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

On the day of graduation, No. 33 was very proud, because she felt that those who could graduate were the best of the best, and the academy said the same, she thought that she would have a crushing advantage when facing other transcendents of the same age, and even the teachers of other transcendent schools did not pay attention to them.

Witnessing the teaching methods in Momiji Academy, she couldn't help but wonder if this kind of teaching method that was free and loose and even the teachers did not have the dignity of a teacher could cultivate qualified students.

However, it is also true that Jiang Chanji took her to escape from Kali's clutches, although she was unconscious at the time and didn't know how he did it, but she was sure that Kali was going to kill them all there at that time, and she didn't let any of them go.

When she was a little distracted, Jiang Chanji said, "Can I ask a question that is not related to your mission?"

"What?" she frowned, for 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, and asked rhetorically, "What why?"

"I mean, there's got to be a reason, right? For money, for fame, for the country, for the people, or just for fun—doesn't ninja sound cool?" Jiang explained.

"There's nothing why. She said indifferently: "I am an orphan, I grew up in an orphanage, I don't know if my parents died or simply abandoned me, anyway, I have lived in an orphanage since I can remember, and the sect master rescued me from the orphanage and brought me into the ninja academy, that's all." ”

"Oh...... So you're here to repay your kindness?" Jiang Chanji understood.

She didn't speak, and she acquiesced.

Living in an orphanage, she basically has no contact with society, after entering the ninja academy, although the training is cruel, she has always gritted her teeth and persevered, and has not considered the option of giving up.

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

He thought to himself, no matter how hard life in the orphanage was, at least it was better than his days of exile, right? Even if her sect master brought her out of the orphanage, shouldn't she use the word 'rescue'?

No. 33 was annoyed by the question, and turned his head as if he was troublesome, "The living conditions in the orphanage are okay." ”

"Then why ......," Jiang Chanji asked very uninterestingly.

Number 33 didn't want to remember that past, and now she regretted it, she had known that she wouldn't answer him, and now she had gotten up, and in the face of his pestering questions, if she refused to answer or was silent, it would seem as if she was still immersed in that pain......

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

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

Just such a simple sentence, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her heart seemed to be empty.

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

"No......" he gasped, in the closed environment of the orphanage, if that kind of person became the director, it would be like a tiger into the flock.

"He was a gentle and elegant intellectual in public, a doctor of literature, good at haiku, won several literary awards, and after retiring from university, he loved public welfare, generously donated to charity, built an orphanage, and had an equally wonderful wife, who had a high reputation, but he ...... at night."

Number 33's cheeks twitched, and her eyes widened—not to look wide-eyed, but as if she had seen the swaying figure in the pitch-black orphanage again, and as if she had heard the creepy voice again—"Run, little girl...... run！”

In Western legend, someone will transform into a werewolf on a full moon night, she has never seen a werewolf, but she has seen a monster that is a man during the day and a wolf at night.

This matter, except for the suzerain and a few people, only she and the other victims knew, she had been silent since leaving the orphanage, and had not told anyone about it, and now she thought she was strong enough to face that terrible past.

In addition to the staff who only work during the day and are responsible for handling daily affairs such as material procurement, the orphanage hires elderly women to take care of these orphans, in the name of helping the lonely and widowed elderly who are living in difficulty to find jobs.

At night, the dean will wander around the girls' dormitories, choosing the girls he likes to start, and the girls will get the things that other friends covet, such as cakes, new clothes, and mobile phones that can't access the Internet.

There are also girls who choose to resist, lock the door of the dormitory at night, or move the bed to the door and hold the door, but because several girls live in the same dormitory, this requires the cooperation of other girls, once there are cowardly girls...... The entire dormitory fell.

Girls who resist will be punished, deliberately found in the daytime to withhold food, confinement, etc., and one person will be punished, and the whole dormitory will sit together.

The girls are looking 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.

The adoption process requires a series of tedious processes, and the most important thing is that the recommendation is in the hands of the dean, who wants to recommend which girl to the adopter will have the opportunity to leave.

Obviously, he would only recommend two kinds of girls, one who was tired of playing, and the other who was ugly, and because the social welfare agency would leave the address of the adopter, he threatened those girls to keep quiet, otherwise he would come to the door and post her photos and videos online.

If there is an adopter who takes a fancy to a girl he does not recommend, he only needs to implicitly mention one or two sentences during the conversation, implying that the girl has an extreme personality, neuroticism, violent tendencies, etc., and the adopter will 100% know the difficulty and retreat, who would want to adopt a girl with such a personality as a daughter?

No. 33 - At that time, she was not called No. 33, and there were four people in her dormitory, one of whom was a cowardly character, and had been succeeded by the dean, and promised that he would be on the next list of recommended adoptions, and there was also a ...... The yellow face is thin and the appearance is not good, and the dean is too lazy to keep his mouth shut, after all, the orphanage has a lot of resources, and he is qualified to pick and choose.

The remaining No. 33 and another girl, the other girl is a year older than No. 33, in the eyes of the dean is just the right age to eat, the two of them planned to resist, and locked the door every night, but the other two girls did not cooperate for their own interests, and even deliberately made trouble, and opened the door on their back lock one night, luring the wolf into the room, causing the other girl to be murdered, and the other two girls pretended to sleep the whole time.

Only No. 33 wanted to save her companions, but how could she be 12 years old at the time against an adult man, so she had to escape from the dormitory alone and spend the night in the hallway, and the girl's screams and cries still echoed in her ears today.

The girl who was brutally murdered has changed her personality since then, as if her spirit has been seriously stimulated, and she is always in a trance, so that she has no reaction, like a walking corpse, which has become a delicacy that the dean tastes every once in a while.

From that night on, No. 33 knew that the dormitory was no longer safe, but what could she do when she was alone?

At that time, she hated the two dormitory girls who aided in the abuse, but after a few years, her hatred was very weak, they were only twelve or thirteen years old, and they grew up in an orphanage like her, and the orphanage was their whole world, so why should they be strong? They are just children.

Located in Hokkaido, this orphanage is a large reclaimed old brick and wood bungalow on the outskirts of Hokkaido, with office areas and night staff dormitories in the middle, with boys living in the south wing and girls in the north wing.

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

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

Every time the dean came to their dormitory, she was not there, and once or twice she could use the toilet to prevaricate, and after a few or three times, the dean understood that she was deliberately avoiding him.

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

No. 33 was originally a delicacy carefully treasured by the dean, like a cellar of fine wine, and when it was fermented to the most suitable age for drinking, he found this little game very exciting, so he wandered around the house at night in search of her traces.

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

“run！little girl！run！”

“big bad wolf is for you！”

This sound has become a nightmare for the girls in the orphanage, who shrank under the quilt and shivered, covering their ears with pillows, afraid to make a sound, for fear of catching fire.

Number 33 desperately tries to run away like a frightened bunny, but no matter how she runs, the sound always seems to float behind her.

The old wooden floors are slightly deformed due to thermal expansion and contraction, and sometimes they make a soft creak when stepped on, especially the wooden staircase, which no one notices during the day, but in the dead of night, it is particularly harsh.

Creak.

Creak.

The voice came from the front, sometimes from the back, and the sound reverberated and distorted over and over too large an area, and she moved on tiptoe like a frightened bird, her heart beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat.

Slowly, she became familiar with every empty room in the north wing of the house, every nook and cranny where people could hide, every piece of floor that might make a sound when stepped on, how many steps each staircase had, how many seconds it took to run each corridor.

On several occasions, she almost brushed him along, relying on her light and nimble body to escape from beneath his outstretched arms.

Sometimes, when she is cornered, she will risk opening the corridor window, climbing out of the window, and then covering the window, holding the edge of the windowsill with her little hands, and dangling her body in the air - if she misses, she will fall from the third floor, the third floor of the bungalow is much higher than the third floor of the apartment building, and once she falls, the consequences are unimaginable.

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 regularity, sometimes he may talk about teenage madness, chasing her for two nights in a row.

She relied on her light body and familiarity with the bungalow to avoid his chase, his chase usually lasted only about half an hour, after half an hour he was tired, and then randomly chose a dormitory to get into, and gasped lowly, while she hugged her knees, shrunk in a corner, dozed off until dawn, returned to the dormitory before the social worker went to work, fell asleep, barely able to sleep for an hour or two.

This 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 probably couldn't help it, after all, he didn't like girls who were too big, so he decided to end the chase game.

One night, Number 33 threw him farther and farther away as he always did, as her physical strength was getting better and better, and he was dying.

She rushed into a side corridor that ended in a staircase that led to the second or first floor.

However, when she ran to the end of the hallway, she was stunned, because the unlocked door at the end of the hallway was locked and locked.

She tried pushing and twisting the handle, but she couldn't push it away or unscrew it.

Creak.

Creak.

The sound of the wooden floor sounded behind him.

“run！little girl！run！”

“big bad wolf is for you！”

Today his voice was different from usual, with smugness and excitement, and he seemed to be still laughing.

She banged and kicked the door like crazy, but how could a little girl under the age of 13 break a solid wooden door with both hands?

In desperation, she had to repeat the same trick, pushing open the window of the corridor, crawling out of the window, standing on the windowsill with her body on her side, covering the window again, and then holding the edge of the windowsill with both hands, hanging her body under the windowsill.

This trick had saved her several times, but today was different because there was a snowstorm in Hokkaido tonight.

Huge clouds of snowflakes fell on her body, and the howling cold wind instantly blew through her thin clothes, shaking her body violently.

It took less than half a minute for her fingers to freeze and lose sensation.

She stared at the cloudy sky, her teeth crushed.

According to past experience, she would have to hang outside for at least five or six minutes before she was safe, and today the dean came prepared, and it must have been strange to see her disappear, maybe she would have to stay longer.

With each gust of wind, the sway of her body caused the fingers of the hand holding the windowsill to slide outwards for a few millimeters, and she couldn't do anything with her finger joints already frozen.

Death, slowly spreading its black wings.