[Hunter] Memoirs

The dim artificial lights were flickering at an abnormal frequency, and the old and dilapidated lamps were flickering, reflecting the cold light of the shiny scalpels placed or hung around.There was a slight but terrifying sound of piercing electric currents, which was extraordinarily gloomy in this quiet environment, and her heart beat like a provocative twist.

"Zora, Zora, we will live together in the future, do you miss your mother?" A blond girl appeared in the blurred vision, and the reflection of the scalpel hanging on the wall flowed on her cheek like snow .

She raised her head inexplicably.

The young girl fondled her cheeks with her hands, and she could hear all the noises caused by the rubbing of the clothes. The pale pink lips of the blond girl opened and closed in front of her eyes in a low voice. She couldn't hear anything.

She would go out every once in a while, and Zora didn't know what she was going to do, but every time she came back, she could feel the changes in her body. She was too young to tell what had changed in Lal.She didn't know what Lal was suffering, but anyway, for her, Lal was her world, and this small room was her whole world.

Her memory begins here.

In this small space, she saw all kinds of people brought back to life under Lal's hands, and more often, Lal prophesied death with a calm expression.She went from being uncomfortable at the beginning to watching Lal wielding the scalpel without changing her expression in the end. This transition period was so fast that she even forgot that she trembled when she saw the scalpel.

Lal grew up watching her father do surgery, and she grew up watching Lal do surgery, even if Lal didn't teach her anything, she had already rummaged through the books in the room and put all kinds of analytical methods into surgery. The process is recorded in the brain.

Lal repeated the operation in front of her thousands of times, and she had recalled those actions thousands of times. The sense of the picture was so strong that she felt intoxicated.Lal was operating, and she was lying on the side watching.

Also Lal has no experience in educating children.

She watched Zora's father operate on others since she was a child, and the man would explain while waving the shiny silver scalpel in his hand.So when the same thing was said to Zora, she felt accustomed to it.

Gradually, after a long time—even Lal didn't know that when she went out, the girl who had cared for her wholeheartedly had already tried a knife behind her back.

To be honest, Lal felt an inexplicable sense of pride when he knew it.

It's probably - the feeling that my girl has grown up.

Most of the time, Lal couldn't care less about her, and it was too late to find out what she had done. Her age was considered an adult in Meteor Street, and since she made her own decision, Lal didn't interfere.

As she grew up, those conversations that Lal had with her didn't stop, and increased abnormally.

"Zora, you were born with the expectation of her sister, you must be fine."

"No problem, she will be fine, don't worry, Zora."

"I will definitely save her..."

Zora knew who the 'she' was in Lal's mouth, but she didn't feel it at all, because she had no memory of her at all.

Only Lal was with her.

From the beginning of her memory, it was Lal who held her and identified the various types of scalpels, brought her not delicious but fresh food, protected her, loved her, and tried to prevent her from being infected with the characteristics of Meteor Street , although with little effect.

For example, letting children watch surgery is a big problem.

This tedious but habitual life continued until she was 17 years old...

"Zora, hey, how long are you going to sleep-"

Someone was patting her cheek mercilessly, and her chest was being pressed and it was difficult to breathe...

She struggled to open her eyelids in a daze, and what she saw was Monica's smeared red lips, and then looked up—the deep eyes were staring at her cheeks without blinking, and the lowered eyelids were slightly opened. With charming lips, she could vaguely see the career line under the shirt with beautiful shoulder lines.

Zora was half asleep and half awake, remembering what Monica's fan said in school - "Sister Mo today is still full of breath and wants to make people kneel and lick".

"Monica, your hand is on my chest, I can't breathe."

Zora yawned lazily, pushing the hand on her chest and complaining.

Monica, who didn't care where her hands were placed, just raised her eyebrows, retracted her hands alluringly and sat on the side of the bed, her slender legs were crossed, and the cumbersome pain on her neck and wrists was moving. The accessories jingled for a while, which could be regarded as awakening Zora's drowsiness.

Seeing the two of them interacting outside the door, Qi Ya's face was a little blue, and he stood at the door hesitantly, whether to enter or retreat.

After staying up all day and going through childhood events like a slide show, Zora didn't feel very comfortable, but even more depressed.She rubbed against the pillow and yawned again limply, then ran her hands along her hair, staggered up from the bed, and stepped off the bed with a slow movement.

"I'm going to freshen up, and why are you here, isn't today the weekend?"

She slept all night without changing her clothes, and the crumpled shirt had already been partly broken away from the skirt, and it looked extremely awkward when it was piled up at the waist in a sloppy manner.Zora pressed down on the shirt in distress, trying to tuck in the excess.Or that it would be wiser for her to change into another outfit now and throw what she's wearing in the washing machine.

Monica took out the makeup mirror and lipstick and began to touch up makeup in boredom, "I want you to go shopping, we haven't gone out together for a long time."

"...Ah, I think it would be more appropriate to find Hana when you go shopping."

Talking about this topic, she flinched strangely, stroking the folds at her waist while talking, secretly glad that she didn't wear a fishbone skirt yesterday, otherwise it would be no wonder that she would have slept all night wearing it like that and not strangled to death.

With some reluctance, she accepted the proposal to go out for a stroll, dragged a piece of clothing from the closet, and walked out to find Qi Ya's thin body standing there casually.

His eyes were half-closed and he didn't know what he was thinking, and his whole body exuded a strong hormonal aura.

The key is that after hearing her movement, she slowly forgot to glance at her with an innocent look... Zora was so cute that she bent her eyes and stretched out her hand to rub his soft hair, and soon she was caught. Qi Ya, who reacted, clapped his hands away.

"How many times have I said, don't treat me like a child—and you are ugly now, go and change your clothes."

The big cat-like boy who was angry gave her a fierce look, then turned his head angrily and walked back to the living room to watch TV.

She stood there and put her hand to her chin in thought, hooking the corners of her lips.

I remember meeting a stray cat when I went to church. It lay lazily on the steps and was not afraid of people. It wagged its tail impatiently and waited for the people in the church to feed it.

She endured it for a long time before she knelt down and rubbed the cat's head under the nun's kind and playful eyes, but the cat's tail flicked for a while and then became silent, allowing her to serve comfortably, and obediently rubbed its furry head Her palms let her do whatever she wants.

It's just that those eyes are so impressive that she still remembers them vividly.

Probably because she stayed in the church for too many years, she felt that the cat was about to become a spirit.

While lying there enjoying it, it also looked at her half-turned, Zora could even read from its eyes 'that's enough for you two-legged star, go away when you're done playing, I'm so sick of you' ...this kind of heartfelt voice.

Qi Ya's small eyes overlapped with that of the cat just now—it's really strikingly similar.

"Monica and I are going to go shopping... It's a relaxation, do you want to go together?" Zora blinked her eyes, then suppressed her smile and asked Qi Ya, who was always arrogant when she was molested every day.

"I……"

Before he could say 'no', he noticed that Monica floated out of Zora's room lazily and charmingly, and naturally hugged Zora's waist, talking with her stickyly. I don’t know why there is a strange sense of harmony between them... He twitched his forehead and changed his tongue, “I’m so bored, if I don’t go out for a walk, I will get rusty.”

Hearing this, Monica raised her eyebrows again, her eyes turned sharply between the two.

Oh Chio did she find something?

The hearts of Zora and Kiya trembled at the same time.

"The relationship between the siblings is much better than I imagined. You must know that bastard in my family, I want to kill him tens of thousands of times. Your brother is unexpectedly well-behaved."

The two breathed a sigh of relief.

Zora nodded and recognized him as a cheap and well-behaved brother: "Well, Kia is very obedient."

The well-behaved fake younger brother successfully gained Monica's favorability.

He nodded expressionlessly, turned his head to the TV, and then wandered wildly, not wanting to pay attention to her at all.

After Zora finished cleaning up, the three of them walked out of the house and it was time for lunch.

After discussing, they went straight to the restaurant to fill their stomachs before walking slowly to the commercial street.

When I started shopping, it happened to be at the peak of the flow of people. Monica had a great time trying on clothes by herself, but it was hard for Chiya and Zora.

Qi Ya is a man who resents shopping, not to mention, Zora thought about the piles of clothes at home in any season, and the closet was going to be full - she didn't have the slightest desire to buy clothes at all.Has anyone ever said that a woman’s closet always lacks a piece of clothing, and Zora wants to make them slap her face. She remembers that when she was very young, Lal had already prepared clothes for her that she could wear when she was an adult, so She is never short of clothes.

But sometimes she has the illusion that she is actually a human Barbie.

Well, illusion.

After shaking for about two hours, Qiya beside her was surrounded by low pressure and carried the shopping bags of the two of them. Zora patted him on the shoulder meaningfully from time to time, which made his breath even worse.

Fortunately, Monica answered the phone, swept away her spoils and left them to leave early. Zora thought that she might go on shopping again, and Qi Ya ran away.

"Women are scary."

"Huh? Pfft."

As soon as he sat on the bench, Qi Ya let out a long sigh, then looked calmly, tilted his head slightly, and said such ordinary complaints word by word in a serious manner.After hearing that, Zora's expressionless face melted like ice water, and a faint smile appeared.

"That's why I told you not to underestimate women."

Qi Ya touched the tip of his nose with an unclear expression, said "oh", looked at her with a slightly different look, and then touched the tip of his nose again.

"You look good when you smile."

"Huh?" Zora thought she had heard it wrong, after all, the voice was too low and the noise around her could easily give her the illusion.

Qi Ya stopped his hands, the broken silver hair covered one eye, and the other closed eye was very attractive and slightly charming, "I said..." He said without warning get close.

"You look beautiful when you smile." The slender fingers pressed the corner of her mouth, and then lifted it up from left to right as if playing a prank.

The atmosphere lasted peacefully for a long time, Zora calmly pulled down the troublesome hand, and she also understood the general idea in her heart, she was more delighted than shocked, and she knew exactly what kind of heart this cute thing was.

did not expect……

"Qi Ya, are you going to the playground? I remember there is one nearby." She patted his warm palm and said gently.

Qi Ya moved his palm, sat upright slowly, raised the corner of his mouth as if nothing happened, reacted to her words, and replied casually: "Okay."

The corner of Zora's lips twitched, and she couldn't help thinking.

"Oh leak?"