Deep in the Living
Chapter 353 - 341 Filming

Chapter 353: Chapter 341 Filming

"What’s going on... According to the script, wasn’t Squad Leader supposed to quietly open the Corner and release Luo Di after I fell asleep? And then attack me in my sleep? Why didn’t they come after me, but instead killed the innkeeper at the front desk.

No, the Squad Leader hasn’t woken up at all; she’s still sleeping, and the Corner hasn’t formed.

Also, this method of killing doesn’t match Luo Di’s style; he would only cut his target in two with a single strike and wouldn’t carry out such brutal and pathological killings.

Right now, this Insect seems truly dead, its body completely crushed, with not a single intact organ or bone inside.

What is really going on? A sudden development? Why not pause, why is the filming still ongoing?"

Agatha examined the corpse at the front desk, her expression becoming grave.

However, due to the immersive effect brought by the Neurological Photography Studio, she didn’t act contrary to her character portrayal, continuing to maintain her acting state.

"Could it be a method of the Evil Play?

The director outwardly conforms to our performance, but secretly set a method, arranging a cruel and despicable Demon Ascension entity to interfere with the performance, creating conflicts and surprises, and thereby shooting a film he wants?

Also not right... The director’s relationship with the Great Monastery is relatively good, and he’s considered a sensible guy among the Evil Play, shouldn’t do such a thing.

What’s going on?"

Just as Agatha was falling into confusion.

Clang~ A metallic tremor shook within her, a sense of being watched coming from the left passageway, forcing her head to snap towards it.

In the instant she turned her head,

a flash of strong light emerged from the depths of the passageway.

Even Agatha’s Demon Eyes were affected, unable to focus for a moment. By the time the halo dissipated and her vision returned, there was not a single person in the passageway, only a deathly silence.

"Who!?"

With the exclusive iron rod in hand, her spirit was highly focused.

Agatha assumed the posture of pursuing a Wanted Criminal, moving her body to step into the passageway on this side.

"The thing that just flashed, seemed like some kind of metal object, not something the Evil Play would use."

Fzzzz~

One by one, tiny iron rods grew from Agatha’s back, steaming as they enhanced her perception abilities.

She continued to play the role of the Iron Pillar Nun in the film, hunting down the mysterious entity performing killings in the hotel, but as she delved deeper into this side of the hotel passageway, her expression grew increasingly serious, even metallic beads of cold sweat trickling down the side of her face.

Thud, thud, thud!

Heavy footsteps stomped on the ground, making sound.

Passing by orderly spaced guest rooms,

as long as there were guests staying in the rooms, the doors were all wide open, displaying scenes inside that made Agatha’s face look unpleasant.

She had once hunted down several Wanted Criminals, all of them people addicted to killing.

But these Wanted Criminals’ killings were clean and swift, at most using the corpses for their own purposes, but never using the bodies to express some kind of fetish, to showcase a certain image, one that could arouse a sense of fear.

If the guests were male, their heads would be removed, and their mouths stuffed with objects.

While the females would be stripped and hung in the air, also stuffed with things. Some were even fixed to the walls in strange poses, with some incomprehensible artistic images painted around them in blood.

The guests were all unmistakably dead,

a group of performers all of whom were capable Insects, though the doors were not opened, their Game Brains were basically saturated.

Such behavior would have long ago prompted the issuance of a corresponding Warrant for the perpetrator in the True Hell within the Great Monastery. Yet now it occurred on what was supposed to be an incredibly safe filming set.

Since such behavior had occurred, Agatha, as the Iron Pillar Nun, had a duty to find the culprit and punish them.

Very soon,

she reached the end of the first floor.

Buzz! The metallic iron rods on her back sensed something, a metal object existing in the room to the right, likely the object that emitted the flash just now.

Agatha didn’t attempt to turn the doorknob,

but instead directly hefted her iron rod! Boom... The thick wooden door of the hotel was smashed to pieces, filling the room with debris.

But the empty guest room inside was devoid of people, the bed tidy, and the candles unlit. This room hadn’t been booked, and no one was living here.

However, the metal sensing persisted.

"The bathroom?"

Treading over the floor full of wood fragments, Agatha quickly approached the bathroom partition, her iron rod ready to swing again at any moment.

Buzz! She turned and entered!

But the iron rod in her hand still didn’t swing out, the bathroom also empty, its squat toilet hole carefully checked by Agatha, no one hiding inside.

The metal sensing originated from the washbasin inside, where it seemed something had been placed in the sink.

As Agatha approached the sink, her gaze finally locked onto the source of the metal sensing.

A metallic photo camera sat in the filthy sink.

She had never come into contact with the human world and didn’t know what this thing was. She quickly obtained information about the internal components of the camera through her perception of metal, ensuring it posed no danger.

Since there was no danger, Agatha decided to reach out and grab the thing to track the target using the residual aura on it.

But just as she reached out.

Snap! A sound was heard, followed by an instant blinding flash!

The top of the Polaroid camera also printed out a photograph,

a frontal shot of Agatha reaching out.

As she saw the photo, Agatha entered a "synchronized state" with herself in the photo, and her body became immobile.

All the metals within her ceased their activity, with only some old metals carrying ancient attributes able to tremble slightly.

Simultaneously,

the candles in the guest room behind her were lit one by one, and the diffused candlelight illuminated the entire dark guest room, penetrating into the bathroom.

The mirror surface on the sink gradually became clear under the light.

Through the mirror reflection, Agatha could see the situation behind her,

and she saw a pink soft shoe stepping out,

followed closely by,

a genteel man with slicked-back hair appearing behind her,

whose face and figure did not resemble a demon but were more like "human," akin to Luo Di.

However, the dangerous aura emanating from this "human" was very strong, surpassing all the wanted criminals Agatha had chased so far, with a strange fear beyond just danger.

The man approached unhurriedly, and his lips, smeared with lipstick, emitted a standard English accent:

"I didn’t expect to fall for it and be forced to lower my avatar, drawn into such an interesting world... It’s just that the women here are too inferior; I couldn’t find any that fit the criteria on the whole floor.

You’re not bad.

Your features and facial structure meet the standards; your growth and development are quite good, just your physique is too exaggerated~ But I don’t mind switching tastes once in a while, after all, you don’t belong to humans, and my standards should be relaxed a bit."

The moist tongue had already fallen on Agatha’s neck.

Not only disgusting,

Agatha could feel that the saliva seemed to be infiltrating her flesh, further paralyzing her whole body. Now she couldn’t even manifest wickedly, only a bit of old metal was struggling.

Snap~

This ancestral attribute caused Agatha’s neck to suddenly move, surprising the man behind her greatly, pausing his licking.

"You can actually move... It seems there’s something special deep in your flesh, let me taste it well~"

The licking continued,

while his hand reached forward,

Agatha wanted to struggle but couldn’t even blink,

at that moment,

something suddenly fell from above, landing directly on the man’s tongue surface, conveying a strong sense of disgust.

"What is this?"

The man took a closer look, finding a disgusting maggot on his tongue, not only tasting stimulating but also highly corrosive.

He almost vomited on the spot, biting off his own tongue; such a tongue could no longer be used.

But in the next second, something else fell, and several maggots landed on his head, shoulders, and shoe top.

Looking up.

The originally normal bathroom ceiling was now full of holes, densely packed with insect eggs growing on it, quickly hatching large numbers of maggots.

The intense disgust drove the man out of the bathroom, even though there was barely a girl who fit his criteria before him.

In the next second.

Maggots fell like rain, engulfing everything in the bathroom.

Corroding the camera and the photos between the sink, with the damage to the photos, Agatha regained freedom in her body and muttered:

"Manifest Wickedness!"

Her internal metal returned to normal, frantically sounding off,

Intense smoke began to rise.

Agatha fed the metal with her robust body, showing a deeper monk-like posture.

Condensed flesh emitted a metallic sheen, and the monk leather also immediately shrunk, clinging tightly to the body after wicked manifestation.

Thirteen iron pillars grew from her back, conducting piston movements at different frequencies...

Below the bridge of the nose was covered with metal, resembling wearing a metal mask, her widened pupils determined to crush the man from earlier.