There is nothing to do in the afternoon in the school. Akira Sakurai can rest and relax as much as he wants, but he just can't go out.

——I just can’t go out.

Akira Sakurai is a school worker at this church school and a graduate of this school. He becomes a staff member of this school through internal digestion.

He was sent to the school since he was five and never went out since, because at the age of five he was judged as dangerous blood, in other words, a blood-in-blooded child, the "ghost" in the family.

Sakurai Akira has been sent to this school since he was five years old, and now he is twenty-one.

There is nothing wrong with law enforcement people only conduct investigations once a year, but all they have to do is conceal all their dangerous symptoms and let law enforcement people fill in all their survey forms as safe green.

Green represents safety, and safety means that it will not be dealt with. When I came to Akira Sakurai’s law enforcement people chatting, they talked about the story of the story when they used to "handle ghosts", which was understatement and natural.

Sakurai knew that in their hearts, he was just a ghost, but the difference between a big ghost and a little ghost. A big ghost may also require some effort from law enforcement, but a little ghost can be strangled to death at will. Ghosts are annoying things. When Akira Sakurai was strangled to death, no one would shed a tear for him.

Akira Sakurai has lived here for sixteen years. Sixteen years is enough for a child to grow into a teenager. Sixteen years is enough for a sapling to grow into a big tree in the sky, enough to rust a bright blade as bright as a mirror, or polish a broken sword that is the most rusty, so that it can rejuvenate the long light of the world.

But what did these sixteen years bring to him? What did this sixteen years of imprisonment, humiliation and death-like silence bring to him?

He asked himself this question in his heart. When he asked this question, he lay down on the lawn of the campus, looking at the unchanging square sky for sixteen years.

But just like every previous inquiry, the twenty-one-year-old Akira Sakurai still couldn't get the answer.

Some law enforcement officer comforted Akira Sakurai said that if the safe green on the questionnaire could last until he was forty, he would be able to regain his freedom.

His birthday is coming soon this year... Such a day will last for 19 years. Nineteen years.

He has spent sixteen years here, and then he has to spend nineteen years here. When he leaves here, he is like being out of prison, right? But what's the use of being out of prison at the age of 40? I'm afraid that parents who are always well-dressed in memory will not come to pick up this son who is already forty? Or will they still regard themselves as their son?

Five-year-old Akira Sakurai was quickly abandoned by his parents after monitoring the bloodline defect, just like he abandoned an unlovely kitten or puppy.

A deep sense of powerlessness arose in Sakurai's heart, and the surging emotions were called anger, but he quickly suppressed this emotion in his heart. Ghosts cannot show anger. Ghosts who show anger will be marked yellow when ratings, or even represent a more dangerous red.

Only a red partner appeared beside him, and that was the last time they met, because that partner had been "handled" silently.

The Ba Family of Snake Qi is a large family. Its branches and leaves are lush like a tree in the sky, and its family members are dense like green leaves on the treetops.

The family dealt with a little ghost like a big tree shaking off a dried yellow leaf. When it landed on the soil, even if it tried its best, it could only make a crisp sound, providing law enforcement officers with the topic of discussion on the negative textbook.

Apart from this, there will be no more trouble. No one will care about the shaking of a dead leaf, just as no one will care about Akira Sakurai's death.

Baiyun was walking lonely in the sky at the four corners. In the past, Akira Sakurai named them with great interest, treating them as friends who would go out for a short rest here. But now he even becomes jealous of the white clouds in the sky.

Come soon at the age of forty...

Akira Sakurai closed his eyes, and he turned all the resentment and anger in his heart into a long sigh. After sighing, he was about to return to work.

After sighing, he no longer regarded himself as a ghost. He is Akira Sakurai who lives here temporarily. He is a lonely and silent hero who needs to be tempered for forty years before he can be unsheathed again.

Thinking of this, he felt a little better, he sighed a long time, then stood up and patted the grass chips on his trousers.

Just then he heard a loud sound of the engine, which was the engine of a sports car, and the sound of the truck that cared about going out for supplies to purchase in schools.

——In this kind of mountainous area in Kobe, only one person can drive this kind of sports car.

Law enforcement officer. However, there is no one who is approaching his birthday recently. Akira Sakurai, who is closest to his birthday, has to wait half a month later.

Are they here to deal with ghosts?

Akira Sakurai burst into cold sweat.

———

The brakes were quite harsh, and you could imagine the speed of the car when it came by just hearing the sound, but who dared to drive so fast on such a mountainous road?

Four men and one woman, five black figures walked in through the open school gate. They were dressed in black law enforcement costumes, with tigers, yakshas, ​​cherry blossoms and cranes painted in the open lining.

"Oh, it turns out this is the campus! I thought it was a prison." Lu Mingfei looked around, and with his current eyesight, he could clearly see the thick iron chains and reinforced iron gates in front of the school building in the distance. It must be fine if the chains are used to tie deadpools.

This sentence is quite sarcastic. Even Yuan Zhisheng was so terrified that he coughed gently and said, "I heard that the secret party will use large doses of sleeping pills to help sleep in sanatoriums in the Pacific. I don't like to use that kind of drug-assisted method, so I have to strengthen my prevention at the door."

Chu Zihang and Caesar were also looking at the surrounding environment. They did not miss the solid and thick stone walls around them and the barbed wire fences that were energized.

"It seems you could have made this place a prison." Chu Zihang said softly.

"This is not something that the young master can decide alone," Sakura said, "If you carry the dragon blood, you must have such awareness. In this regard, the secret party is no exception."

"Tsk." Caesar shook his head, "This campus is so small that it's uncomfortable. I don't want to do this visiting mission anymore."

He actually felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't notice anything on the way, but the closer he got to this place, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Being imprisoned because of bloodline, just like being despised because of surname, it is exactly the same as being defining the following definition.

Yes, the hybrid species imprisoned for his bloodline reminded him of a surname defined as a humble last name called "Gulwig".

He was a little angry.

"The subject of this task has been arranged in the interrogation room. In the past, when conducting investigations, they have to be questioned through tempered glass." Yuan Zhisheng raised the questionnaire in his hand, "Does anyone want to try it?"

"Through tempered glass?" Caesar frowned. "You have locked him in this prison-like place, but you still have to ask him in the interrogation room through the tempered glass?"

"Sorry, this is also for security reasons." Yuan Zhisheng said.

"There are so many elites among us who are mixed-race, so we shouldn't be afraid of a mixed-race with blood defects, right?" Caesar smiled, "What do you think the young master?"

"..." Yuan Zhisheng was rarely silent. He frowned and turned to look at Ying, "Then arrange to investigate in the playground outside."

"I feel uncomfortable when interrogating people who are not prisoners in prison." Caesar continued, "Since it is a rare experience, can it be arranged more novel?"

Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei were both surprised. They had never seen this noble prince show off his aggressiveness like today, and for a mixed race with blood defects that he had never met before.

"So what if he decides at his own discretion?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

"A good offer." Caesar nodded, then took out the cigar box from his pocket, pulled out a Gao Xiba cigar and handed it to Yuan Zhisheng, "I was a little shocked just now, sorry."

"It's okay." Yuan Zhisheng took the cigar, but for him who is used to smoking a soft seven-star, this cigar is obviously a bit beyond his ability.

"Young Master..." Ying looked at Yuan Zhisheng.

"Just do it like that." Yuan Zhisheng finally chose to stuff the cigar into his mouth, "Let that person choose...what is the name?"

"It's Sakurai Aki from the Sakurai family." Sakurai said.

"Then let Aki Sakurai choose the location himself." Genjiso said, "We have a head of the family, a retainer, two A-level elites and a long-lost S-level. If this lineup can still be made to Aki Sakurai escape or hurt people, I should be the first to apologize."

"Yes." Sakura nodded and walked towards the interrogation room.

At this time, Caesar was slashing matches. He held two burning matches and came up. Yuan Zhisheng stretched out one hand to block the wind and brought the cigar to the fire.

——A violent cough was immediately followed.

Caesar patted Yuan Zhisheng on the shoulder and smiled.

"Thank you, young master."
Chapter completed!