The prison immediately cremated the body and erased all related documents, leaving no trace of Wendy All.
However, Luo Di was not in a good state,
not because Wendy had caused him any injuries or impacts, but because the slaughter in the Border City Prison had once again triggered severe tremors in his spine, far exceeding the reaction from the Pseudo-Person elimination in Moon City.
It felt as if the tentacles confined in his cervical vertebrae could barely hold, about to be crushed by the pressure in the spine.
This special prison, isolated from the city, seemed to have a particularly strong influence on his spine, a sensation he had already felt upon entering the prison.
Luo Di suspected he might have found the second "Fifth Hospital,"
Not daring to stay longer,
he quickly jogged to the lobby, retrieved his belongings left at security, and swiftly departed.
The restlessness in his spine required Luo Di to focus all his attention there, suppressing the impulse of consciousness that connected to the True Hell, and he marched forward with his head buried the whole way.
About to exit the prison doors.
He bumped head-on into someone entering the prison.
Luo Di took a small step back, while the other party retreated three steps in contrast.
Looking up, the person he bumped into was taller and had a bigger build than Luo Di, with a silver suit nearly bursting at the seams from his muscles, a shiny bald head adorned with sunglasses, and conspicuous veins throbbing on his face.
The companion accompanying him was also a muscular man in a suit, with a physique nearly identical to the first.
There were no identifiable marks on them,
neither the I-type symbol of the investigators nor standard uniforms like the prison staff nor any company-related symbols - it was impossible to tell which power they belonged to.
Luo Di didn’t apologize but instead immediately stepped out the prison gate, his spine calming down and the pressure vanishing right away.
The bumped bald man was not pleased and felt the urge to cause trouble, but the impact left a lingering pain in his abs.
The sensation didn’t feel like hitting flesh; it was more like striking a metallic surface bristling with thorns.
The bald man gestured with his hands that he was unharmed and swiftly passed by Luo Di to head into the prison.
A scent reached Luo Di’s nose,
a strong odor emanating from the pituitary.
It was even more potent than that of the Pseudo-People, an intensity Luo Di had never encountered before.
"These two have undergone massive ’Seed Demon’ modifications throughout their bodies, probably with one implanted in each hand and foot, and also on their back. They must have already accepted the Corner system... How could there be so many pituitary glands at their disposal? Special personnel from the Investigation Bureau?"
Luo Di looked at his own right hand, where he had performed only a single Seed Demon implantation, which was very effective.
The fingers, once usable for combat and massage, were now changing with the integration of the Corner system, to be precise, they were being assimilated and infected by a grey substance, capable of transforming into a special Spiritual Body tentacle.
Luo Di then ran to the beach area, ready to leave the site using the same transportation method.
The two men who had a physical collision with Luo Di were holding a special permit, seeking an audience with the Prison Director. Their sole purpose of being here was to find someone.
To find this person, they had already spent a full month.
Frankly, the two didn’t want to come to this place at all, as the Border City Prison was an isolated institution independent of the World Bureau, and its administrator was rumored to be a tyrant.
Those imprisoned here were the real ’troublemakers,’ death row inmates who should have been executed already, except they were preserved for some time due to some remaining value on them.
Once their value was squeezed dry, they would meet death here.
Either accepting the prison’s own execution,
or by investigators who had once delivered these people here to carry out the execution themselves.
Or for some death row inmates too difficult to kill, the Prison Director would personally carry out the execution.
Zero escapes, zero upheavals, zero complaints.
The two muscular men coming out of the Prison Director’s office were sweating all over; even though their suits had an excellent sweat-absorbing feature, it could not stop the sweat from seeping out.
They quickly injected some kind of milky liquid into the back of their heads, striving to alleviate their brain’s tense state.
Nevertheless, they managed to get the information; the person they were looking for had already died, meaning all they had to do now was return and report.
After today, no matter how difficult or even life-threatening the tasks assigned to them, they would never want to return to this prison.
On an express bus departing from Haiwang City, Luo Di had booked the entire compartment.
Since his rental room in Moon City was at risk of theft, he brought all his valuable items with him on this long trip, including a briefcase.
From the outside, it looked just like an ordinary black metal briefcase, but its interior had long been modified by Luo Di with torture devices, capable of blocking the penetration of most scanning equipment.
As Luo Di unfolded the briefcase in the private room,
a scorching breath was rapidly released,
the inner walls of the briefcase were made into a structure similar to the Iron Maiden, with sharp spikes holding pituitaries individually bound by fine metal wires, each one different.
This was the sum total of Luo Di’s active involvement in underground activities over the past month. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
He did not intend to use them himself; possessing too many and too varied pituitary glands or bodily implants could disrupt his own system rather than being beneficial.
These pituitaries would instead be used to repay his debts to Mr. Hook.
Luo Di took out a balloon-like pituitary from his sleeve and placed it in the last vacant spot of the briefcase, filling it completely.
The destination of this express bus was Mingwang City.
He was not in a hurry to return to investigate the so-called Murderer organization. In Luo Di’s view, settling his long-outstanding debt was the priority, and it would also show Mr. Hook his current state.
The sound of Hooks clashing.
Mr. Hook, who was designing a brand new torture device, smelled a gray scent he had not encountered before. Just a month ago, it was very faint, barely a threat, but now it was taking shape.
"Growing up fast, huh.
I suppose someone like you would attract world investments; getting better quicker is normal. However, the pituitary in your brain isn’t yet saturated, I can still smell its potential for development.
Don’t rush. Wait until it’s full before you serve. After all, they are not hurrying you over there."
Luo Di was standing outside the Preaching Room, watching the Hooks inside swaying, ready to strike at any moment. He immediately adjusted his state to express mainly through his spine, allowing the gray to cling all around it.
Fear converged, and the Hooks no longer trembled.
"I’m here to pay back the money."
Luo Di directly threw the torture device-structured briefcase over, "Principal and interest combined, this should suffice in one go."
Mr. Hook was shocked by the entire case of pituitaries, among which were some mature and even complexly structured ones.
"You, a lad, managed to score so much in one month... Huh? This pituitary!"
Mr. Hook quickly scanned each pituitary, and his gaze soon fell on that last one, dull and inflated like a balloon, a damaged pituitary.
The pituitary itself was of high quality,
and from the traces of piercing and slicing scars on the surface of the pituitary, Hook could smell a talent, a talent to endure and accept Suffering... or rather, he could tell that the owner of the pituitary had once been subjected to Hell’s Punishment.
"Did you torture the owner of this pituitary, Pseudo-Person?"
"It looks like they were not lightly tortured, and they even managed to survive. And you, Luo Di, you actually started to actively use torture devices on others, that’s great~ excellent!
Occasional sustained torture , isn’t it more interesting than straightforward killing?"
"Special circumstances require special handling."
Luo Di did not oppose torture, but he would not use it unless necessary, as it was against the nature of a Murderer.
Mr. Hook’s tongue-shaped Hook gently extended, licking the balloon-like pituitary, with a bizarre expression surfacing on his face.
"Luo Di, it’s evident that you harbor extreme hatred for the owner of this pituitary... Do you mind if I carry out Hell Reconstruction on this person?
It’s a terrible waste to lose such a promising seed. Of course~ if you feel upset about it, you can kill her again anytime.
I’m mainly interested to see if a Pseudo-Person who has endured Hell’s Punishment while alive will be more suitable for Hell Reconstruction and an essential transformation.
As for how she is dealt with after reconstruction, you can decide."
Luo Di simply responded coldly:
"These pituitaries are now the property of Mr. Hook, you can do what you see fit with them. However, once this person recovers their former self-consciousness, I will inevitably kill her again."
Hook could taste the hatred emanating from Luo Di.
"Haha~ It’s clear how much you despise this person, and it’s rare to see such emotions from you.
True Hell certainly has its share of villains, and each faction exhibits different forms of evil. Getting used to it early is a good thing for you, as thinner emotions will help you reach the pinnacle of killing and suffering.
Come with me... You should find Hell Reconstruction interesting, after all, Miss Wu was revived in this way.
Plus, you’re now a Suffering Disciple, and you can help me with some tasks.
You can fully participate in the reconstruction process and conduct suitable modifications on the pituitary’s former owner.
Afterwards, how you choose to vent is up to you; even if you don’t kill her but simply use her up, she can still be thrown back to serve as a laborer in the Punishment Room, as long as it’s not wasted, that’s all that matters."