[Hunter] Memoirs

Zora woke up from hunger.

It was because she had nothing at home that she was forced to go out to buy things on a rainy night. She went out in the rain and got soaked all over, but ended up picking up a good-looking boy who looked like an elf on the way.Not to mention that the abnormal person would take care of this kind of trouble, she brought the boy back and dealt with everything.

Then she was so tired that she curled up on the sofa and fell asleep, forgetting to eat.

So much so that now my stomach is cramping.

She opened her eyes in a daze and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. After a while, the cells in her body seemed to come alive. The hour hand that had moved to a position perpendicular to the ground reminded her that it was getting late.She sat up from the sofa holding her stomach in a bad complexion, although talking was better than nothing, but she still rubbed it twice symbolically, and then gave herself a painful □□, poured herself a cup of hot water and sipped it.

She was tossing until the early morning yesterday, and she was extremely haggard.

The long curly hair was also messily rolled behind her after a night, and when she turned her head, it was obvious that the right side of her head was bulging ridiculously.

The rain is still falling, and the clicking sound outside the window can't stop ringing in my ears. Perhaps because of the weather, the house is dark.

Zora sat quietly with her eyes closed for a while, then stood up unsteadily to turn on the light and the TV by the way.

The screen flashed, and it happened to stay on the warning message that had been broadcast since yesterday.

"This typhoon is expected to last until Saturday. Residents are requested to protect their financial and personal safety, and minimize going out to avoid..."

Probably due to the impact of the typhoon, the TV screen was also flashing with white flowers, and the sound of electric current was scattered in the air through the stereo, making it a bit noisy in the empty room.

The wet and cold rain vapor seemed to pass through the glass, and slowly climbed along the floor to her legs. It rained for a long time last night, and now she feels a little dizzy. I don't know if it is a psychological effect. hot.

He walked to the hanger and took a coat over his body, but it still couldn't stop the erosion of the chill.

There was only a little food left in the refrigerator that could be used in the pot, but she didn't want to take care of it. Fortunately, after turning over the bed for a while, she found half a bag of rice in the kitchen cabinet, washed the rice and added water to put the rice Going in, she closed the lid of the rice cooker and waited for breakfast and lunch.

Isn't it a death to eat quick-frozen food after the stomach hurts like this?

She still has this common sense. After adjusting the air conditioner to a higher temperature, Zora tightened her coat, sighed and curled up on the sofa in enjoyment.

Not long after lying down, Zora quietly sat up from the sofa, thinking about that handsome boy with downcast eyes.

She did a series of treatments for him last night, but after all, her methods were not as good as her mother's, and she didn't know if such a rough emergency would keep him awake.

The more he thought about it, the more uncertain he felt, Zhuo pulled the coat on his shoulders, and walked lightly to the room where the corpse of the young man...wrong body was placed.In her opinion, her own movement was light enough. For abnormal humans with keen hearing, it might be like ordinary people hearing the sound of tables and chairs being dragged.

The door was not closed tightly, so she pushed open the gap and walked in.

Looking at the weak light in the living room, she was relieved by the weak ups and downs of the boy's body when he breathed. She turned on the indoor light and came to the boy's bed.

Lifting the thin quilt covering him, she leaned over to observe the injury.To her surprise, the wound, which was expected to take two to three weeks to heal, was almost healed after one night and one morning.

This is not the first time Zora has seen this kind of patient, so she shouldn't be surprised if this young man...

After she put on a clean bandage again, she looked down at this handsome boy thoughtfully.

The room was quiet, she stroked the boy's silvery white hair, which was different from the adult man's, but also had the softness of a boy's hair, so she couldn't help but curl the corner of her lower lip.

I don't know why he is in such a mess. Their world is too difficult to understand. Zora doesn't understand the meaning of fighting all day long. As a college student, she doesn't want to understand at all.

Suddenly thought of something, her expression changed, she quickly withdrew her hand, turned off the light and left.

The blue eyes opened suddenly at the moment the door was closed, and they were extraordinarily bright in the darkness.

He woke up when Zora came in, and kept his eyes closed to understand the situation, his nerves strained to the limit when Zora stroked his hair.To his slight consolation, Zora didn't mean anything malicious.

He lifted the quilt and rolled out of bed without a sound, and then quickly rushed to the door, leaning against the door panel and listening to the movement outside.

The sound of rushing water and the sound of the collision of glassware came to the ears through the door panel. The boy tilted his head and listened for a while, then held the doorknob with his hand.

To be honest, he doesn't know how to deal with this situation now, whether it's this woman or his being rescued.

Even though he was grateful, something in his subconscious kept making him suspicious and wary of everything.

but--

Zora is a typical Virgo. She is not very strict about certain things. To put it bluntly, she is obsessive-compulsive disorder. For example, when packing things, she must be neat and tidy, and she does not know how many times she has to check the things in her bag before going out.

To some careless people, this can seem downright paranoid.

But when it comes to daily life, she is not so maddening, and even a little anxious.

During the holidays, I get up and eat very irregularly, and I just mess with it when it’s time for meals. It’s okay for Lal to be there, but it just so happens that Lal will be going out for a while, and her schedule has been messed up in the first week after the woman left up.

Just like now, she didn't start to solve breakfast until noon, of course, there were some unexpected reasons.

The aroma of porridge has permeated the whole house.

She took out a bowl from the shelf and put it in front of the rice cooker. After looking at the time needed, she wrapped her coat and walked towards the sofa in the living room.

About to go down the stairs, the bell ringing in the bathroom seemed to have some strange special effects added, she turned back halfway, and took out the mobile phone from the wet clothes in the laundry basket, thinking with lingering fear that being immersed in such a humid environment Not bad yet.

When she was about to answer the phone, the other party had already hung up.

Not long after a letter was sent.

[The weather forecast says there is a typhoon at home, be careful. ]

Zora wiped her phone with a tissue and typed.

[Ok, no problem. ]

She thought about it, it seemed too blunt, Lal complained many times.

So she deleted it again, walked towards the living room with her mobile phone in hand, wrote the reply over and over again, and finally finalized the content and sent it.

[Received, you should also pay attention to safety and come back as soon as possible. ]

To be honest, she still felt a little uncomfortable, but she couldn't modify it after sending it. She was thinking about this issue in her mind. Finally, she put the phone in her pocket and forced herself not to think about it.

Before she went down the stairs, her cold golden eyes saw herself and the people who appeared out of nowhere behind her in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows opposite.

At the same time, his throat was strangled by a pair of powerful hands.

"If you don't want to die, don't move, and answer my question obediently."

The deliberately lowered voice made her a little uneasy, but Zora was not so worried when she found that the person behind her was not making any substantial moves to hurt her.

She didn't know where the confidence came from, this boy would not hurt her.

In other words, it is not easy to hurt people.

The boy's palm is very big, and he can easily hold her neck. The warm skin and throbbing tiny blood vessels under his hand make him want to leave, and the fragile neck can be broken with just a little effort. .

Not only did the weak woman not pay attention to his threats, but she turned her head and looked up at him: "I can't breathe."

The boy's face darkened.

"Don't talk to me about conditions, see clearly that I'm threatening you!"

"The means of threat are too gentle, if you can use a little force, I can still believe it."

She pinched his thickly callused fingers with her fingertips without notice, and the curvy blond hair tickled him for a while. This woman with a calm expression and no trace of fear made it difficult for him to deal with.

Unprepared and extremely trusting that he would not do anything against her, he really couldn't do it.

"What do you want to ask, I can tell you that there is no need for such soft threats."

"...So soft?" His expression was a little subtle.

"Did you ever—"

"The porridge is about to be cooked, do you want a bowl? You must be hungry after not eating all night?" She easily broke the palm of her neck, bent down to pick up the coat on the ground, shook the dust and turned around Ignoring him, he lifted the coat to the back of the chair.

"Oh, it's a little bit, give me a bowl." The boy who was taken away the whole time replied in a daze, and then the 1.8-meter-old boy fried his hair, "Eat wool! So do you have the consciousness of being threatened!"

"Yes, but since you don't want to hurt me at all, then I can get along with you boldly."

The boy's silver-white hair expressed their helplessness: "Where did you get your confidence..."

Zora paused when she took the bowl, and a smile that was not easy to detect appeared on her cold face: "If you say something unscientific because of a woman's sixth sense, if you really want to tell the reason, your actions will be exposed everything."

He withdrew his hand for some unknown reason, put it back in his trouser pocket, and watched her put the two bowls on the dining table without denying it.

"Just like your current actions, people who like to put their hands in their pockets are generally very vigilant and refuse to trust others, so what I said just now just made you feel that you were hit on the key point, but you don't want to Admit it. And now you must be wondering why a stranger would save you..."

"It's so annoying to be so long-winded. What I want to ask is not these meaningless things." The boy interrupted her analysis. Although he didn't show any disgust, Zora was sure that he didn't like his long-winded speech. .

But she didn't care about this kind of thing at all, and asked along with him: "Oh? Then what do you want to know?"

Pulling out a chair and sitting on it, she pointed to the opposite side and invited the young man, "Sit down and talk, you still have injuries and cannot stand for a long time."

"It's not that I hurt my leg." Saying this, the young man sat opposite her with a feeling of being upright.

"In the doctor's opinion, no matter how minor the injury is, you need to rest."

"That's just what you said casually, not to mention caring for others when you're still sick?" He couldn't bear Zora's theory, and rightly pointed out the fact that she was also a sick person.

After being reminded like this, Zora really felt dizzy even worse, and she really caught a cold from the rain.She lifted her bangs and touched her forehead thinking.

"...It was said casually." She said honestly.

The young man showed a "sure enough" expression, "I'll just say, I have a friend..."

In the middle of speaking, he got stuck with an ugly face, and under Zora's gaze, he muttered something, which made Zora's expression strange.

He picked a topic and continued, "You have to answer the questions I ask you honestly. As for analyzing whether you're lying or not, I'm... Tch, do you know?"

Zora didn't say anything, she curled her hair with her fingers, combined with his expression language, and said firmly.

"You have amnesia."