Torture

[Fifth Hospital]

As it is a newly built large-scale Mental Hospital in Pluto City, new patients from other cities arrive almost every week.

The hospital director was tidying his clothes in his office, as he would be needed to personally oversee the admission process for new patients later.

Looking at myself in the mirror, even though I'm over sixty, I feel much younger than before, and I feel this way almost every day.

His overall energy and spirit were much better than before, and even his bald head seemed to be about to grow new hair.

This change seems to have started with contact with Luo Di, that particular patient.

These past few days, Luo Di has been away from the hospital to assist with the investigation, and the hospital director is actually finding it a little hard to get used to it. However, he still wants Luo Di to leave, after all, that kind of life is too exciting, and he's afraid his heart can't handle it.

Just as he finished dressing and arrived at the elevator to go downstairs.

Bite!

A young man carrying a hiking backpack was standing in the elevator car that came up from the first floor.

The dean was so frightened that he almost started biting his hand, and his previously stilted Mandarin became fluent.

"You... you... Luo Di, have you already assisted the Investigation Bureau in solving the relevant case?"

The dean was eager to hear a "yes" answer. Once it was confirmed that Luo Di could be officially discharged, he would finally be able to put his mind at ease.

"Yes! But... I need to stay in the intensive care unit for a while before signing the paperwork, maybe one day or maybe several days. This is the paperwork I got from the Investigation Bureau. I hope you can cooperate, Dean."

"Huh!? So you'll still be coming to my place these next few days?"

"Yes, thank you for your trouble, Dean."

Looking at the complete paperwork handed over by Luo Di, and the explanatory document personally issued by the City Investigation Bureau, he could only nod with a silly smile. But for some reason, although the dean appeared to be in great distress, deep down he was actually looking forward to the next few days.

As usual, Luo Di was placed in ward [0510] and given twice the dosage of medication.

[Preaching Room]

The hooks above the dome are empty; it seems the owner of this place has not yet returned.

Luo Di, who was standing at the door, did not wait long before a sound of something being dragged came from behind him.

Mr. Hook, dressed in a surreal leather coat with skin as white as wax and bearing a striking resemblance to the dean, was dragging a "patient" who was almost inhuman back here.

"Hold on."

He hung the "patient" on a hook in the preaching room and lifted him into the air.

"This is?"

This was the first time Luo Di had seen Mr. Hook bring patients from the torture chamber to the preaching room for treatment since he had been there for so long, and he couldn't help but be curious.

"Those locked in the torture chamber have all committed crimes and need to be punished in the True Hell. However, if there are some interesting ones among them who can survive the day and night torture and retain a certain sense of self, then they will gain my [appreciation].

Their flesh will be hung here by me to air dry naturally.

Once the inferior blood within you has completely dried up, you will become my subordinate. It's a pity you already have a position, otherwise I really would like to bring you in as well.

"Did you bring the things so quickly?"

"Yes."

Luo Di tossed out two portions of pituitary extract, which landed in the other person's hand.

Hawke's expression was initially somewhat dissatisfied, but he quickly returned to normal. "These two are not as good as the one you gave me at the beginning, whether in terms of aura concentration or internal structure."

However, this newly formed pituitary gland, in the process of transformation, is quite interesting and worth studying. But this 'perfunctory' approach is a one-time thing; if we collaborate again in the future, please provide me with something of value.

Considering I couldn't even help you resurrect, let's consider this a compromise.

"Thanks."

Luo Di had no intention of staying long. In the past two weeks, he had learned a lot from Hawke and also learned about his identity in the so-called "True Hell".

Staying here long-term seems to have little meaning for him, a "spine man".

After bowing his head to express his gratitude, Luo Di prepared to turn and leave.

"Hey, don't leave in such a hurry. You really have no feelings at all. We spent half a month together, after all."

Although we are not the same kind of people, and you can't work for me, it doesn't mean we can't cooperate deeply. How about we make another deal?

"Bring me some more valuable pituitary gland tissue."

"What use do you have for this thing?"

"I don't know either, it's just interesting. You know, it's quite boring to stay here every day. It's rare to meet an apostle from another world like you, so it's better to take this opportunity to do something new than nothing."

What can I get in return?

Snap!

Hawke snapped his fingers lightly.

The iron hook above Luo Di's head descended, hooking into his bionic left arm and detaching it from his body. The speed was so fast that there was no time to react.

"Wearing this kind of inferior stuff will make you look cheap."

After spending so many days together, I've said more than once that you have a great physique, a remarkable talent for enduring pain, and you seem quite interested in the torture instruments I have here.

If you can bring me something more interesting, I'll make you a [hand].

An arm that is worthy of you, an arm that fits the torture chamber theme and perfectly matches your temperament.

It can make your hunt more interesting and more efficient.

"Hand..."

Luo Di's thoughts drifted back to several months ago, then quickly returned to the present. "Was it my own hand?"

"It seems you lack knowledge about the physical body. Reshaping and creating based on your own body is, of course, done by your own hands."

However, I will make modifications to the 'torture chamber theme' based on your physical limits.

If you are not satisfied in the end, I can help you remove it and keep only the hand attribute.

Personally, I hope you can become more resourceful and powerful, so you can complete more hunts and bring back more interesting things for me.

"Does the hand look just like a normal arm?"

Luo Di reveres the physical body, just as the serial killers in the movie all have complete, original bodies. Mechanical prosthetics are a complete desecration of serial killers.

Mr. Hook gestured a very small distance between his thumb and forefinger. "There will be a tiny difference. Normally, it looks just like a normal arm. It will only become different when you activate the Hell Attribute to hunt."

"OK."

Aren't you curious about what I might put in your arm?

Luo Di shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I might not be able to come here often in the future, so it would be best if I could come sooner."

"Okay, let's get started right away!"

I need to remind you that although the physical reshaping is not very painful, the 'thing' I'm going to put inside will cause a fairly strong pain response.

In order to maximize the power of this process, one must fully accept the pain.

"Let's begin now."

"Can."

A smile spread across Mr. Hook's pure white face, and tiny hooks even hung between his teeth and gums.

Snap A snap of the fingers.

Hooks descended from the dome, carrying a series of materials for the reshaping of the arm.

1. "Multiple arms hanging from hooks" - some are still fresh, some are covered in lividity. Some still resemble human arms, while others are completely beyond human comprehension.

2. "Slender tube" - A slender, transparent tube filled with a milky white liquid, with an injection needle attached to the end.

3. "Barbed Wire" - only one piece, 5cm in length, packaged and soaked in a transparent container.

Mr. Hook pointed to three props, "Guess which one is the most expensive?"

"Iron wire?"

"How clever! This thing is a treasure of our 'Order Group'. It can completely transform ordinary the Devil."

Those who were dragged in by me before will also receive this after all the blood in their bodies has drained. As long as they can endure it, they can become my subordinates.

Of course, you are different.

This thing is only used to modify one of your arms, since you are already a [Spine], and your nature is almost impossible to change.

I'll 'advance' this valuable item for you; next time you come, remember to bring me something even more valuable."

"OK."

The renovation has begun.

At first, the Flesh Shaping was fine, and Luo Di's expression didn't change at all throughout the process.

But as the needle was inserted into the arm, it injected strands of a milky-white, unknown substance.

Then, when the barbed wire was placed in the palm of the hand, the wire actually crawled into it on its own, as if it were alive.

Luo Di, who thought he was prepared and had adapted to the torture chamber,

He felt a deep, unbearable pain spreading through his left arm, as if it were tearing his entire body apart.

The pain manifested as hooks pulling at the Muscle Tissue of his entire face.

His mouth opened wide uncontrollably as he screamed and screamed.

The area around the completely congested eyeball was bleeding profusely due to the rupture of numerous capillaries.

Mr. Hook could truly feel the pain, and even reveled in the cries. He repeatedly wanted to reach out and touch the young man's body, but then withdrew his hand, considering that it might affect the union of pain.

The more she looked at the young man, the more satisfied she became, as if his initial goal was not the pituitary gland.

"If you can handle it, perhaps we can have a deeper level of cooperation..."