Chapter 69: Confession of a "Ghost"

The people of the Sheqi Eight Family, after the results of the bloodline determination came out when they were five years old, their fate would be divided into two watersheds.

It was okay if your bloodline was safe, but once your bloodline was determined to be dangerous, your life would be doomed to be dark from then on.

In Sakurai Kogure's impression, she had been here for almost eight years. The memories before the age of five were happy and joyful, but the memories after the age of five were only darkness without a sun.

Even though many years have passed, Sakurai Kogure can still recall everything that happened on that day quite clearly. That day looked no different from usual. After taking the test in the morning, she and her half-brother sat in the living room in the afternoon and drew with colored pencils.

That afternoon, the sky was blue and the sun was very good. The laziness cast a large shadow under the eaves. The brother and sister chatted casually, imagining their future and future dreams.

...Then, everything changed.

She and her brother were taken to two separate cars. Her father, Sakurai Kozaburo, stood at the door and looked at them. His face was no longer kind, and his eyes were full of indifference.

Then, she was brought to this school by those scary-looking men in black. At that time, she timidly reached out and tugged at the corner of someone's clothes to ask when she would go home, but all she got in response was the other person's impatient and cold eyes.

...The other person looked at her as if he was looking at a monster.

It was the same as the way her father looked at her when she left home, the same coldness, the same indifference, the same... disgust.

At the beginning, she still had the idea that her father would come here to visit her, thinking that as long as she performed well in school, she would have the opportunity to go home, so she had always tried to be a good child, not crying or making trouble, and doing everything by herself.

In school, she was the best student every year.

...But it was useless.

Her father never came to see her once, and those excellent grades could not give her freedom. Everything she did was in vain.

There was a time when she placed her hopes on the men in black who would come to see her every year on her birthday. They all wore sophisticated black suits with gorgeous and ferocious ghosts and gods painted on the lining of their suits. It was said that they were the law enforcers in this country, maintaining the order of the mixed-race society in the shadows.

The law enforcers who came to see her every year were different. Some law enforcers looked careless and would bring her some birthday gifts on purpose, while others were so majestic that people dared not look directly at them.

... These law enforcers were her only way to contact the outside world.

So she set her sights on these law enforcers, hoping to find a breakthrough from them, so she spent several years selecting a law enforcer who looked the friendliest and easiest to talk to her, hoping that the other party would recommend her so that she could become one of these people.

When he heard her request, the law enforcer was stunned for a moment, then agreed with a smile on his face, and handed her a bag of silk fish grilled through the tempered glass, saying it was a birthday gift.

That day, she was full of joy and ran freely on the playground alone, feeling that the wind around her was celebrating for herself.

But that night, she received bad news.

... The law enforcement officer who was easy to talk to gave her an orange label for the return visit file this time.

During the annual birthday visit, the law enforcement officer would label her file according to her situation and the answers to some inquiries. If she was labeled green or yellow, she would pass, but if it was orange, the monitoring would be strengthened, and as for red... students with this label would disappear from the school that day.

In the previous years, the labels she received were all green, which represented safety, but because of the question she asked, she pushed herself into hell with her own hands that year.

Not only was her daily movement restricted, she was not allowed to go to the toilet or take a shower alone, and she was forced to wear a thick straitjacket and be chained to the bed at night.

Those people said she was dangerous, and if she had that kind of thought again next time, she would be marked red, but because she had performed well before, she hoped that she would correct it in the next year and become normal again.

The nun would kiss her forehead and hope that she would get better soon, and pray for her devoutly, but she felt at a loss lying on the bed.

She didn't know whether she made a mistake in pursuing freedom or in wanting to become a law enforcer, and she didn't understand why the law enforcer smiled and promised her and then gave her that evaluation... It was incomprehensible.

- In this school, they seemed not allowed to have that kind of dangerous special thought.

Since then, she has gradually become silent. She used to be active, but now she can sit in a corner alone and stare at the sky for a whole day.

The nun said with relief that she was performing better and better, but she felt that her heart was becoming emptier and emptier day by day.

Sometimes she would look at the high wall of the school covered with barbed wire, but she would quickly look away. Students here should not and are not allowed to have a desire for the outside world.

...The idea of ​​escaping from this school came to her mind one day when she suddenly saw a curious little bird looking at them outside the school.

She couldn't allow herself to rot in such a place, nor could she allow herself to sink a little bit. Although she knew nothing about the outside world, at least there was the freedom she wanted...even if the price of freedom was death.

...She seemed to have really waited for this opportunity.

A group of people of unknown origin occupied the school. There were few of them, but they were all elites. The school's security force was not worth mentioning in front of them.

Those people gathered these students and said that they were the fierce ghosts. They used to exist like them. This time they occupied the school to bring them freedom and liberation, so that they could leave with each other... Some people were moved, some were just afraid, but no one was willing to be the first to stand up.

Faced with this situation, the woman standing on the stage just smiled indifferently, saying that she could understand their feelings, but she respected their ideas and choices, and said that she was willing to give them another chance, but this chance was only for one person...

Looking at the girl standing in front of him, Sakurai Kogure repeated his request again with a serious face.

"...I want to be free."