Late at Night

For the first time, Luo Di was completely absorbed in writing the script.

Even the Old Spine was involved.

Luo Di fully immersed himself in the Murderer Image in the script, his Old Spine was also stimulated, especially the Brain Vertebra region, which assisted the pituitary gland in directly activating his long-lost Corner Ability.

Wearing a mask.

Not only that,

The Thoracic Vertebra and lumbar vertebrae were lengthened and thickened, making Luo Di's height reach 1.9 meters and make him even more robust.

Their sitting posture became extremely aggressive.

Even the way he holds the pen has become like he's holding a knife; inspiration flows constantly, and he creates quickly.

Before we knew it, the first draft of the script had been completed.

"Call..."

A breath tinged with an ancient scent escaped Luo Di's lips, signifying the end of his creative process. His palms were surprisingly sweaty, as if he had actually performed a scene from a real movie.

The corresponding Brain Vertebra region of the brain is enhanced during this process, and the integrity of the Old Spine is improved.

Luo Di even vaguely sensed that the new spinal surgery would be a completely different experience, a change that would be more in line with the Black Door Murderer.

"Hmm? Can theatrical brains really grow through non-combat methods, and anything related to theatrical creation can serve as nourishment?"

If the movie actually gets made, perhaps my Old Spine can be repaired.

As Luo Di finished organizing the first draft with great satisfaction, his attention drifted away from it, and he suddenly caught a glimpse of the curtain that had been lifted at some point.

The partition between the bedroom and the living room no longer exists.

Agatha lay motionless on the bed, without the snoring that used to come from the metal tube around her neck, and her body remained completely still.

The only saving grace is that the head and body are still connected.

Before Luo Di could confirm whether Agatha was dead, his other gaze had already caught sight of something else, and even a soft, weightless arm was already resting on his shoulder.

The Old Spine suppressed the tension and slowly tilted its head.

A pair of dark, moist eyes were beside him.

The class monitor had already leaned in, looking at the newly completed first draft of the script, maintaining her signature smile.

"Luo Di, I didn't expect you to have such a talent for screenwriting. The plot above is even more interesting than the movies we've seen. You even wrote me and Sister Agatha into it."

The perfectly normal tone, and the emphasis on Agatha's name, sent a chill down Luo Di once again.

A bead of cold sweat that had just emerged from his pores was quickly swept away by the squad leader's outstretched tongue and savored.

"The smell of tension... Luo Di, what are you so nervous about? You don't actually think I'm going to kill Agatha, cut off her head, and wave at you, do you?"

"Without."

The squad leader slowly moved his head, pressing his face against Luo Di's.

"Don't be nervous, I won't care about such things, even if you did do something in bed. After all, we're so far apart, and Hell has a different attitude towards these kinds of things."

You are the Devil now, and you should follow the rules here.

"Besides, I just tried Agatha's body; it's really big and really comfortable. Want to try it later? She'd probably love it."

"No."

The class monitor smiled and said, "Speaking of which Luo Di, you actually took the initiative to tell her our past stories?"

"Yes, Agatha was very interested in the Human World."

"No wonder~ After I told her the title of 'class monitor', her attitude towards me changed instantly. She became a little fangirl and kept asking me all sorts of details."

I never imagined there would be such an innocent girl in True Hell.

Agatha spent almost her entire life within the Grand Monastery, never experiencing the outside world; it was truly pitiful. I just had a deep conversation with her and also helped improve the circulation in her body.

"The Hell Monk are already confined to the Grand Monastery, and as a nun she is already considered relatively free. This is her first time going out."

"Is this your first time? You'd better be nice to others in hell from now on. As long as you don't have a baby, I can accept it."

"Squad leader... can we talk about serious matters?"

"Let's chat. Your script is pretty good. And Luo Di, you've probably wanted to play a serial killer for a long time, even though you're already the infamous Moon Murderer."

However, acting feels different; what you really want is the feeling of acting.

The reason my pretense resonates with you, and the reason we have such good chemistry, is because deep down you crave performance.

We'll see if we can film a movie here sometime. I wouldn't mind being the female lead. If the performance goes well, I, as an outsider, might even get a reward from the "drama brain."

At that time, perhaps my avatar can bypass the Human World and descend directly into hell from a corner.

"Then let's take the script to the boss now and see how his equipment is ready, and whether it can support the filming."

Taking the opportunity, Luo Di changed the subject he didn't want to discuss, grabbed the script, and quickly got up.

But when he turned around and walked towards the door...

Snap!

His wrist was gripped tightly, a gentle hold that felt the same as usual, yet it completely restrained Luo Di, rendering him unable to move.

The class monitor squeezed out his crescent-shaped eyes and smiled in response, "It's too late, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Squad leader, you only have seven days, don't you?"

"Making a movie is such a simple thing. As long as you have the equipment, your script can be done in five days~ It's rare for us to stay together tonight, so sleep with me."

"Where to sleep? In Corner Space?"

The squad leader raised his arm, pointing towards the bedroom, "I wouldn't dare use my Corner Ability in the True Hell, especially in the heart of a major power's city."

This bed is big enough; Sister Agatha specially saved space for the two of us.

Do you want to sleep in the middle or on the side?

Luo Di's gaze drifted to different areas. "I want to sleep on the sofa..."

As soon as he finished speaking,

A sense of Flesh Control came over him, and for a period of time, Luo Di's body was out of control, or rather, his skin no longer belonged to him, pulling his body along.

It felt like being transformed into a marionette.

Old Spine realized his body was out of control and quickly helped stabilize it. When he regained control, his body had already been pulled onto the bed.

The curtains separating the bedrooms were also pulled back up.

Luo Di was positioned between the two men, and he felt completely different sensations on his left and right arms.

The squad leader used his arm as a pillow, pressed his head as close to his chest as possible, and gently moved his five fingers over his heart to quickly lower his blood pressure.

"Go to sleep."

Despite being tense, Luo Di immediately relaxed. His brain had already exhausted its energy during the creative process, and the current relaxation allowed him to fall asleep quickly.

After Luo Di fell into a deep sleep,

The class monitor, who should have been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes wide and sat up abruptly like a zombie. He got out of bed with completely silent steps, his bare feet unconsciously making graceful dance-like movements as they touched the floor.

She walked out of the bedroom while combing her hair.

He went alone to the living room area to check on the young tumor patient who was sleeping between the walls and had exceptional sensory abilities.

The curtains were not installed to prevent Luo Di from peeping into the bedroom, but rather to isolate the young man from his senses.

Having determined that the other person was not in the mood for anything and was currently asleep, the squad leader put on a rather stiff smile, an exaggerated smile that was almost entirely formed by the combined efforts of all the muscles in his face.

After confirming that everyone is asleep and there are no sensory fluctuations.

The squad leader returned to the bedroom.

Crouching in the darkest corner of the bedroom, I stretched out my finger and gently traced the intersection of the corner lines.

As the finger traces across,

The darkness in the corner seemed to grow even deeper.

The class monitor became even more somber, squatting there motionless like a puppet, without making a sound, not even a breath.

It seems that some kind of communication has been established, and that she is having a private conversation with some being.

Suddenly,

She seemed to sense something.

The fine hairs on his skin stood on end.

He quickly erased the connection to the corner with his fingers and stood up abruptly. His sharp gaze swept across the large bed in the bedroom, and while the two were still fast asleep, he strode quickly to the living room.

He didn't blink even once during the entire process.

She placed her fingers on the wall where Karlien was sleeping.

Buzz!

An invisible, thinner-than-a-cicada-wing-like proliferating blade grew from the fingertip, about to pierce through the sleeping Karlien inside.

The blade remained stationary on the other person's skin.

Remove your fingers.

The class monitor looked puzzled and quickly walked to the door, about to open it to check. She seemed to realize something and withdrew her hand from the lock.

Pretending nothing was wrong, she went back to bed and fell asleep.