Deep in the Living-Chapter 503 - 489: The Third Day

Various numbers symbolizing "3" surfaced in Luo Di’s mind, alongside the characters for [END].

As these characters vanished, Luo Di jolted awake from his sleep.

The [third day] on the videotape had already arrived.

Yet Luo Di didn’t immediately concern himself with the time, nor the place he was, nor did he check his surroundings for danger.

Instead, he looked at his own hands.

His fingers were all severed, with visible bite marks on the stumps.

This situation surprisingly put Luo Di at ease, and his heart rate slowed down.

Moreover, each hand corresponded to five finger stumps, indicating no issue in quantity.

However, Luo Di remained cautious and decided not to immediately regenerate his fingers, feeling a degree of associated PTSD.

After confirming there was no problem with his hands, his gaze shifted to his own state and the current environment.

His body retained some fatigue, but overall it was functional,

the "Blood Bible" couldn’t be invoked for the moment, its blood wasn’t infinite, having been nearly depleted in the clash with the Fog Man, now it was slowly recovering buried in the cellar soil.

Recalling the Bible’s cinematic linkage, which could manifest with a "Fake Blood Prop," even Luo Di temporarily forgot the issue with his fingers, smirking.

"Damn it, I really survived..."

Cursing subconsciously, Luo Di suddenly remembered that iron bucket girl, and his eyes swiftly scanned the area.

This wasn’t a school dormitory; it looked more like an off-campus hotel, a triple room.

Yet this room appeared unusually damp, with standing water on the floor and water droplets clinging to the walls, constant dripping sounds emanating from the bathroom.

The iron bucket was placed beside the bed, and the girl was still asleep within it.

Mia lay on her bed, wrapped in a quilt, sleeping soundly, without stirring Luo Di.

The third bed was neatly made, Wu Wen wasn’t in the room at the moment, but her subtle scent lingered, indicating she hadn’t left long ago.

The guest room windows were tightly shut, the curtains drawn, even glued shut.

Luo Di promptly got up, put on shoes, and headed to the bathroom, needing a mirror to check his whole body.

Removing his clothes, turning on the bathroom’s brightest heater lamp,

he carefully scrutinized every detail, every corner, making sure there were no dream-like finger structures.

He even extended tentacles to probe any orifices, forcibly searching inside himself.

Last night’s dream,

was vividly remembered, too long, outlasting even the fight with the Fog Man, by severalfold, tenfold!

In the dream, his form had become entirely finger-like, filling the bathroom, using sheer willpower to tear and rip off all these fingers.

Despite experiencing such a perilous nightmare potentially impacting reality, Luo Di still gained a lot from it.

He basically grasped the essence of the core event and enhanced his understanding of fingers.

After confirming everything was normal, he exhaled with relief.

His vision returned to the mutilated hands, using the physical energy from his spine, first constructing finger frameworks with metal wire, then proceeding to regenerate flesh and blood.

Strangely,

even with the correct number of fingers, even though they were his own, they still felt somewhat awkward to control.

He even forgot how to hold a toothbrush, whether to grab with all five fingers, pinch with two, or wedge it between his fingers.

At this moment,

Bang!

The bathroom door burst open, and a drowsy-eyed Mia hugged Luo Di from behind, helping him brush his teeth.

They exchanged no words, just smiled at each other through the mirror.

Their gazes conveyed gratitude, admiration, and something else.

"We’re off-campus, right, Mia?"

"Didn’t you receive the message in your head? The [third day] has come, and it’s the last day of this event. The clues obtained have already determined our course of action today; once Wu Wen returns, we’ll set off."

Based on the clues,

participants in this event are expected to compete at the end, but don’t worry, we’re in this together. At least until we eliminate the others, then we’ll have our internal contest.

We still don’t know how severe the environmental deterioration outside is, the fog covering the city should have reached its maximum danger level today."

"What about the clues?"

"No rush, we’ll summarize once Wu Wen joins us."

As they exited the bathroom, Wu Wen returned just in time, carrying a hefty, triple-serving western breakfast, intended to last until it all concluded.

During breakfast,

Luo Di recounted his solo encounter with the Fog Man, using his undead characteristic to stall time. Until the opponent ceased attacking and finally vanished on its own.

However, Luo Di chose not to disclose the crucial information obtained through eavesdropping, which was his personal lead.

Wu Wen did notice some problems:

"Stalling? When we found you, you seemed peculiar, like you were wary of your fingers, what’s that about?"

"The Fog Man’s brain and those suicidal students have a finger structure. I vaguely felt that I might end up in a similar situation.

So during the fight, I constantly rejected the ’finger’ element, possibly causing my body to regard my fingers as foreign and consume them."

"Is that so?"

While the explanation made sense, Wu Wen couldn’t shake a strange feeling, having vividly witnessed Luo Di devouring his own fingers, it was more than just literal finger-eating.

However, she decided not to pursue it further.

Luo Di had chosen to risk his life doing this alone, and she felt more admiration and gratitude, even perceiving a rare allure in him.

"Last night, thanks to your stalling, Mia and I gathered [important clues] at the school.

According to a newspaper report, a ’remains’ that might have spread fog across the city had been studied at Wenslim University’s Life Science College.

Soon after, the main researchers committed collective suicide.

The suicides continued, affecting every faculty and student who had spent time at the Life Science College.

The school swiftly reported this to the city government, and the decision was made to rebury this unknown corpse at its original discovery site.

Yet, from our current perspective, the problem hasn’t been solved.

Mia and I tried locating research reports on this unknown corpse in the college computers, only to find all hard drives damaged beyond use.

All paper documents had been destroyed too.

However, we did find something in a graduate research office, a student involved in the corpse research had made some notes.

Feeling death approaching, he used trivial information in his notebook to describe the corpse and burial site, hiding it instead of submitting it.

He believed reburying wouldn’t help, hoping whoever found this information would remove or destroy the corpse."

"Do we have location information!?" Luo Di exclaimed.

"Yes! The clue’s completeness was unexpected, possibly because of the added difficulty of us four entering the [location]... largely due to Luo Di blocking the Fog Man; without all that extra time, Mia and I couldn’t have found such an unobtrusive clue."

"Let’s hurry up and confront the remains first thing."

"Not so fast... The outside situation is extremely perilous, the fog has reached the third stage, any slip, and it’ll consume you, let’s take a moment to feel it."

As she said this.

Wu Wen went to the guest room’s window, tearing down the glued curtains in one yank.

"Huh? It’s thinned?"

Expecting the fog to have thickened further, only a faint mist hovered outside, sparser than on the first day.

Visibility was no longer restricted; the whole city seemed covered only in a thin, light gauze.

Outside also lacked any "cosmic fear" materialization, the crisis seemed to be dissipating.

However,

Neither Luo Di, nor Mia, nor even the girl in the iron bucket looked comfortable.

Luo Di’s family was touching his body, licking his skin, whispering softly in his ears.

Swish!

The curtains were drawn,

the palpable fear surrounding them quickly vanished.

"This is the third day’s effect... No need for exposure, just seeing the fog draws you in, reality will be influenced."

As Wu Wen explained, she wiped away the sweat from her face, or perhaps... saliva.

The source of this c𝓸ntent is fr(e)𝒆novelkiss