After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 429 Kiss My Baby (38)

She shouted the boy's name loudly, not only to find him as soon as possible, but also to strengthen her courage.

But at this moment, Ding Bao heard a long "creak—" sound coming from behind him, and as the beam of white light in front of him gradually disappeared with the closing of the small door, when his body was shrouded in total darkness, , Ding Bao held his breath and tried not to let himself panic, slowly turned his head, and looked at the administrator standing behind him at some point.

He was the old Headmaster, as the children would call him.

Ding Bao yelled that too. Although she was young at that time, she was used to seeing a child who was indifferent and indifferent to the world, and could already clearly see that strange look in the other party's eyes.

She knows everything.

Because of this, she became more and more frightened.

The purpose of calling out the old dean was to arouse the trace of humanity deep in the other party's heart.

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

He stretched out his hand towards Ding Bao, the air was filled with a suffocating suffocating stench, and the hot breath from his mouth was mixed with a disgusting stench, as well as the wheezing accompanying his body due to obesity and old age Voice.

"Whoa, whoa"

He slowly approached, and his obese body was almost three times the size of Ding Bao. At this moment, Ding Bao realized how small he was. She had hoped for the sliver of reason left in her humanity, and that ridiculous pity.

Unfortunately, the other party did not.

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

She turned her head and rushed into the darker corner, followed the source of the sound and called out the child's name even louder.

The long silence and the empty corner made her heart sink suddenly.

After a brief trance, Ding Bao rushed to the window on the back wall, stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hands 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 at this time, a stronger person must come to save herself.

She knew there must be someone out there.

No matter who it is, she hopes that the other party can call the dean.

The violent beatings made her hands already red, and the screams spread to every corner of the room. It was obviously a movable window on weekdays, but at this time the outside was locked from the outside. use.

She has too little strength.

She is too weak.

So when the big hand behind her covered her mouth with force, 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 dying, no matter how dark it is, Ding Bao doesn't want his life to continue to be dark.

The moment she came back from the 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 was in vain at this moment.

It was her own fault.

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

She made a mistake in thinking that she could continue to be greedy for family affection.

She made a mistake in thinking that sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity.

In the end, she was wrong to believe in human nature.

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

She can only rely on herself.

So he broke out with all his strength and bit the back of the opponent's hand in one bite.

The other party let go of his hand in pain, and staggered with old steps, ready to continue to press on him, but the thin and small Ding Bao quickly rolled out from under him. When the other party hadn't stabilized his heavy body, her eyes stayed on the door. The glass next to it was smashed by the ball.

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

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 shard of glass, raised her foot and kicked him in the face fiercely, scolding him all over, but he didn't let go, and fell off the chair with Ding Bao.

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

Ferocious, ugly, constantly spitting out disgusting words from his mouth.

At that second, the fear faded from Ding Bao's face, leaving only ruthlessness and determination in his eyes.

She stretched out her hand and pressed his head, while with the other hand, she grabbed the shards of glass along his neck and stabbed them down hard.

"Can you imagine that blood? I was halfway through the stroke, and the blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing all over my face. At that time, I almost couldn't hold the glass in my hand. Fortunately, the glass also pricked It's in the palm of my hand, and it's firmly held by me."

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

When the darkness of that day had faded away, Ding Bao told the story calmly, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, and there was a shocking silence hidden in the calmness on his face.

Bazahei was silent for a long time.

It was already out of its wits and couldn't even say a word of comfort.

And it's been so long, the consolation at this time probably doesn't even count as a fart for Ding Bao.

it asked.

"Did no one find out later?"

"no one."

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

After calculating the time, they didn't come out until an hour later.

During this hour, Ding Bao lit the candles in the management room, and then placed a bottle of white wine beside the candles. The old dean usually drank high-concentration self-brewed wine, and this kind of wine was the best for combustion.

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

In addition, she sprinkled water in other places in the house to ensure the speed of the fire.

Just like that, Ding Bao stood in the wet room, watching the burning flame.

Half an hour later, she left the house, went to the back hill of the orphanage, buried her blood-stained coat, squatted by the river to wash her face, and finally pulled out the glass stuck in her hand. Throw it directly into the bottom of the river.

"So the glass shards here are the ones you threw away?"

"do not know."

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

When she looked back, she couldn't find the piece of glass with her blood on it.

Who's going to do all this?
(End of this chapter)