She shouted the boy's name, both to find someone as quickly as possible and to be emboldened.

But at this moment, Ding Bao heard a long "crunch-" sound behind him, as the white light in front of him gradually disappeared with the closure of the small door, when his body was shrouded in all the darkness, Ding Bao held his breath and held back not to let himself panic, slowly turned his head, and looked at the administrator who stood behind him at some point.

He's the old dean, and the kids call him that.

Ding Bao also shouted, although she was young at that time, she was used to seeing children who were indifferent and the world was cold, and she could clearly see that strange look in the eyes of the other party.

She understands everything.

Because of this, she became more and more afraid.

shouted the old dean in order to arouse the slightest trace of humanity in the other party's heart.

But the other party's humanity and conscience have long been exhausted in this failed and humble life, and in the face of a girl who is weaker than himself, the ugliness in his heart is all reflected on his face.

He held out his hand to Ding Bao, and the air was filled with a suffocating suffocating stench, and the hot breath coming out of his mouth, mixed with a disgusting stench, and the gasping sound that accompanied him because of obesity and old age.

"Whoop, whoop......"

He slowly approached, his fat body was almost three times that of Ding Bao, and at this moment Ding Bao realized how small she was, and she had pinned her hopes on the remnants of human sanity, and the ridiculous mercy.

It's a pity that the other party didn't.

At this time, Ding Bao realized that she was going to escape.

She turned her head and rushed into the darker corner, following the source of the voice to call out the child's name even louder.

The long silence and the empty corners made her heart pound.

After a short period of distraction, Ding Bao rushed to the window on the back wall, stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand to slap hard, accompanied by the sound of slapping and her sharp cry for help.

She knew her voice could get out.

She knew that she would have to get someone stronger to save herself.

She knew there must be someone out there.

Whoever it was, she hoped that the other party would call the dean.

A fierce slap made her hands already red, and the screams spread to every corner of the room, obviously it was a moving window on weekdays, but at this time the outside was locked from the outside, no matter how she tried to shoot, it was useless.

She had too little strength.

She's too weak.

So when the big hand behind her covered her mouth hard, at that moment, crystal liquid gushed out of Ding Bao's eye sockets.

It was forced out by the great fear and despair in my heart.

Even if life is rotten, no matter how dark it is, Ding Bao doesn't want his life to continue to be dark.

The moment she came back from Ding's house, she felt the warmth of the dean's mother, felt that she was needed by those orphans, and felt the meaning of her existence, but all of this came to naught at this time.

It's her own fault.

She was wrong in thinking that the orphanage was her home.

She was wrong in thinking that she could continue to covet family affection.

She was wrong in thinking that sincerity could be exchanged for sincerity.

In the end, she was wrong about believing in human nature.

When tears could not be exchanged for pity, Ding Bao opened his mouth for the first time, and for the first time he used the hardest part of his body to bite the other party's hand.

She was on her own.

So he burst out with all his strength and bit the back of the opponent's hand.

The other party let go of his hand in pain, and his old steps staggered and prepared to continue pressing, but the thin Ding Bao quickly rolled out from under him, and when the other party had not stabilized his bulky body, her eyes stayed on the glass that was smashed by the ball next to the door.

She hurriedly moved a chair and stepped on it, slapping the glass with her hand, trying to break the remaining glass and escape from it.

But at this moment, a pair of hands suddenly hugged Ding Bao's waist from behind.

Just when his body was about to leave the chair, Ding Bao's eyes were completely red.

She broke off a piece of glass, and raised her foot and kicked the other party's face fiercely, scolding bitterly, he didn't let go, and fell from the chair with Ding Bao.

As the world swirled, Ding Bao saw the face lying in front of him at a glance.

Hideous, ugly, and constantly spitting disgusting words out of his mouth.

At that moment, the fear on Ding Bao's face faded, and only a ruthlessness and determination remained in his eyes.

She reached out and held his head down, while the other hand grabbed the shard of glass and stabbed it down his neck.

"That blood...... Can you imagine? I was halfway through the stroke, and the blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing all over my face, and I almost couldn't hold the glass in my hand, but fortunately, the glass was also stuck in the palm of my hand, and I held it steadily. ”

As he spoke, Ding Bao spread out his palm and gently stroked the scar on his palm, which was no longer obvious.

When the darkness of that day had faded, Ding Bao calmly told the story, as if he was talking about someone else's business, and there was a frightening dead silence hidden in the calm on his face.

Baza Hei was silent for a long time.

It can't even say a word of comfort.

And it's been so long, and the comfort at this time is probably not even a fart for Ding Bao.

It asked.

"Didn't anyone find out later?"

"No one."

The group of children who had deliberately brought her in stayed in the dormitory that day in order to create an alibi.

The time was calculated, and they came out an hour later.

In this hour, Ding Bao lit the candle in the management room, and then placed a bottle of liquor next to the candle.

Before leaving, she threw the candle on the old dean's body, and put the bottle down, letting the wine fall on him drop by drop along the eaves of the table.

In addition to this, she sprinkled water on the rest of the house to ensure that the fire spread quickly.

In this way, Ding Bao stood in the wet room, looking at the burning flames.

Half an hour later, she left the house, went to the back hill of the orphanage, buried her bloodstained coat, squatted by the river, washed her face, and finally pulled out the glass that had been stuck in her hand and threw it directly into the bottom of the river.

"So the glass slag in here is the one you threw away?"

"I don't know."

She wiped everything she had touched, threw away the murder weapon, and when she looked back and thought about what had been missed, she suddenly remembered that the back of her hand had been scratched by a piece of glass when she was slapping the glass.

When she looked back, she couldn't find the piece of glass that was stuck to her blood.

Who will do all this?

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