Deep in the Living
Chapter 350 - 338: The Captive

Chapter 350: Chapter 338: The Captive

A certain passage that seems to be inside a company or hospital,

Buzzing sound!

Every five meters on the gray-white walls hang tubular fluorescent lights, the corners of the metal lampshade rusted with brown spots. The ballast emits a buzzing sound like an old-fashioned radio.

The white ceramic tiles at the base of the wall have long turned yellow, with moss in the grout lines, and in some chipped cement gaps, you can still see the grass-green paint from the seventies.

However, this passage seems a bit too long, with numerous doors and branching paths.

A pure white figure is running here, revealing a pair of pale legs and feet beneath the white dress, veins covering the skin like marble patterns.

Above the legs and feet is a white dress, lightweight and ethereal. Through the light of incandescent lamps, one can glimpse the graceful figure beneath, the gently rising body like a budding lotus pod stirring imaginations.

Strangely,

though she is clearly running, with her feet obviously contacting the ground, there is no sound.

Above the dress, there is no expected youthful face; her entire face is completely obscured by thick black hair.

In the process of rapidly running, the black hair occasionally sways, revealing a pure white eyeball amid the mist of death.

The running speed keeps increasing,

when reaching the limit, she even switches to crawling on all fours.

It seems she is tracking something,

or perhaps she is fleeing from something.

After a long period of rapid movement, her stamina evidently wanes, and her speed decreases.

Just then a restroom appears in front of her, but she doesn’t choose the women’s room; instead, she crawls into the men’s room, full of mottled walls and urinals strewn with cigarette butts.

No sound leaks during the whole process.

She doesn’t hide in any stall; instead, she crawls onto the ceiling’s partition for a short rest.

After just a five-second pause, she seems to have recovered.

Just as she prepares to leave,

click! A light pink soft shoe unexpectedly steps at the restroom entrance.

A man in a white shirt and cropped trousers, hair slicked back, walks in.

The man seems unaware of the woman in white hiding on the ceiling partition; he merely approaches the filthy washbasin.

He takes out a tissue to distance his fingers from the rusty faucet, turning on a tap that perhaps hasn’t been touched for years, or even decades.

With a sound like an old man’s lament from the pipes, streams of clear water flow out.

The man seems quite satisfied with the water’s quality, organizing some loose black hair while washing his hands. Strangely, though the mirror directly faces him, the reflection always remains blurry.

After a brief tidying up,

the man reaches into his pants pocket again, takes out several photos, and places them by the sink.

In the photos is the woman in white, taken at different locations.

There are images of her standing normally,

of her lying there eating,

and of her curled up, asleep in the darkness.

Meanwhile,

the woman in white on the ceiling has moved immediately behind him, her body bristling at the sight of these photos, each strand of black hair seemingly floating weightlessly.

Amidst the black hair, a tongue inscribed with curse marks protrudes, her entire body wrapped in strange curse seals, able to curse the target instantly upon touch.

Her body floats in the air, slowly descending.

When only five meters remain between her and the man, she suddenly accelerates, her elbow dislocating during the process, extending her arm.

Just as her fingers are about to touch him.

Click!

The shutter of the camera in the man’s hand is pressed.

With the sound and a blinding flash, a bottle shatters, and a burst of colors spills onto that thick, glossy paper.

The man completed the photography via the mirror’s reflection.

He managed to capture an image of the woman in white suspended in the air.

Corresponding to the static state in the photo, she too is completely immobilized in the air behind him, maintaining the same state as in the photo.

Aura of curses continually spills out, attempting to break free,

the corresponding photo also begins to smoke, as if the curse would completely consume it.

Just as she seems about to break free,

snap!

A rubber glove-clad hand tightly gripped her throat, while a saliva-covered tongue started licking from her soles.

Wherever the tongue touched, the Curse Seal vanished completely, leaving only sticky saliva.

"A men’s restroom, filthy and chaotic, gender contrast, I like these elements... I didn’t expect you to pick such a place, no wonder you’re my chosen woman."

Two hours later.

A door with at least eighteen locks opened,

An 80s television was playing a strange, bizarre cult show,

The man with a slicked-back hairstyle returned here, back to his residence. One hand was adjusting his slightly tight underpants, while the other hand held a leash.

The other end of the leash was the woman in white, the collar around her neck fully embedded, seemingly restraining the pituitary gland within.

He tugged the leash through the living room,

More than twenty bedrooms lay before him, though it was more accurate to call them prison cells.

Each door was nailed with a photo of a young girl, and one corresponded to the girl in white.

"No running next time, considering how you cooperated this time, chose the site satisfactorily, I’ll treat it like a thrilling field game.

If you run again, this room will have to be vacated, and your fate will be like that of the sister next door."

The man tightened the leash in the corner of the room, tethering the woman inside like a pet.

He didn’t leave immediately but instead knelt on one knee, swept away black hair, and gave the woman in white a deep farewell kiss.

For the time being, he might lose interest in her; even with normal rotation, it would take a while.

Clank!

The room door closed, chains locked.

The man once more adjusted the seemingly one-size-too-small underpants in the groin area.

Returning to the living room area to continue watching the TV program, he had just sat down when it switched to a lengthy intermission ad.

Bored.

He reached into his pocket to retrieve a small box labeled "uncollected."

Inside were photos taken secretly of young girls, each an elusive yet highly alluring target.

Having already vented today, he had no interest in going out tonight.

While savoring these somewhat blurry hidden-camera photos,

One suddenly tasted different.

His body jolted, scrutinizing the girl in the photo, whose fuzzy image began to sharpen.

The man hastily extended his tongue, licking the photo’s surface, as if tasting that tender skin and the newly grown black hair.

The girl in the photo was Wu Wen, captured during the delicate moment of "changing clothes."

He shut off the TV,

Inhaling the fragrance from the photo and set off.

......

[True Hell - Synarchia, Grand Theater]

Actor Dormitory (Luo Di)

The dormitory door was suddenly pushed open, the Squad Leader left the room alone, claiming she needed to go to the photoshoot studio to set up the connection for the Corner-like Space in advance.

A hint of blush on her face quickly faded, her expression turned cold, even a flash of urgency flickered in her eyes.

Walking alone through the dormitory corridor, she soon found David’s office again.

The door was already open, as if David knew she would come, and had already set up seating for her.

With the Squad Leader seated, the office door temporarily closed.

"Hook said you’re quite a sensible human girl, which is why I didn’t kill you immediately... After all, you’ve already exceeded the limits.

Go ahead, tell me your true purpose for coming to Hell with such careful planning."

The Squad Leader squeezed out a professional smile, "I am very selfish, I came for Luo Di and myself, of course... after our recent conversation, I believe we could also benefit you.

I already mentioned when I met Luo Di this time, I spent a significant cost, constructed an avatar to detach temporarily from the corner, found Luo Di, and connected Hell to escape a predicament I couldn’t handle alone.

Perhaps Mr. David’s Hell Space abilities could resonate with my spatial capacities.

So, this is what I have in mind..."

As the Squad Leader explained, the fat on David’s face slightly trembled, the curtain-like eyelids gently swayed.

"I see! Indeed, when I was probing Luo Di’s memories, I discovered your specialness... Such a dangerous, cunning creature you are, missing the Evil Play is a pity.

If things turn out satisfactorily,

I personally permit you to participate in the Brain Festival like Luo Di, after all, you’re also considered half Hell Creature, which shouldn’t be against the rules."