my stealth fighter

Chapter 229 Hell in the North

The elimination rate of Ninja Academy is very high, and many people give up halfway or are eliminated.

On the day of graduation, No. 33 was very proud, because she felt that those who could graduate were the elite among the elite, and the academy also said so. She fully thought that she would have a crushing advantage when facing other transcendents of the same age, and even other The teachers at the Transcendent School didn't pay attention.

Witnessing the teaching method in Hongye Academy, she couldn't help but doubt whether this kind of free and undisciplined teaching method, which even lacks the dignity of teachers, can cultivate qualified students.

However, it is also true that Jiang Chanji took her away from Kali's clutches. Although she lost consciousness at the time and didn't know how he did it, she was sure that Kali was going to kill them all there. let go.

When she was distracted, Jiang Chanji said, "Can I ask a question that has nothing to do with your mission?"

"What?" She frowned, because she didn't like small talk.

"Why do you want to be a ninja?"

No. 33 was stunned for a moment, she had never thought about this question before, and asked instead: "Why?"

"I mean, there has to be a reason, right? For example, for money, for fame, for the country, for the people, or simply for fun—don't ninjas sound cool?" Jiang Chanji explained.

"There is no reason." She said indifferently: "I am an orphan. I grew up in an orphanage. I don't know whether my parents died or simply abandoned me. Anyway, I have been living in an orphanage since I can remember, suzerain Rescued me from the orphanage, brought me to the ninja academy, that's all."

"Oh... so you're doing it to repay your kindness?" Jiang Chanji understood.

She didn't speak, it was a tacit consent.

Living in an orphanage, she has basically never been in contact with society. After entering the Ninja Academy, although the training was brutal, she persisted through gritted her teeth and never considered the option of giving up. It's really for gratitude.

"But wait a minute, are the living conditions in the orphanage bad? Why do you say she 'saved' you from the orphanage?"

He thought, no matter how hard the life in the orphanage is, it is at least better than his days of wandering, right?Even if her suzerain brought her out of the orphanage, shouldn't the word 'save' be used?
No. 33 was annoyed by the question, and turned his head away as if he thought it was troublesome, "The living conditions in the orphanage are not bad."

"Then why..." Jiang Chanji asked ignorantly.

No. 33 doesn't want to recall that period of the past. Now she regrets it. If she knew it earlier, she would not answer his words. Now she has already started. If she refuses to answer or stay silent in the face of his endless questioning, it will appear that she is still immersed in it. In that pain it seems...

No, she has come out of those years, and she is no longer afraid!

"Because the dean is an old man, he likes little girls." She said succinctly, "That kind of likes."

With just such a simple sentence, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and there seemed to be a void in her heart.

Jiang Chanji didn't understand at first, so he smacked her tone carefully and vaguely guessed what she meant.

"No way..." He gasped. In the closed environment of the orphanage, if that kind of person became the dean, he would be a tiger like a tiger.

"In front of the public, he is a gentle and refined intellectual. He has a doctorate in literature, is good at haiku, and has won several literary awards. After retiring from university, he is more passionate about public welfare. Excellent wife with a great reputation, but at night..."

No. 33's cheeks twitched, and her eyes widened—not to look big, but she seemed to see the shaking figure in the dark orphanage again, and also seemed to hear the creepy voice again. voice - "Run, little girl...Run!"

According to western legends, someone would transform into a werewolf on the night of the full moon. She had never seen a werewolf, but she had seen monsters who were humans during the day and wolves at night.

Except for the suzerain and a few people, only she and the other victims knew about this matter. After she left the orphanage, she kept silent and didn't tell anyone. Now she thinks she is strong enough to face that terrible period. the past.

In addition to the staff who only work during the day and are responsible for daily affairs such as material purchases, the orphanages employ elderly women to take care of these orphans. At night, they snored like thunder and slept soundly. Maybe someone knew about it, but considering the high salary given by the dean, they chose to turn a blind eye.

At night, the dean will wander around the girls' dormitory, choose the girl he likes to attack, and after the job is done, the girl will get the things other friends covet, such as cakes, new clothes, and mobile phones that can't access the Internet. class rewards.

There are also girls who choose to resist, locking the door of the dormitory at night, or moving the bed behind the door to block the door, but since several girls live in the same dormitory, this requires the cooperation of other girls. girls...the whole dormitory fell.

Girls who resist will be punished. During the day, they will deliberately find fault with deprivation of food, confinement, etc., and one person will be punished, and the whole dormitory will sit together.

The girls all look forward to getting out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible, but the only way for them to get out of the sea of ​​suffering is to be adopted.

Adoption procedures require a series of cumbersome procedures. The most important thing is that the right to recommend is in the hands of the dean. Which girl he wants to recommend to the adopter will have the opportunity to leave.

Obviously, he will only recommend two kinds of girls, one is tired of playing, and the other is ugly. The former will leave the address of the adopter because of the social welfare agency. He threatens those girls to keep quiet, otherwise he will come to them , and posted her photos and videos online.

If an adopter takes a fancy to a girl he did not recommend, he only needs to mention one or two cryptic words during the conversation, implying that the girl's character is extreme, neurotic, violent, etc., and the adopter will 100% quit. Do you want to adopt a girl with such a personality as your daughter?
No. 33——At that time, she was not called No. 33. There were four people in her dormitory. One of them was cowardly and had already been picked up by the dean, who promised that he would be in the next batch of recommended adoption lists. Not good, the dean didn't bother to say anything. After all, the orphanage has a lot of resources, so he has the right to pick and choose.

The remaining No. 33 and another girl, the other girl is one year older than No. 33, and in the eyes of the dean, she is the right age for food. The two of them planned to resist and locked the door every night, but the other two had no choice. For their own benefit, one girl did not cooperate, and even made trouble on purpose. One night, they opened the door they had locked, and lured wolves into the house, causing another girl to be murdered, while the other two girls pretended to sleep the whole time.

Only No. 33 wanted to save her companion, but how could she, who was only 12 years old at the time, be able to fight against a grown man, so she had to escape from the dormitory alone, and spent a night in the corridor with fear, and the screams and cries of that girl still echoed in the her ears.

The girl who was brutally murdered changed her personality after that, as if her spirit was severely stimulated, she was always in a trance, and she didn't respond, like a walking dead, and became a delicacy that the dean tasted every now and then.

From that night on, No. 33 knew that this dormitory was no longer safe, but what could she do if she was alone and helpless?

At that time, she hated those two girls in the dormitory who were helping the gangsters, but after a few years, her hatred has faded. They were only twelve or thirteen years old, and they grew up in an orphanage just like her. The orphanage was their home. The whole world, why should they be strong?They're just kids too.

This orphanage is located in Hokkaido. It was rebuilt from an old brick-and-wood mixed structure house in the suburbs. It has a large area, with an office area and a dormitory for night shift staff in the middle. Boys live in the south wing and girls live in the north wing.

The interior of the bungalow extends in all directions, with several stairs and corridors. There are many rooms, many of which are empty and unoccupied. They are used to store materials and other sundries donated by the society.

So, as soon as night fell, after the social workers got off work, No. 33 slipped out of the dormitory and hid in the north wing of the huge bungalow, often spending the night curled up in a dark corner of a certain staircase.

Every time the dean came to their dormitory, she was not there, and she could use the toilet once or twice to prevaricate. After several times, the dean understood that she was hiding from him on purpose.

As the saying goes, what you can't get is always the best.

No. 33 was originally a delicious delicacy that the dean carefully treasured, like storing fine wine in a cellar, waiting for it to ferment to the most suitable age for drinking. He thought this little game was very exciting, so he wandered around the bungalow at night looking for her.

As he wandered the corridors like a ghost, he would whisper in a singing voice:

"Run! Little girl! Run!"

"Big bad wolf is coming for you!"

This voice has become the nightmare of the girls in the orphanage. They shiver under the quilt and cover their ears with pillows, not daring to make a sound, for fear of getting burned.

No. 33 ran away desperately like a frightened little rabbit, but no matter how she ran, the voice always seemed to be floating behind her.

The old wooden floor is slightly deformed due to thermal expansion and contraction, and sometimes it will make a slight creaking sound when stepped on, especially the wooden stairs. No one pays attention to it during the day, but in the dead of night, it looks very special. Harsh.

creak.

creak.

The sound sometimes came from the front and sometimes from the rear. The large area caused the sound to repeatedly reverberate and distort, and she moved quickly on tiptoe like a frightened bird, her heart beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat.

Gradually, she became familiar with every empty room in the north wing of the bungalow, every corner where people could hide, every floor that might make a sound when stepped on, how many steps there were in each staircase, and how many steps did each corridor run through? How many seconds.

Several times, she almost passed him by, relying on her lightness and agility to slip under his outstretched arms to escape.

Sometimes, when she was cornered, she would take the risk of opening the corridor window, flipping out of the window, and then covering the window, holding the edge of the window sill with her small hands, dangling in the air—as long as she missed, she would fall from three The third floor of a bungalow is much higher than the third floor of an apartment building. Once it falls, the consequences will be disastrous.

The dean doesn't chase her every day. After all, he is old and has limited energy. Basically once a few days, but there is no rule. Sometimes he may go crazy and chase her for two nights in a row.

Relying on her lightness and familiarity with bungalows, she dodged his pursuit. His pursuit usually only lasted about half an hour. After half an hour, he was tired, and then he chose a dormitory at random to slip in, panting lowly, while She hugged her knees, huddled in a corner, dozed off until dawn, returned to the dormitory before the social worker went to work, and fell asleep, barely able to sleep for an hour or two.

Such days lasted for about half a year, and on the 33rd she was about to turn 13—her birthday was the day she was sent to the orphanage, not her real birthday.

The dean may not be able to bear it anymore, after all he doesn't like girls who are too big, so he decides to end this chasing game.

One night, No. 33 flexibly threw him farther and farther as usual, because her physical strength was getting better and better, while he was declining.

She rushed into a side corridor, followed by a staircase at the end of which she could slip to the second or first floor.

However, when she ran to the end of the corridor, she was stunned, because the unlocked door at the end of the corridor was equipped with a lock and locked.

She tried pushing and twisting the handle, but it couldn't be pushed or twisted.

creak.

creak.

The sound of wooden floors sounded behind him.

"Run! Little girl! Run!"

"Big bad wolf is coming for you!"

Today his tone of voice is different from usual, with pride and excitement, he seems to be still laughing.

She beat and kicked the door like crazy, but how could a little girl under 13 break a solid wooden door with her hands?

In desperation, she had no choice but to repeat the same trick, pushing open the window in the corridor, climbing out of the window, standing sideways on the window sill, covering the window again, and then holding the edge of the window sill with both hands, hanging her body under the window sill .

This trick has saved her several times before, but today is different because there is a snowstorm in Hokkaido tonight.

Big balls of snow fell on her body, and the howling cold wind instantly blew through her thin clothes, shaking her body violently.

In less than half a minute, her fingers were so cold that she lost consciousness.

She stared at the cloud-covered sky, her teeth on the verge of gnashing.

According to past experience, she had to hang outside for at least five or six minutes to be considered safe. Today, the dean came prepared, and it must be strange to see her disappear, and he might have to stay longer.

Every time a gust of wind blows, the sway of her body will cause the fingers holding on to the window sill to slide out a few millimeters, and she is powerless with frozen finger joints.

Death, slowly spreading its black wings.

　The two chapters are not divided into chapters, but there are no less changes

　　
　
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