~： The first year story 061, the shadow under the holy night

"That's right. That day when the school is closed, there will be a grand party in the evening. At that time, people from the royal family will also participate, and the parents of the students will also be invited. Those are all prominent nobles."

"……………………"

"Because it is a very grand party, I need some handymen to be responsible for the cleaning and sanitation work that night. Then, you will come to the auditorium to report to you and accept the arrangements I gave you."

"……………………Ok."

"But...because all the people attending the party will be dignitaries, so they must keep their clothes tidy. Do you have anything else besides this one?"

"……………………No."

"Huh, what a sloppy rubbish. In this way, I will give you two Suras and give you a day off on December 31st. You give me a good rest during the day, after all, that day will get all night. Then Go to the bathhouse in the city and take a shower. It would be an insult to them if you know that you and the students use the same rain shower."

"………………Ok."

"Next, buy me a set of decent clothes. If you plan to take this girl with you, buy some clothes for her together. Feed her by the way. If the party reaches its climax I heard this girl's crying...huh! You know how it will end."

Abandoning the cold words, Campa took out the two Suras that seemed to have been prepared long ago, and placed them on the side table. When the idiot nodded and walked over to get those Suras, Campa turned around and left the dilapidated cabin.

In his hand, there are two heavy coins.

The idiot looked at these two coins, then looked at the still sleeping bread in her arms, and her thin clothes...In her deep eyes, it seemed that she had decided something...

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Principal Campa was walking alone on the snow-covered avenue. It seemed that the old man seemed to be in a good mood? Is it because you humiliated that idiot again just now, and feel so happy?

The students and teachers passing by him greeted him, and he rarely greeted the children with a smile. In this way, the old man moved slowly, left the college, and wandered the silver-clad streets of Fengchusha City.

The atmosphere of the upcoming Chinese New Year spreads across the streets, and children can be seen laughing and chasing everywhere. What a peaceful era~~~~

peace?

If there will be peace in an age of flying snow, will this peace be like this snow, it will melt in an instant?

Principal Campa's footsteps stopped. Because behind him, a soldier has appeared.

"Mr. Campa, this is a secret letter to you."

Campa did not look back, but just turned back and took the sealed letter. After sending the secret letter, the soldier has already taken small steps to leave.

The lacquer seal on the secret letter is a stag strutting, this is the lacquer seal used by the royal family. Campa's face sank, and he immediately tore the seal and took out the letter. After scanning slightly, his face immediately sank.

"Anti-thief Trite, escaped..."

The surrounding atmosphere was still so peaceful. Campa burned the letter paper together with the secret letter with fire. After thinking about it, he immediately lifted his footsteps and walked towards a place where the noble area and the civilian area intersect.

The snow in the sky is melodious, and the footsteps of Principal Campa have stopped in front of a civilian apartment. At this moment, a child with long blond hair, a yellow linen skirt, a beige shirt inside and a brown waistcoat outside his upper body, a child about ten years old is squatting in front of the apartment. As soon as the child saw Campa coming, he immediately stopped the busy flower arrangement job in his hand, patted the skirt, and stood up.

"Mr. Principal, hello."

The child smiled, his skin almost as white as snow, like a carved white jade.

"Xing Li."

Mr. Campa nodded at the child and said, "Is your father?"

The child smiled, as beautiful as snow lotus blooming in the ice and snow: "Is it for that matter? Father already knows it."

The child had just finished speaking when the door of the apartment suddenly opened. A woman who also had short blonde hair rushed out of it. That was Quirine Rooney, who hadn't gone to work for more than two months, answered.

"Mr. Principal!!!"

Quilin's expression was obviously a little flustered, and this flustery formed a distinct inverse contrast with the child named Xing Li next to her. In other words, is it because the child still doesn't quite understand the meaning of this matter?

Campa raised his hand and signaled Quilin to calm down: "I know everything, the news just got. Is your father here? I want to talk to him."

The panic on Quilin's face immediately turned into joy, and she quickly stepped aside and said, "Yes! Yes! My dad is here! He is like an ant on a hot pot now! Xingli, don't do these things either. , Come in! Principal Campa, please come in, please come in!"

Principal Campa followed Quilin into the room, but the child did not immediately do so. Until all the fake flowers and branches on the ground were cleaned up, the child slowly walked into the room holding these odd jobs...

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Time, ticking, ticking passed.

The world will never stop moving because of certain people or certain things, and will never be moved by darkness and coldness.

The leg was twitching.

His eyes popped out of his sockets, his tongue spit out, and a white foam flowed down the corner of his mouth.

His nose and mouth were trembling constantly, hoping to inhale more air. Even those cold snowflakes are as delicious as warm nectar to him.

The snow fell on his tongue, falling quietly, and then melting quietly. His lungs have been suffocated, and his hands are firmly grasping the hand wrapped around his neck. As the surrounding snow fell steadily, his legs finally stopped moving.

This is a soldier whose life has disappeared like a melting snow on his tongue. Behind what has been called a corpse is a face. There was a cruel laugh on that face, and he let go of the soldier's arms.

Puff...

The corpse fell on the snow, splashing a snowflake. In this cold and humid alley, no one heard the sound from here. The ignorant people laughed, because today is December 31st, the last day of the year. Tonight will have the grandest event, the sweetest food and the warmest home. Although it is still snowing in the sky, it does not hinder the interest of those people.

The beast that had just finished killing came out from the alley. He was mixed among the pedestrians, wearing a suit that had just been stripped from the prey. He lowered his head, and the corner of his mouth exuded an excited smile from time to time. He had just killed someone, and his excitement for blood hadn't had time to calm down. A pair of terrible eyes swept across the faces of those who were laughing...

Breathing, gasping. White gas emitted from the corner of his mouth and disappeared into the diffuse air.

This bloodthirsty beast just escaped from the cage three days ago. The oppressive feeling of imprisonment made him nervous, and the regaining of freedom made him vent his nervousness as soon as he got out of the prison. In just three days, eleven people have become victims of his pair. He was excited, using the lives of others to vent his pressure. And this night, which should have been cheerful, became the best time for him to search for the next target.

However, he is not a real beast. While venting his pressure, he also knew his current situation. Because of his escape, layers of guard nets have already been laid down in the entire Fengchusha City. Although the government did not release the news, the ignorant civilians knew nothing, and thought they were living peaceful Eve festival after another. However, people in the military had already started secretly, and all the main routes leaving the city had been laid out. The plainclothes soldiers on the street were also searching layer by layer, hunting down his out-of-control beast.

Two soldiers appeared in front. Although they were not wearing armor, judging from the well-trained eyes and bulging waist, they were definitely soldiers in plain clothes and sabers. The corner of his mouth cracked, he gave a sneer, turned into the street next to him, and brushed past the soldiers.

Instead of continuing to kill, it's better to leave here as soon as possible. His people are already waiting to pick him up outside the city. As long as they can escape from the power of this damned sand city, there is a wide plain waiting for his beast to gallop!

So, he wants to leave... leave... leave...

"Mom~~~"

A little girl, about five or six years old, holding a balloon, ran past the beast. Really smiled that day, cute look. Squeeze it, as if you can squeeze out the skin immediately...

There was a soft grunt from the beast's throat. He couldn't help it anymore. He wanted to try it. What would it feel like when he pinched that tiny neck with his hands? Will it be very comfortable... very happy?

The guards of the Holy Eve Festival are the weakest. Compared with the previous few days, those guards have to protect the venues of the party to avoid trouble. Therefore, today is also the best day for him to escape. But before that, enjoy another last supper...

"Ha ha…………"

The beast turned around and followed the little girl's footsteps.

Enjoy the last dinner... It should be okay, right?