my stealth fighter

Chapter 230

Recalling afterwards, No. 33 couldn’t remember whether she felt fear at that time, whether it was the fear of death or the fear of the dean, she couldn’t remember it, she had no impression at all, it was probably because the cold wind in Hokkaido had already froze her brain.

In Hokkaido in winter, when there is a snowstorm, the snow can even accumulate to a thickness of two meters, but now the snow has just started to fall, and the wind is howling, so the snow is difficult to accumulate on the ground. In this case, if you fall from the third floor, if you fall If her head hit the ground first, the consequences would be unimaginable—even if she didn't fall to her death on the spot, she would at least fall unconscious, or break her arms and legs, and then be buried by the wind and snow until the next day...or in the next spring, when the snow melted, she would body will be revealed.

The light from the window flickered for a moment. It should be that the dean chased after the window. Seeing her disappearing, he felt puzzled. He never imagined that she dared to hang her body outside the window at such a young age. He didn't even think about checking the window sill, just glanced at the window to make sure she wasn't hiding on the window sill outside.

At this time, if she called for help, he would open the window and pull her back into the warm room, but that meant... She, who was frozen all over, could only be at his mercy.

She gritted her teeth fiercely, and her lips were tightly shut. She didn't want to end up like her three roommates anyway.

She would rather die!

call--

The snow falls on the glass, is melted into snow water by the indoor temperature, and has re-frozen when it flows on the window sill, so the window sill is very slippery.

A gust of wind blew by, and her finger finally slipped the last five millimeters, the crucial five millimeters.

come down.

She was as light as a swallow, and all the pain disappeared, as if turning into a snow elf, dancing with the wind.

If only I could fly to the sky...

Fly to the kingdom of angels without pain.

As she was thinking this way, a shadow suddenly left her body, like a soul out of her body in a movie, that shadow was exactly the same as her, but the shadow was rising, as if flying to heaven instead of her.

Is that... is my soul?
Unfortunately, such a wonderful feeling only lasted for a moment.

Her falling stopped, and that shadow instantly disappeared into the air.

what happened?

Is the snow on the ground already so high?
No, she didn't fall into the snow, her body was perpendicular to the ground, just hanging in the air without going up or down.

Could it be... God saved me?

She doesn't really believe in God much, because if there is a God, why would the God allow such an evil place to exist?

Her fingers and arms were completely frozen and numb, and she didn't feel that a hand was holding her wrist from above, but she knew it soon.

What was most eerie was a scene before her eyes, a vague outline emerging from the blizzard, and then the outline was filled with colorful black.

It was a person, a person in a black leather jacket, wrapped from head to toe in the black leather jacket, only revealing a pair of burning eyes, from the figure, it should be a woman.

The woman was holding onto the window sill with one hand, and holding No. 33's wrist with the other, staring at her steadfastly, with admiration flowing in her eyes.

"That's your suzerain?" Jiang Chanji couldn't help but interrupt after hearing this.

This story made him feel thrilling, even more thrilling than facing Kali, because the young No. 33 was probably facing an evil existence no less than Kali.

Number 33 nodded slightly.

The Sovereign looked down at the young girl, and she saw the scene just now. Although she didn't know why the little girl braved the snowstorm and climbed out of the window to avoid the man, she felt that the little girl was born ninja!
There is a sword in the heart of the word "forbearance". As a ninja, one must be ruthless, ruthless to the enemy, and ruthless to oneself!
This little girl's determination and courage to climb high places made the suzerain seem to have discovered a treasure, and she seemed to have awakened some kind of extraordinary ability at the critical moment of life and death just now, which was even more rare.

"Do you want to live or die?" The suzerain asked her, "If you want to die, then I will let go."

"I...I want to live." Her lips were almost frozen, and she couldn't articulate.

"it is good."

The suzerain lightly pulled her up, held her in his arms, jumped onto the windowsill, opened the window, and led her into the room.

The dean has left angrily, and the corridor is empty.

The body of No. 33 was shivering in the suzerain's embrace, and her fingers were frozen into the shape of chicken feet due to excessive force and low temperature.

The snowflakes on her body began to melt into ice water, further taking away the heat from her body.

No. 33 gritted his teeth and remained silent.

The Suzerain held her in his arms and walked in the bungalow like no one else, but she made no sound when she walked, even if she stepped on the raised wooden floor.

When walking through a room with the door ajar, the Sovereign seemed to hear something, put her down, and made a "shh" gesture to her.

The Sovereign's body disappeared as if rapidly melting into the air.

The door to that room was pushed open a crack by an invisible hand, and then closed again.

The suzerain in the invisible state saw the ugly scene indoors, but she had seen too much ugliness. The world of the rich is often uglier than the world of the poor, and her eyes were calm.

The suzerain did not alarm the panting dean, nor did he intend to rescue the girl under him, because that girl had no intention of resisting at all, so why should she meddle in her own business?

What's more, even if she did it, it shouldn't be her doing it.

She exited the room the same way, squatted in front of No. 33, looked directly into the little girl's eyes, and asked, "Do you want revenge?"

No. 33 nodded vigorously. For some reason, she felt that the woman in black in front of her was equivalent to the existence of God.

"it is good."

The Sovereign picked her up again, "Where is the bathtub or bath?"

The public bath in the bungalow was now closed and there was no hot water, so No. 33 raised an arm and guided the suzerain to the dean's bedroom.

The dean's wife and the dean are just couples on the surface. In fact, male robbers and female prostitutes play their own way, and they don't live in the orphanage. The dean's room is empty.

The Sovereign carried her into the bathroom, filled the large and comfortable jacuzzi with hot water at a suitable temperature, then took off her clothes, put her in the bathtub, and threw her clothes into the dryer to dry.

Enveloped in steaming hot water, No. 33 finally retracted half of his leg that had stepped into the gate of hell.

While she was taking a bath, the Sovereign was wandering in the room outside the bathroom, rummaging around, as a ninja's occupational disease, the Sovereign would not let go of the opportunity to collect any information.

No. 33 did not ask the suzerain what to do if the dean came back, she instinctively thought that the suzerain could handle everything.

After soaking in hot water for about 10 and 33 minutes, No. [-] finally recovered. She dried her body and hair with a towel, took out the dry clothes from the dryer, put them on, and walked out of the bathroom.

The Sovereign sat on the dean's boss chair, and No. 33 stood in front of her.

The suzerain bent slightly, pulled out a short knife with a cold light from the outside of his left calf, and stretched the handle towards her.

"You have two choices now. One is to take revenge now and let me help you, and the other is to take revenge yourself in a few years' time."

No. 33 took the dagger without hesitation, because if it drags on for a few more years, it is unknown how many more children will be abused.

At this time, the door lock rang, and the door was pushed open.

The dean's clothes were disheveled, and he walked in from the outside with vain footsteps. Because the lights were on in the corridor and the lights in the room were dark, he didn't see two more people in the room.

When he closed the door and turned on the light, he saw number 33 unexpectedly.

No. 33 folded his hands behind his back and hid the dagger behind his back.

The moment the light came on, the suzerain had already disappeared.

"Haha! So you're here! I didn't expect you to be so active, and you actually delivered it to your door!" The dean excitedly unbuttoned his shirt, "Tell me, what do you want? As long as you cooperate obediently, I will buy whatever you want you!"

The dean threw off his shirt, went to the desk and opened a drawer, "It's okay, I'm going to score twice tonight, and let you know what it means to grow old and strong!"

He took out a small blue pill, swallowed it, and walked towards No. 33 while jumping and taking off his pants.

No. 33 does not evade or retreat.

Suddenly, the dean was knocked on the back of the neck, and he immediately spun, his eyes turned white, and he passed out.

A bowl of snow water splashed on his face woke him up.

"Why... what is this for? Who are you?"

He found that his hands and feet were tied to the bed in a "big" shape, and he was naked.

On the left side of the bed stood No. 33, and on the right side stood an adult woman in black leather.

The lights in the room were turned off, the fireplace was lit, and the firelight reflected the profile of No. 33 and the dagger in her hand.

He wanted to break free, but his hands and feet were tied so tightly that it was impossible to break free.

He stared at the suzerain in horror, and said tremblingly: "You... what do you want to do? Who sent you here? Do you want money? There is a hidden safe under the desk. There are dollars, gold bars, and diamonds in it. You take them all. Come on, just let me go!"

"I have many friends! High-ranking officials and dignitaries, wealthy businessmen, killing me will not do you any good, they will avenge me!"

"And you!" He turned his head and stared at No. 33 again, "I promise I will never touch you again, next time... no, tomorrow, tomorrow I will recommend you to a good family for adoption, you...you Put that knife down..."

They looked at him like they were looking at a dead person.

No. 33 raised the dagger, and amid the screams of the dean, he did not stab his head, neck, chest, abdomen and other vital parts, but cut off the root of his crime.

The dean almost passed out from the pain, and blood and urine gushed out like running water.

33 wraps up the mess in a napkin and heads to the fireplace.

"Don't! Don't! Don't! I beg you! I beg you!" The dean twitched from the pain, and his voice changed.

He still retains the thought of replanting his severed limbs, but as No. 33 throws the lump of dirt into the burning fireplace, he hears the sound of fat burning in the fireplace and smells the aroma of barbecue, he The last illusion is also shattered.

On the 33rd, the dagger was handed back to the suzerain with both hands, and the suzerain took back the dagger to stop the bleeding for the dean.

"Why..." the dean said in extreme pain.

Why did they treat him like this, why did they stop his bleeding after treating him like this, are they afraid of killing people?
The suzerain lowered his body and whispered in his ear: "Do you think her revenge is over? No, this is just the beginning."

After speaking, the Sovereign picked up No. 33, pushed open the window, and disappeared into the snowstorm. He also took away the dollar jewels in his safe.

The dean, who was tied to the bed, was not found until the next morning, followed by the Hokkaido police, as evidence of his misdeeds emerged online, including a video with the victim's face and identity information erased.

After the dean's injury improved, he was imprisoned after a long trial and appeal process. He was sentenced to life imprisonment because of solid evidence and was locked up in a prison to serve his sentence.

Although he was criticized by everyone, it is undeniable that his friends with great powers worked outside for him. On the grounds of his special physical condition, they won him a single cell and promised him that he would only stay in prison for two or three years. When the limelight passes, we will fight for him to be released on medical parole.

And they also told him that they heard that a mysterious secret doctor recently appeared in South Asia. No matter what parts are missing on your body, as long as you are willing to spend money, the secret doctor can help you make up for them, even if the blood type does not match. does not matter.

The hopeless dean regained hope. He has money. If he can’t, he can borrow it from his friends, as long as he can turn back into a complete man... He heard that the black one is very big, so he wondered if he should just change it to black?
However, one night after he was imprisoned, two invisible figures sneaked into the prison unknowingly. It was the Sovereign and No. 33 in the ninja suit.

We all know that some men in the prison are interested in men. When the lights in the cells were turned off, one of these tough men found his cell door opened quietly, and at the same time, there was another cell door opened, which was exactly where the dean lived. Single cell.

This hunk has long heard that the newly imprisoned old man has a very unique body structure, neither male nor female, and is well maintained. With such a godsend opportunity, how can he not try it?
The dean was wondering why the door lock opened by itself, when he saw a bald man walk in, covered his mouth before he could yell out, and closed the door smoothly...

That night, the dean suffered the same torture as those girls.

This was just the beginning, and almost every night after that, the cell door of a fierce man who was interested in him would be opened inexplicably, making him sing and sing every night.

One morning more than ten days later, the dean's body was found in the cell, and he hanged himself with a towel.

The prisoner who lived in the cell next to him swore to the prison guards who came to investigate that he heard a little girl singing in the next cell last night. He thought it was a female ghost, so he covered his head with a quilt and trembled in fright. Dare not make a sound.

The prison guard thought he was sleepy and dreaming, and asked him what the little girl was singing.

The prisoner imitated the voice and sang:

"Run! Little girl! Run!"

"Big bad wolf is coming for you!"

No. 33 finished telling the whole story calmly, and Jiang Chanji listened silently, feeling cold all over.

Hell is empty, and demons are in the world!

　Since this is a coherent story, there are no chapters

　　
　
(End of this chapter)