Witch containment diary

Now that the enemy has retreated, it's time to take over the operation of the asylum again.

Zhang Su turned around and took Yuanzhi away.

Yuan Zhi's figure is light and graceful, extremely delicate, as if she will fall down in the wind, her fingers are soft, she wears soft white knee-high socks, and leather shoes wrap her slender feet. Because I am used to listening to the movements around me, my two ears are always moving around, searching for the source of sounds.

"Will I become like that in the future? Sister Katie and I seem to be the same type of witch." Yuanzhi touched her white and soft kitten ears, which stood stubbornly on both ends of her head.

"It's still early." Zhang Su comforted, "Although you and Katie are both witches of the 'Beast' path, you are still in your infancy, while Katie is already mature."

Witches are a special group of people who are born with different kinds of magic power. The "beast" magic power can give them the shape and strength of beasts.

Juvenile - growth - maturity - complete - broken position. The witches each have their own strength and continue to grow. Once they reach the stage of breaking their throne, they will be like flowers in full bloom and completely transformed.

Yuan Zhi got tired after walking for a while. She wiped the sweat with the back of her hand and her speed slowed down.

"I'm sorry... I'm not in good health." Yuanzhi said weakly.

"It's okay, let's rest." Zhang Su took her to sit on a stone bench on the path.

"Hey...hey." Yuanzhi tried his best to move his little body onto the stone bench.

[Memory "Yuanwei": A young witch of the "Beast" path. Kind and friendly, always helping everyone. Died from extreme weakness 9 months later]

Yuan Zhi died early in the previous life, and I almost forgot what she looked like. Now I need to see her more.

"Huhu..." She looked at the new director curiously, and bravely looked into Zhang Su's eyes.

He is tall and burly, and holds a big stick. He looks scary, but he speaks kindly and is here to protect everyone.

"If I also become a mature witch, will my health be better?" Yuan Zhi asked.

"I will definitely be healthier than now." Zhang Su can't guarantee it.

According to the experience of the previous life, Yuan Zhi has entered the countdown to her life and will die of the epidemic this winter. I wonder if she can be saved in this life.

An'inyuan Witch Asylum is located in the mountains, isolated from the world. There is a trail leading to all parts of the asylum. There are many trees around it, and there is a cave inside.

Yuanzhi held her chest with one hand through her school uniform, and closed her eyes until her breathing returned to balance.

"Much better..." Yuanzhi felt more at ease next to Zhang Su.

"It's my first day taking office. How do you feel about this place?" Zhang Su asked.

"It's good, living with everyone. Although I can't go to the outside world, it's good as long as I have everyone." Yuanzhi said softly.

"The previous director seemed to be very bad, but it doesn't matter. I will be in charge from now on, so everyone won't suffer." Zhang Su said seriously.

Thinking of his previous strengths, Yuan Zhi flinched a little.

"The previous director was very bad. Will he come back again?" She asked worriedly, looking forward to Zhang Su's answer in her heart.

"He won't come back. Even if he comes back, I will drive him away." Zhang Su said firmly.

"Yeah!" Yuanzhi smiled slightly, feeling more reassured.

We have a new director!

"Let's go to the school building first. After the last director left, have you not studied for half a year?" Zhang Su asked.

"Yes! It's actually been many years...will you give us lessons?" Yuanzhi nodded and looked at Zhang Su curiously.

"You go back first and I will take you to class." Zhang Su nodded.

"Okay!" Yuanzhi's eyes lit up. She stood up, bowed to Zhang Su in a polite manner, then turned around and walked towards the school building in small steps.

Zhang Su walked along the path up the mountain until he returned to the central square of Anxinyuan Witch Asylum.

Take a deep breath, the air is cold, and the cold air in March in early spring fills your lungs. Looking around, the layout is still exactly the same as in the impression.

An'inyuan Witch Asylum was originally a monastery, but was later requisitioned by the "Human Defense Project" and transformed into a specialized witch shelter.

In the center is a vast playground used for exercise and physical training. To the north is the office building and staff dormitories; to the east is the prison building, where witches are serving their sentences; Fujikawa Chiyo is also currently detained there; to the west are the school building, canteen and reading room; and to the south is the newly established labor workshop. There is also an ancient shrine in the corner.

Due to insufficient funding, many areas are still vacant.

A high emotional intelligence means a bright future. To put it harshly, it means a poor family.

After rebirth, you are back to the original starting point, but you can also avoid detours. Zhang Su thought silently.

After defeating the Fujikawa group, they will come again tomorrow. But this time it was convenient, because I already had experience in dealing with them in my previous life, and I could ambush them on their way here.

The Fujikawa group is just a small trouble. Zhang Su will not let them disrupt his plan. He still wants to take over all aspects of the shelter's work first.

Arriving at the labor workshop, Zhang Su first looked at the witch working on the sewing machine.

The workshop can accommodate 50 witches working at the same time, but currently only 1 witch is working.

I saw her sitting at the work station, wearing a prison uniform, with a magic lock ring around her neck, with a sincere and honest expression on her face, her hands constantly pushing the fabric towards the machine, and then she quickly stepped on the pedal to make the machine go faster. The stitches were stitched on the fabric, every stitch was precise and clicked.

There were sewing needles, gray fabric, and balls of wool piled on the table, while blankets were piled in the basket on the other side.

The metal runner on one side of the sewing machine made a scraping sound and was on fire!

With a push and a tug, her hands kept moving the fabric on the table, her eyes chasing the rhythm of the mechanical stitches. The leather conveyor belt beside her rotated rapidly and very efficiently.

[Memory "Ruizi": The witch in prison, the witch in the growth stage of the "Gambler" path. Type of humor that contributes to the production. If you comply with the study system during your sentence, complete your homework on time, and score above 90 points on the test, you will be released early]

Ruizi's "gambler" path has a very special magic power. This magic power can manipulate the results of betting and tilt luck in his favor, so he got into bad habits. After that, he played more and more excessively, and was taken down by the Dongming State Public Security Bureau. I can only see you in prison.

She served her sentence in the Anxinyuan shelter. She stayed away from the bad habit of gambling and worked hard. She was originally sentenced to three years. This year is the second year. After the sentence was reduced, she could be released soon.

In the photo taken after he was imprisoned, he still had some kind-hearted features, and he had lost weight after working on a sewing machine for two years. Zhang Su feels that his shelter is still very meaningful.

Zhang Su reached out and picked up a large blanket from the basket.

Although there was no director in the middle half of the year, Ruizi was still diligent and honest and produced a lot of things under the supervision of the defensive officer Kati.

This blanket is dark gray in color, very strong, and soft in texture. It has an extra layer of white gauze sewn on the edge, which makes it particularly beautiful. There are no flaws or damage on the blanket, and it is carefully sewn.

"The weaving is so good." Zhang Su couldn't help but sigh.

"Hehe," Ruizi turned around to see Zhang Su, and saw the nameplate on his chest keenly, and couldn't help being surprised, "Oh? The new director is here?"

"Yes, I am Zhang Su. The city government appointed me as the director of the Anxinyuan Witch Asylum. Didn't the last director receive his salary after he left?" Zhang Su said.

"Guigui, there really isn't any." Ruizi's eyes lit up, "Give me some."

"I have accumulated 1,000 working hours so far. I will pay out the remuneration today. The total is 20,000 yen." Zhang Su took out his wallet.

There is also a reward for working on a sewing machine, but the hourly wage is very low, only 20 yen. Considering the price of goods in Dongming Country, it is not even enough to buy a bottle of water. It is barely used to encourage labor enthusiasm and improve work attitude.

In addition to the witch's own use, this little money can also be saved little by little as start-up capital for starting from scratch, or sent to the prison for the use of relatives.

"It's time to harvest rice." Ruizi was happy.

"Then, please give me more advice." Zhang Su said, he handed the money to Ruizi with both hands, his attitude was sincere.

Ruizi's eyes lit up when she received the money.

She has been here for 2 years. The previous director resigned early because he was self-pitying, worried about the curse breaking out, was cruel and selfish, and was bent on profit.

The new director is much more cheerful in his work, and Ruizi feels that the asylum's prospects have become brighter, as if he really wants to run this place.

"Thank you!" Ruizi put the money into his pocket, nodded to Zhang Su, and then quickly stepped on the sewing machine.

I work from 8:00 to 11:00 in the morning and from 13:00 to 18:00 in the afternoon, a total of 8 hours. Zhang Su glanced at the schedule on the wall.

The daily schedule in the shelter is very regular, which helps to cultivate a sound character.

Zhang Su nodded, put away the blanket, turned his back and left.

[Today’s witch’s labor output: +1 containment fragment]

Witches can collect resources through various labor, education, and production tasks. Zhang Su felt familiar in his heart. This aspect of the journal is no different from the previous life, but now it also has the function of memory.

He came to the school building. The room was very small, with only one classroom and the dormitory where the children lived upstairs.

The witches who are housed are divided into two categories.

The first category of witches violates the law or may pose a threat to humans.

The second type of witch is the descendant of the above mentioned witch.

Public opinion believes that daughters born to criminals also inherit the seeds of evil and are at risk of being corroded. When they grow up, they will also become high-risk witches and wreak havoc on the world.

Therefore, the descendants of the evil witch are not tolerated by humans, and are thrown away as garbage and sent to an asylum to fend for themselves.

Anxinyuan also opened a school building to manage these little witches. After Zhang Su took office, he consciously took on the responsibility of teaching and training them.

When Zhang Su walked into the school building, the color of the walls had faded, leaving mottled marks over time. The wallpaper fell off, leaving behind a hideous concrete wall. The air was filled with dampness and dust, as if this classroom was also a prison.

This place must be revitalized, Zhang Su thought silently.

Yuanzhi was already here. She stood up from behind the old desk and greeted Zhang Su politely.

"Good job, director...! They refused to come down." Yuanzhi said softly.

"Sit down obediently. I'll let others come to class." Zhang Su walked out of the school building.

There is a bronze bell hanging in the open space next to it. Because Anxinyuan was a temple in ancient times, there was also this kind of morning bell.

He struck the bell of "Guanshi Pagoda" with the iron rod in his hand. The bell buzzed and touched people's hearts.

Soon there was a noise upstairs.

The little witches in school uniforms went downstairs one after another, talking and laughing along the way, and the crisp sounds of conversation came from far and near.

Class begins!