Last Day

During this period, every time Luo Di went to the Dean's Office, he would take off his outer clothes and trousers without saying a word, leaving only his underwear.

Then he would lie down on the ground.

Sometimes lying flat,

Sometimes lying on your back,

Because of the wounds left on his body from the previous fight, and because there was a noticeable lump in a certain part of his body.

In addition to giving him some regular massage, the hospital director also happened to have recently bought a lot of Traditional Chinese Medicine books and learned a special technique called "acupuncture".

Although it hasn't been tried on any patients yet, it's reasonable to assume that Luo Di is a Connector with extraordinary physical abilities. As long as the acupuncture is performed according to the acupoints, there shouldn't be any major problems.

To ensure everything went perfectly, the dean also placed a perspective diagram of acupoints in human proportions on Luo Di's back.

With each needle inserted, Luo Di's body trembled. He sweated profusely during the acupuncture treatment but never cried out, his teeth clenched tightly.

It seemed to be quite effective; some of the lumps on Luo Di's body really did disappear.

And somehow, the dean gradually fell in love with acupuncture during this process, even enjoying the feeling of Luo Di's body trembling with each needle.

This feeling was more exhilarating than anything he had ever done in his life.

But as Luo Di leaves the office each day, he falls into deep self-blame, constantly reflecting on his terrible thoughts, and the next day when Luo Di takes off his clothes and lies down, he can't help but prick himself with acupuncture.

Four days have passed.

The dean's acupuncture skills have become increasingly proficient, and he now has enough confidence to open a Traditional Chinese Medicine acupuncture clinic.

Just as he was lost in the wonderful fantasy of opening a shop to give acupuncture to other people,

The silver needle, aimed at the Fengfu acupoint on the back of the head, was accidentally inserted too forcefully and too deeply, reaching the medulla oblongata. If this happened to an ordinary person, it would likely result in lifelong disability, but Luo Di's spine happened to interact with this needle in some way.

Ah!

Luo Di, who had been enduring the pain for days, screamed in agony as the needle was administered, his cries nearly shattering the glass in the office.

His body suddenly contracted.

To be precise, it's spinal curvature.

Its body, which was originally lying flat on the ground, arched up completely like an arch bridge, somewhat resembling a shrimp.

The exposed back also gradually split along the midline.

When the spine inside is exposed, the first thing that catches the eye is its metallic sheen, and you can also faintly see that the nerves around the spine are also stained with this metal.

The dean is very sensible.

He knew very well that this was a change that was happening to Luo Di as the "Connector".

In order not to disrupt this change, the dean decisively left his office and stood guard outside the door, signaling all the security guards who had rushed over after hearing the shouts to leave and try not to make any noise.

The dean became the only security guard left outside, waiting silently.

While waiting, he idly played with the silver needles he used for acupuncture, and before he knew it, he had twisted the needle tips into a hook shape.

He was so fascinated by this hooked structure that he even used acupuncture to insert the hooks into his skin.

This slight pain was so comfortable to the dean.

He was enjoying the process for a short while,

Click! The office door opened.

Luo Di, drenched in sweat, came out, shook the hospital director's hand, and bowed his head in gratitude.

"Dean, thank you for taking care of me these past few days. I have urgent business to attend to and must leave now."

"Okay!"

The dean had already put the hook into his pocket immediately, but the holes and wounds left by the hook were still visible on the back of his hand and wrist.

Luo Di noticed it too, but didn't say anything.

Since it has been confirmed that the dean's consciousness will not disappear, and he himself likes this change, it may be a good thing.

Currently, the number of Pseudo-Human across the country is constantly increasing, and the possibility of a complete loss of control cannot be ruled out. If the Dean can indeed establish a strange connection with Mr. Hook, he might be able to survive when danger strikes.

After calculating the time,

Luo Di spent a day recuperating in the hospital, a day undergoing demonic implantation at the Investigation Bureau, and then four days in Mental Hospital.

There's only one day left until the Sisterhood Gathering a week from now.

It was already dusk, and according to the habits of the Pseudo-Human, they might need to set off in the early hours of the morning. Luo Di rushed home as quickly as possible.

Aside from the time spent traveling by car, he ran the entire way without stopping.

Since the elevator was still stuck on a high floor, he decisively climbed the stairs to the eleventh floor and returned to his studio apartment.

To their surprise, the apartment door wasn't locked at all, and there was even a meaty aroma wafting out.

Push open the door,

The table was laden with steaming dishes: boiled sliced pork, hot pot fish, stir-fried lettuce, and lotus root and pork rib soup.

Just as Luo Di entered the house,

The class monitor, wearing an apron, was carrying two bowls of rice out of the kitchen.

She merely glanced at Luo Di, who was in the shoe-changing area, and said nothing.

The look in his eyes and the atmosphere he exuded gave Luo Di a truly strange feeling; he had never experienced anything like it before.

Since the class monitor seemed to be moving rather slowly, it appeared that the assembly wasn't in a hurry. He gradually calmed his breathing and sat down at the dining table.

But just as Luo Di was about to pick up his chopsticks to eat...

Snap!

A pair of chopsticks struck Luo Di's fingers hard, the force almost bending the metal chopsticks.

"Didn't you wash your hands after coming back from the hospital?"

The squad leader was looking at him sideways, his forced smile looking very stiff.

"Oh."

Luo Di didn't know what was going on either. He went to the bathroom to wash up and then sat back down. The class monitor sat motionless the whole time, seemingly waiting for him to start the meal together.

They sat down again.

When Luo Di picked up his chopsticks to take a slice of boiled pork that was covered in chili oil,

The cold voice interrupted the action again:

"Not a single phone call, and you've been missing for five days, is that it?"

The squad leader's sudden assertiveness and change of attitude startled Luo Di. "I was originally planning to come back in three days, but Mr. Hook insisted that I stay for four days."

"How about it?"

"This has solved a major problem and ensured that we won't make any mistakes when we go to the market next."

"Oh... eat quickly, I made this especially for you."

Although I guessed you had something important that caused the delay, next time if something similar happens, it would be nice to send me a message. I don't dare call you, afraid of affecting your mental state.

"Okay, I understand."

Luo Di had only eaten breakfast today, and immediately transformed into a glutton, devouring all the food on the table.

The squad leader caught a glimpse of him so engrossed in eating and burst out laughing in exasperation.

Just when Luo Di felt he was almost full, the class monitor suddenly took out a CD. The cover showed a woman's head with only one eye peeking out from her hair.

"I was bored, so I went to Image Store and bought a copy of the famous ghost movie ' The Ring ' that I often heard people talk about when I was in school."

Let's watch this tonight?

"A horror movie?"

Luo Di wasn't very interested in these kinds of supernatural movies. In his opinion, the human characters in most ghost movies were too weak and all they knew was how to run away, making it impossible for him to empathize with them.

If he were the victim, he would probably try every means to confront the vengeful ghost head-on.

"Anyway, I'm bored, so this is a way to kill time."

When I was at home, I never watched any movies.

The main reason is that the female ghost on the cover looks a lot like a very dangerous 'sister' from the sorority, and I can also chat about her situation and the gathering tomorrow.

What time is tomorrow?

"We'll leave by car at 3 p. m. and arrive around 9 p. m... Stop talking nonsense~ Go wash the dishes, I'll put the plates away."

When Luo Di came out of the kitchen, the squad leader had already changed into a nightgown and was squatting on the sofa, in the spot where the head had been placed before the resurrection.

When Luo Di sat down...

Click! All the lights in the room went out, and the TV screen suddenly displayed the theme of "The Ring".

The two viewers, however, showed no expression whatsoever. Indeed, this kind of paranoia held no appeal for them. The only redeeming quality was the storyline itself, which was passable.

When the movie is halfway through and a less important plot point comes up...

Two fleshy calves stretched out and gently rested on Luo Di's thighs. The class monitor, who had been squatting on the sofa, now lay flat on his back.

"Could you massage my legs? I've been out all day. Then I came back to research a new cuisine, and I've been standing the whole time."

However, Luo Di remained silent, staring intently at the constantly changing images on the screen, seemingly completely absorbed in the moment.

Following closely behind,

The fleshy calf slowly changed, becoming slightly shorter, slender, and adept at running, becoming familiar with its surroundings.

"Can I pinch it now?"

After waiting for more than ten seconds, just as the squad leader was about to pull his leg back...

The five fingers were inserted into the calf in a fairly regular manner, instantly relaxing the tense muscles. The class monitor would really not believe that he hadn't practiced this technique before.

The class monitor continued, "Do you really care that much about my appearance? Even if I transform into Isabella, I'm still me at heart, there's no difference."

Furthermore, the "Wu Wen" you know might be entirely a facade, both outwardly and inwardly. Perhaps she harbored ulterior motives from the moment she met you, or perhaps she's simply a bad woman?

Just as the squad leader said these words,

Luo Di's eyes, which had been fixed on the television, suddenly snapped over, then slowly turned back.

"You just happened to like the thing I hate the most... Sigh, now I don't hate myself as much anymore."