Things have been going wrong for Mr. Humbert lately.

He tried to intimidate Sasha. Stref, as a result, was himself who was in a state of panic; He tries to find some small means to get the Stryffs out of school, but on the other hand, he proves that Stryff is pure and flawless; This is not the worst, he recalled and analyzed again and again afterwards, and found that he was too urgent and determined in this matter, although he left no traces or evidence for people to capture...... But he knew that Madame Borough was already suspicious—she must have wondered why she had targeted a new colleague in this way, considering that just a week before he had been raving about the same person.

If Stryff says something, will she listen? If she listened, would she believe it? It is quite possible that Stryff was a man who could fascinate women, and Mr. Humbert had recognized and affirmed this at their first meeting, and that he was so courteous and generous that he was only trying to please Mrs. Borough, a widow who was one of the main donors to St. Thomas's Church Elementary School, who had donated $50,000 to the school last year alone, who was also an executive member of the National Association of Parents and Teachers in Division 19, and who was expected to become the executive president of the New York City School District this year.

He's just a principal. You can't touch money, and you don't have the right to move people (Note 1), so you can only regulate food services and transportation all day long; Maintenance and repairs of school buildings, school property, and supervising the work of school support staff are so busy that they can't breathe...... Talking to the kids and revealing their little scars was his only hobby, but he had to take a break because of Striff's relationship.

Well, the summer vacation is over, and Mr. Humbert feels that his bad luck is over, but unfortunately on the first day of farewell to the school, he draws a bad lot: every summer the National Association of Teachers and Parents mobilizes all the teachers and volunteers to visit every family that allows them to enter, and makes a questionnaire focusing on alcoholism, drug abuse, abuse, mental illness, sex, suicide, involvement in crime, and so on...... Cheap and dirty neighborhoods (i.e., slums) with far below-average housing prices are included, and such neighborhoods rarely send female teachers, and women are present there to live like a piece of fresh bread coated with cream. The male teachers draw lots to decide who will be the dragon slayer, and no one volunteers. Imagine you have to walk through rows of four- or five-story houses, surrounded by shops and grocery stores controlled by gangsters, and idle young people wandering around in droves on streets that are shaded by the sun from the buildings, staring at you and making people laugh; If you're lucky enough to walk through the black door, you'll see mottled corridors, overflowing garbage passages, and shiny concrete staircases, all of which look overwhelming...... There are far more people living here than the law allows, and a family earning fifty dollars a week, at most a hundred yuan, may live in two rooms that sleep three or four people each, and the children are mixed with men and women long into their teens. The hallways are forever dark, the iron doors are chained, and each knock on the door only results in a gap of less than three inches, and you may be greeted by a pimp who is a drunkard, a drug dealer, or a prostitute.

Mr. Humbert drew the farthest and most chaotic district, and he was only going to go through the two apartments on the outskirts of the neighborhood, the neater-looking ones, and the rest of the questionnaires were hired for a small amount of money to do the thugs there, as long as the name and phone number, he could fill in the rest as he pleased, anyway, when the time came, he could push it on the respondents, these scoundrels had been talking since childhood—Mr. Headmaster staggered down the stairs, the third door on the second floor, he muttered, As he left the building, which was supposed to be white (now covered in multicolored graffiti), he did not forget to take a closer look at the surroundings and the house number of the apartment building, 203, he repeated with a smile, this trip was not without gain, there were two very cute little girls in room 203, definitely no more than twelve years old, wearing men's shirts, playing bare-thigh in front of a game console in the house, and their caregivers thought he was a guest who had been introduced by someone else— They said they could trade it at any motel outside – home delivery.

The pimp's phone number on a piece of paper was beating in Mr. Humbert's shirt pocket like a living heart, he felt light, he forgot about Mrs. Borough, forgot about his wife who was on a weight loss tour, forgot about his daughter who had been noisily going to some sex/sex party and hadn't returned all night, he decided to go back early, change into more inconspicuous clothes, rent a car, find a hotel in the middle of nowhere, and oh, buy some drugs to cheer up.

He hesitated, he made a big circle when he came out of the parking lot, so as not to go down the straight but dimly lit alley, but that would be a waste of time.

Mr. Humbert stared for a moment at the alley, which was empty and empty, and ended in a sun-drenched box with a parking lot.

He walked in, his pace was fast, and the cool wind whistled past his ears: "I~I'm Peter Pan~" He sang sharply, emboldening himself: "Who ~ can't ~ catch up ~ with me!" ”

"Don't be stupid." A man's voice said.

Before Humbert could discern the meaning of the sentence with his brain, he was knocked down, and the man hiding in the shadows wielded the flat leather baton that the Sicilian thugs had prepared to use against Anthony years earlier. Hopkins's kind, which struck the principal of St. Thomas's Church Elementary School in the back of the head, and he threw himself forward, falling on the potholed pavement, his teeth falling out, and his nose being cut by something; One foot reached over and turned the man over a hundred and fifty pounds with a skillful skill, and Humbert's head was struck again, and he cried out in pain, and dimly saw a man leaning down towards him, and he quickly closed his eyes, "Don't kill me, don't kill me," he pleaded, "I have fifty dollars in my pocket, and two hundred dollars in my trouser pocket." Please, take them away, but don't hurt me. ”

"It's fine." The voice spoke softly, and Humbert felt the other's hand reach into his pocket as he had instructed.

He was relieved.

Darkness soon fell.

***

Humbert was dazed, he seemed to be back in his mother's **, it was dark and hot around him, but soon, the sound and temperature were gone.

A cold cloth wrapped around him, he could feel himself naked, what had happened? He struggled to remember...... Shit! He was robbed and beaten...... It's all because of those damn questionnaires! Damn Boro old bitch! Damn Robert, Tom, William! They were all younger and stronger than themselves, and they should have been allowed to do these things - not a headmaster! A Principal! Maybe it's not a big job, but at least you shouldn't be like a phone book salesman who spends his days wandering around dangerous alleys!

…… He was brought to the ...... Well, the hospital bed, they're pushing him away, where is he now? Hospital?

It's getting colder and colder, Humbert wants to make a sound, wants to move his fingers, but he finds that he can't do the same, he is creepy, don't be paralyzed, God, bless me, don't be paralyzed!

The movement was aborted.

Mr. Humbert's big toe was being pulled and someone was looking at the number on it, and he knew because the guy was muttering.

The cloth was lifted, and through his eyelids, Humbert could feel that the room was very bright, very bright.

"An ugly guy...... Was his face eaten by something? Mr. Humbert heard a woman who at least sounded very young ask, and her tone was cheerful and interested: "But the body is complete, my dear, first with scissors, or with a saw?" ”

"We might as well look at his stomach first." A man said flirtatiously, and then Humbert felt something sharp against his stomach: "Forget it, let's saw." ”

The feeling in his stomach was gone, and Humbert heard a buzzing sound, like a big bee burrowing into his ears.

I'm not dead! Humbert shouted, but his lips seemed to be held together as if they were being glued together with fast-acting superglue.

A third man fiddled with his hands and feet, helping him get in his position.

"Is it written on his donation letter? Heart, cornea, kidneys, or all? ”

"All. It's a pity that the cornea can't be used, otherwise we have to gouge out the eyeballs first. ”

"Want coffee?"

Want! Humbert shouted silently again, he was willing to treat them to a gallon of cat coffee if they found him alive!

"How many more?"

"Two."

"Then let's wait."

The chainsaw went up, and the humming sound drowned out everything.

Falling, cutting, flesh and bone chips splashing everywhere.

Mr. Humbert finally screamed.

(To be continued)

NOTE 1 – The recruitment and dismissal of teachers is not within the power of the principal, but the principal's evaluation is an important basis for recruitment, assignment of teachers, and the district's legal termination of the teacher's employment contract. In addition, as the principal, he is fully responsible for the use of the school's financial funds, but the principal never handles a penny. In general, the principal is only responsible for signing the invoice, and the specific financial affairs are handled by the school secretary.