orphanage, enough to draw the Venerable’s attention. It looks like we’ll need to commit murder, and we’ll need to take out some important figures."

"Would that teacher suffice?"

"Kimberly? Certainly~ The teacher is one of the most vital figures in the orphanage, second only to the Dean.

Anyone who remains here as a teacher is a selected murderer, crucial for the operations of the orphanage. Once this hub bearing the operational tasks is disrupted, the subsequent production will encounter issues.

When shall we act?"

"Wait until I work overtime again at night, let it come naturally."

"Understood."

Wendy carefully completed the wound dressing, even more attentively than when she had killed before; it was almost 11:30 PM now.

Yet Wendy feigned ignorance after finishing and showed no intention of leaving the bed.

Staying on Mr. Di’s bed even for an extra second seemed like a win in her view, even if it might lead to punishment.

She even began to fantasize about spending the night on this bed.

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

"I have some time, let’s practice a bit."

"Oh! Okay!"

While Wendy was reluctant to move her lower legs from the bedding, at the command’s behest, she quickly got off the bed and assumed the same sparring stance as last night.

However, today felt different.

Wendy was aware that Mr. Di wasn’t trained as a killing machine from childhood like she was. Initially, when they sparred, Mr. Di used standardized moves that relied entirely on strength for an oppressive victory.

Yet tonight, Mr. Di just posed a simple starting stance with no pressure at all.

An hour passed.

Drenched in sweat, Wendy crouched in the corner, sweat continuously oozing from every pore on her body. Her eyes were wide open, a mix of excitement and disbelief.

Having grown up in the orphanage, she had seen many so-called "geniuses," some even more talented than herself.

But Wendy had never seen someone like Mr. Di, who, with just one night of training, had a dramatic breakthrough and mastered a highly advanced killing skill.

This went beyond the orphanage’s definition of a genius, and could only be described as a heresy. Wendy couldn’t even imagine what kind of monster Luo Di would have become if he had been born in the orphanage.

"Go take a shower, your body smells quite strong."

Wendy looked surprised; she had never experienced washing twice in one day, "Oh... can I take another shower? Thank you, master. But, master, you also sweated a lot, and the wound might need to be rebandaged.

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

Wendy scrambled into the bathroom, not even fully dried off yet, she ran out with a basin and towel in hand.

Luo Di had already fallen asleep on the bed and could be heard snoring softly.

He had not slept enough last night, and today had been fully packed, pushing Luo Di’s body to its limits, sleeping immediately as he hit the bed, forcibly resetting his daily rhythm.

Even so.

Wendy still came to Mr. Di’s bedside, took out her newly-learnt stealth skills, slowly lifted Luo Di’s clothes, and gently wiped with a wet towel.

Ensuring it wouldn’t disturb his sleep, she slowly wiped the sweat off her master’s body.

During the body wiping process,

Luo Di, who was deep asleep, suddenly started sleep talking, as if this kind of behavior of wiping his body while he slept had also happened in the past.

"Squad leader..."

This was the second time Wendy had heard this term. Although she didn’t know who this squad leader was, she understood that this person held an important place in Luo Di’s heart.

A trace of envy emerged in her eyes, but it didn’t linger long and passed in a flash.

Wendy knew very well that she couldn’t have a place in Mr. Di’s heart. Being in the situation she was in now was already completely sufficient for her.

Drying the body,

rebandaging,

then properly covering up with the quilt.

Staring at Mr. Di’s face in deep sleep, her pituitary stimulated her brain to secrete chemicals related to desire, making her cervical spine bend, lowering her body and attempting to press her lips against his.

But in the end, she stopped right before his lips, not completely going through with the act.

Lips trembling,

A voice unlike that of a murderer gently breathed out: "Thank you..."

Wendy suppressed her inner desires, something she could not have done before.

It wasn’t that her self-control had grown stronger, but it seemed that she was gradually getting used to the gray matter nestled in her brain. Even without Luo Di initiating command, she could use this gray matter to suppress her desires in her brain.

It was as if for the first time she experienced what was called [rationality].

She suddenly began to understand those she had killed before, starting to comprehend what humans essentially are.

...

Time passed day by day.

Without even realizing, she had spent a full five days in the orphanage.

Since there had been no overtime in these past few days, Luo Di hadn’t found an opportunity to act. Merely killing a cook or an apprentice was not enough to draw out the Venerable from behind the scenes, patience was necessary.

He hadn’t been idle these days.

During the day, using the identity of an apprentice, he basically mastered the internal situation of the orphanage, with all sorts of internal routes already formed in his brain. At night, he took the time to learn killing skills from Wendy, and his techniques were becoming increasingly proficient.

Moreover, he learned from Wendy that Kimberly was the teacher specially in charge of children’s screenings and had a frequent habit of going to the toilet ever since she had been studying in the orphanage.

Utilizing this habit could create an opportunity for an accidental death.

Finally, on the seventh day, there was another thorough cleaning of the kitchen, staying overtime again until ten at night.

The situation was completely the same as last time; on his way back to the dormitory, Luo Di heard the sound of a movie playing again. Tonight’s screening was "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre," also one of his favorite B-movies.

But today, the back door of the screening hall wasn’t open,

and Kimbley, the teacher in charge of movie viewing, hadn’t gone to the toilet.

Since that was the case, Luo Di went ahead to the restroom next to the screening hall to quietly wait for the other person to come over in the middle of the movie.

Sure enough, it took less than ten minutes before he heard footsteps similar to that night, and Luo Di hiding in the men’s restroom stall was ready to kill.

However,

the footsteps didn’t come inside, instead they entered the women’s restroom next door.

"Isn’t this person a man..."

The situation had changed.

Luo Di quietly moved his steps and sneaked to the women’s restroom nearby.

Sounds from inside the women’s restroom made Luo Di’s hidden Killing Intent uncontrollable, veins popping on his forehead, blood vessels running through his eyes.

His spine began to twist.

Initially, Luo Di viewed all the people in the orphanage equally, but now he had changed his mind.

Even if it wasn’t to lure the Venerable from behind the scenes, Luo Di was determined to kill this beast that was worse than pigs and dogs.