"Mingjun, go back and rest, I will take care of the rest."

The taller and thicker man grinned, holding the shovel in his big jade-like hands and prying it into the ground. He could easily handle the workload that an ordinary person would need more than a dozen shovels by himself.

"Kenjiro's strength is getting stronger and stronger." Sakurai Akira enviously looked at the muscle lines on Kenjiro's arms that even long sleeves could not hide.

Miyamoto Kenjiro put down the shovel, made a Popeye gesture, and proudly said: "This is the result of my long-term hard work!"

"Tch, big guy, so ugly." The passing Ryoma curled his lips and held the back of his head with his hands, passing by in boredom.

"Young, isn't this the future Principal Ryoma?" Miyamoto Kenjiro said with a smile, "You skipped class again?"

Principal Ryoma sneered: "I am patrolling the future territory, what do you know?"

Kenjiro Miyamoto smiled with narrowed eyes and said nothing. He just looked at him so intriguingly that it made Principal Ryoma feel uncomfortable all over.

"Don't look at me like that, I always feel like you are secretly scolding me in your heart!" Ryoma said angrily.

Miyamoto Kenjiro shrugged, "Be confident, I like you when you are confident."

"Okay." Sakurai Akira interrupted the two of them with a smile, "Don't forget to attend the party tonight. The time is coming, we need to be ready."

Hearing this, the two of them suppressed the confusion between their brows and eyes, and the air was filled with a solemn atmosphere. They nodded slightly at the same time. Although they said nothing, their eyes as calm as water seemed to have finished speaking.

everything.

Sakurai Akira held the shovel with both hands and looked at the corner of the sky above his head with emotion, which had not changed much from before.

From the time they met the adults until now, the square sky above their heads is still the same as before, and many things seem to have remained the same. However, only they know that their fate has been reversed invisibly.

It has only been half a year since I met the adults, but to them, it seems like several years or more than ten years have passed.

Every night, they enter a strange space after falling asleep.

It was a lightless world, with no daylight all year round. In the darkness, only the magnificent golden boy lit up like burning, and there were whispers hidden in the depths of the darkness, like the whispers of evil spirits.

There are countless monsters hidden in the darkness. The monsters look like life but not life, and they look like death but not death. They are mostly made of bronze bones, and their ribs are interlocked with each other like chains.

The monster Sakurai Akira encountered for the first time had a ferocious red face, a slender and straight nose, and a golden light flowing in the hole, just like the mythical Tengu.

Every time they encountered monsters, they would scream between joy and cry, and pounce on them with their bronze claws exposed.

Of course the monsters don't want to give them a hug of love, but want to tear them apart and drink fresh blood.

Later they found out that what was opened to them every night was the "Devil-Slaying Door".

That is the fate that the eight Sheqi families bear.

Behind the door is the world of "ghosts".

All out-of-control ghosts in history will be thrown into this world, unable to escape forever, and eventually completely degenerate into irrational monsters.

For the past six months, they have fought there every night with their former ghosts to hone their martial arts skills.

"Mingjun...you seem to be in a bad situation recently. Are you feeling unwell?" Miyamoto Kenjiro suddenly asked.

Akira Sakurai was silent for a moment, then raised his head and smiled, "It's okay, I just had a strange dream and I felt a little depressed."

"Dreaming?" Ryoma rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you still have time to dream at night?"

"It's a nap." Sakurai Akira said helplessly.

He had a very strange and long dream during his nap recently.

The most special thing about this dream is that it seems to be a series. He has been having the same dream for several days in a row, and the development of the story is still closely connected.

In the dream, he did not meet adults. After meeting with the prosecutor, he received a poisonous hope. In the end, he could not hold back the hand that reached out for hope, and went to self-destruction in the ultimate sublimation.

Poisonous hope ignited his blood and life. After losing his mind, he brutally defiled and killed the people he loved, and then fled all the way, killing many innocent people on the way...

In the dream, he was completely eroded by his bloodline and turned into the most fearful person he had ever been.

He has been thinking about this dream recently, and he always feels that this dream is too real, and the reality makes him feel scared.

He obviously wanted to completely forget this damn dream, but he couldn't help but recall every detail in the dream.

"A nightmare?" Kenjiro Miyamoto held the shovel again, "Well, it's just a dream, don't worry about it, cheer up quickly, you are our temporary captain."

Sakurai Akira was about to say something when the principal not far away suddenly shouted to him: "Sakurai Akira, someone is looking for you."

"Sorry, I'm leaving first." Akira Sakurai put down the shovel, waved his hand, and walked quickly towards the old principal.

"Why is the principal looking for him?" Ryoma asked suspiciously.

"...It seems it's almost time." Miyamoto Kenjiro murmured, seeming to have remembered something.

"When's the time?" Ryoma looked back at him.

"His birthday." Miyamoto Kenjiro said calmly, his eyes falling on the man who was gradually walking away.

For ordinary people, every birthday is a day worth celebrating. You come to this world and start your life on this day. How can you not celebrate such an important day?

Life requires a sense of ritual, and the word "birthday" itself has a full sense of ritual.

But for the students detained in this caring school, their "birthday" often means the visit of law enforcement.

The law enforcers wore elegant black suits with gorgeous and ferocious pictures of ghosts and gods drawn on the linings of the suits.

They may be careless, or they may be so majestic that people dare not look directly at them, but to students it is actually no different. Whether they are kind law enforcement officers or dignified law enforcement officers, they will ruthlessly execute dangerous targets like them.

Because they are ghosts.

It is a mistake that is not allowed to exist, and you are born with sin.

Ryoma was silent for a while, and then said in a faint tone: "What questions did the law enforcer you met last time ask you?"

"It's the same as before. Do I lose control of myself? Do I have a girl I like? Is there anyone I hate so much that I want to kill him? Oh, and he also asked me if I know how to masturbate." Miyamoto Kenjiro shrugged.

Ryoma frowned and said, "I can understand the above, but what is masturbation?"

Miyamoto Kenjiro raised his eyebrows slowly.

This caring college is very small, and the students there are destined not to have access to the increasingly developed Internet age. What they can access is what they are allowed to access.

So action movies and photos of beautiful women do not exist.

When they are hired as school guards, some obscure law enforcers will bring some special gifts to celebrate them and celebrate that they have entered a new stage of life.

Miyamoto Kenjiro stared at the boy in front of him and said meaningfully: "A simple repetitive mechanical movement in pursuit of self-satisfaction."

Ryoma's eyes were full of confusion.

…

…

Sakurai Akira returned to the dormitory tiredly.

He did not turn on the lights because the sudden heavy rain tonight caused problems with the circuits of this old campus that was in disrepair.

He and several other school workers tried to save him for a long time, but still failed.

It is worth mentioning that the law enforcer who came to see him this year also joined their emergency repair team, but unfortunately it failed. The law enforcer sighed regretfully and turned around to leave.

This year's routine inspection is no different from previous years. Every question asked by Mr. Law Enforcer is like a sharp scalpel, cutting him into thin slices and carefully observing them with a microscope.

At the end of the inspection, Mr. Law Enforcer smiled and told him that his condition was very stable. As long as he continued to maintain it, he would be able to go out when he was forty years old. No one would ask him through the tempered glass anymore and would only visit him once a year.

Family, by the way, I would like to send you my condolences.

Forty years old...?

It's so far away.

Who else would want to start a family with him at the age of forty?

In the original destiny trajectory, the forty-year-old Akira Sakurai had no talent, never left the school in the mountains, was an old man who had not had time to grow up, and was a widow without any relatives.

Sakurai Akira seriously fantasized about what she would look like now at the age of forty.

I should have written at least a dozen volumes then, right?

I just don’t know if any readers will read it...

Well, I think there are at least a few people in the world who would be willing to read what he writes, such as Kenjiro and the others, the editor Mr. Sawa, and... the "girls" that adults call the same as them.

"Are you going to end up like this for the rest of your life?"

In the darkness, Sakurai Akira, who had just returned to the dormitory, heard a man's voice as if coming from a very far distance.

His voice seemed so gentle and lazy, even a little feminine, but his majesty was even greater than that of a law enforcer.

He was simply sitting there in the darkness, but he seemed to be sitting on a throne!

Sakurai Akira lit the candle silently.

The candlelight illuminated the dark room and illuminated the face of the man sitting on the seat.

A face that is enough to turn all living beings upside down, more beautiful and graceful than any other woman.

The man pushed a dozen potions in front of Sakurai Akira. The potions gradually transitioned from bright red to dull purple, just like the colors of a rainbow cocktail.

Kazama Liuli said softly: "Someone asked me to give these things to you. If you don't want to end your life so hastily, then accept it and try to make your blood boil."

He was entrusted by a woman to give this potion to her brother, allowing this poor man who had been imprisoned all his life to make his own choice.
To be continued...