Planting

[Chinatown Youth Apartment]

Luo Di, who had slept on the sofa overnight, got up at six o'clock as usual, even though he had watched a movie with the class monitor until about one o'clock the night before.

After peeking through the crack in the bedroom door at the class monitor who was sleeping soundly inside, he quietly left.

They switched the Investigator uniform to a bodysuit underneath, and then put on a light jacket.

Having developed a habit of jogging during his previous investigation of the Ghost Bride case, he ate a simple breakfast and then ran directly to the City Investigation Bureau, which was ten kilometers away.

Perhaps it's because I've been pretending to be Mr. D for too long these past few days and I've become too immersed in the role.

While running, Luo Di would unconsciously release murderous intent, causing passersby to feel as if they were stepping into a slaughterhouse and unconsciously give way.

Even those who deliberately try to block the way because of their physical strength will instinctively dodge when Luo Di runs close by, breaking out in a cold sweat.

The journey was smooth sailing until we were stopped by a traffic light.

It's already seven o'clock.

The sidewalks were crowded with adults on their way to work, as well as students in school uniforms.

Luo Di squeezed in among them, waiting for the traffic light.

Just then, a student with a schoolbag was standing next to him, and his thoughts were unconsciously drawn back to his time at No. 4 Middle School, and to that night.

Somehow,

The complex Hell Symbol, those Hell Symbol that combined six-pointed stars, spirals, and unknown runes, suddenly appeared clearly in Luo Di's mind, even though he hadn't thought about it.

At the same time,

Green light switching

The crowds standing on both sides of the sidewalk began to walk towards each other.

The sounds of sneakers, leather shoes, and high heels entered my ears one after another.

But to Luo Di, it gradually changed, becoming the sound of metal boots stepping on the surface of bones.

Because someone was pushing him from behind, Luo Di unconsciously took a step forward.

The shoes that should have been on the sidewalk stepped instead onto the wet, sticky, and scorching red soil.

The surrounding crowd transformed into Hell Spines, wielding sharp weapons and clad in heavy armor.

The crowd walking across the street transformed into rotting, swollen Hell Tumor-folk.

In the blink of an eye,

A grieving patient, burdened by a giant tumor on his back and with his head encased in spherical parasites, had already arrived before them.

His physique was more than twice the size of Luo Di's.

The intestines hanging outside the stomach continuously excrete filth.

He also held a longsword covered in parasite eggs; if it struck a target, the eggs would enter the target's body.

The rotten blade strikes down!

Sensing the threat of death, Luo Di quickly activated his spine and used his left hand, which was covered in barbed wire, to block the attack.

Buzz!

Red soil, war, and hell have vanished.

In return, all I heard were the sounds of sirens and voices.

Luo Di was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, blocking several cars.

The community staff responsible for traffic control noticed that he was acting strangely and suspected that he might be Pseudo-Human, so they gently tapped him with their baton.

Little did he know that Luo Di would grab him and even bind him with terrifying wires.

This sudden change startled the community staff, who immediately called the Investigation Bureau, but his wristband was suddenly pressed down by a rough and strong hand.

Just when he thought he was going to die.

An investigator's badge with the number "I" was shown to him.

"You... are an investigator."

"Trainee Investigator Luo Di, I'm sorry for obstructing traffic."

"No... it's nothing."

"Um."

After a brief explanation,

Ignoring the gazes of the crowd, Luo Di quickly disappeared down the street; the Investigation Bureau building was just a short distance ahead.

"It happened again... This time it was still on the street. I didn't take any drugs. It was just that the scene and the battlefield had some similarities, and I happened to be lost in memories and remembered the Hell Symbol."

While such an experience is stimulating, it is not a good sign.

If I can't control this situation, it could easily lead to big problems during the Sisterhood Gathering.

It would be best to go to the Fifth Hospital later to ask Mr. Hook for clarification.

Luo Di was panting heavily. He had faced all sorts of Pseudo-Human and had teetered on the brink of death many times.

But the feeling of being on the battlefield just now was completely different; the extreme pressure made it hard for him to breathe.

"The creatures in the True Hell are terrifyingly strong. When my spine is fully developed and I project my way to the Spine People's stronghold, I will most likely have to go to the battlefield."

Once a consciousness projection dies in the True Hell, it is equivalent to a real death.

I must also find ways to utilize the resources of this world to improve myself, hoping to obtain a suitable pituitary gland for "heterogeneous feeding" as soon as possible.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the Investigation Bureau building.

After Luo Di's identity was verified at the entrance, he immediately received a message from higher-ups instructing him to take the elevator at the far end of the lobby and touch the buttons in a specific numerical order.

The elevator did not stop at any floor, taking Luo Di directly to the top floor of the tallest building in Pluto City.

Bite!

[City Council - Highest Level]

The elevator goes directly to the center of the conference room, where the seats are right outside the door.

Surrounded by a platform of seats five meters high,

Seated here are three rare senior investigators and a senior executive from the Research Bureau, who essentially represent the highest level of expertise in Pluto City.

They had already established a special cooperative relationship with Luo Di and were aware of his other identity as "Mr. D".

One of the senior investigators was also the director of the City Investigation Bureau.

"Your performance at the Fighting Arena the other day was outstanding. According to what you said before, you should have already received permission to go to the 'Sorority', right?"

"Yes, we will be heading to the assembly area in a week."

"Since you are going there under a false identity, you cannot bring anything related to the Investigation Bureau. All we can do is help you conceal your identity and provide assistance in a non-investigator form."

The [Death Row K] you killed the other day was a relatively rare special species. I don't need to explain its specific attributes; as the one who killed it, you know it better than anyone else.

This pituitary gland will be your reward.

And the Research Bureau will fully cooperate.

How you want to use it—as a prop, implanted, or even injected—is all possible.

Luo Di initially wanted to use the pituitary gland to pay off his debt, but then the class monitor's words immediately came to mind: perhaps there was no need to rush to pay back the money.

Ultimately, they changed their approach, saying, "This pituitary gland isn't quite compatible with my individual constitution, so injection or pica isn't suitable. What are the best recommendations for the other two methods?"

"You already possess a weapon made from a special pituitary gland, and you've even demonstrated its full-body effectiveness in the competition."

I suggest you have a pituitary implant placed on the back of your hand, which can significantly improve finger dexterity and aggression.

If your synchronization rate with this implanted pituitary gland is high enough, you might even be able to manifest an external spiritual form after becoming proficient in its use.

Are there any side effects to "planting a demon"?

"Yes! It has significant side effects for the average person."

Especially for Pseudo-Human are inherently related to "Limb Phobia," implanting their pituitary glands into corresponding limbs may have a good effect, but the pituitary gland will continuously influence you, tempting you to commit various heinous acts on a physical level.

For example, you might lose control of your fingers and suddenly poke the blindness of the friend you're chatting with.

However, it will have almost no impact on you, who personally killed the prisoner and is the Connector.

Your spine, as a brand-new nerve management center, can suppress and limit the influence of the pituitary gland.

Even if you don't want it anymore, you can simply remove the pituitary gland from the back of your hand.

"If I still plan to eat different foods in the future, will this thing planted on the back of my hand have any effect?"

"Won't."

"Do I need to go to the Research Bureau for surgery?"

"The head of this Research Bureau, who is also the city's expert in pituitary surgery, finds ' Limb Seed Demonization ' very simple and can perform the surgery here."

Another thing I need to remind you is that...

Once the demonic seed is identified, its information will be entered into Mr. D's personal information. As the investigator, you must not reveal the demonic seed on the back of your hand until the Sorority incident is resolved.

"Okay, come on."

The surgical expert arrived in front of Luo Di with the prepared equipment.

1. The pituitary glands of death row inmates stored within the "Simulated Brain Box".

2. A metal ring with an embedded chip and an electric current.

3. A portable automated surgical instrument that can fit in the palm of your hand.

Of course, some common surgical instruments will not be described.

Luo Di immediately noticed something strange about the metal ring. "What is this metal ring?"

"The connection and restraint device can both ensure the neural connection between the pituitary gland and the implantation site, and restrict the autonomy of the pituitary gland, reducing the influence of the corner."

"This isn't entirely human technology, is it?"

"It's a technology that was brought from a corner of the capital and has been widely used in demon cultivation with excellent results."

While the two were chatting, the expert had already cleaned and disinfected the back of Luo Di's hand and started the surgical instruments.

Follow the instructions to insert your palm into the instrument and select the center of the back of your right hand as the planting area.

The expert asked, "Is local anesthesia required?"

"Need not."

"Then the surgery begins."

The laser cut a 3cm long and 1.7cm deep opening in the palm along the gap between metacarpal bones III and IV.

The incision is opened using a miniature robotic arm.

"Pituitary Ring" implantation

Due to insufficient space, the metacarpals need to be cut and modified so that the ring can be fitted between the two metacarpals and completely fixed without affecting the basic structure of the back of the hand.

Once the bone and the Pituitary Ring are completely fitted together.

Experts removed the pituitary gland from the "Simulated Brain Box" and precisely placed it between the pre-embedded Pituitary Ring using an instrument.

Perfect restraint!

The microcurrent between the Pituitary Ring immediately passes through the pituitary gland, completing the internal and external neural connection.

Buzz!

Even though it was just an implant on the back of his hand, Luo Di received brain signals from his pituitary gland and saw images of Death Row K's childhood.

A poor child whose family was slaughtered by Pseudo-Human, and who lives with his adoptive father and is subjected to finger-pointing abuse.

Just as Luo Di was savoring the bitter taste of this tragic memory, some kind of substance from the pituitary gland attempted to invade his consciousness.

Despair!

The tongue snaps, hellish pressure is applied, and instant peace is found.

Throughout the entire surgery, Luo Di showed no change in expression.

As the final suturing was completed, the surgical machine also performed an implantation check, and a value representing the synchronization rate appeared on the screen.

87.1%

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