[Hunter] Tourists' time on the street

"I will definitely bring it back after I reapply my identity certificate. Please allow some time." The tourist promised.

By the time she couldn't drag it on, she'd almost enjoyed enough of the fun to get bored of the job.When the time comes, just leave.

As the drums fell, after a short and neat prelude, the tourists began to work.

"Look up at my face and meet my gaze. My real appearance is not your candy."

Her gaze swept over the bar on the first floor. In the secret and dark corner, there are men and women, old and young guests, holding their favorite products, drinking one glass after another, laughing heartily in an extremely obscene manner. thing.Those well-packaged and well-trained products also responded with a smile, wanting to refuse and welcoming, and pretending.Both parties seem to be enjoying this lust trade.

"Love yourself first, then it's the right time. Release all the beautiful faces."

The tourist just wants to keep her job, she doesn't care what those people really look like, that's not her scope of function and she's not interested.What's more, she also got enjoyment, and there is no more erotic occasion than this.Good-looking people are surrounded and relied on, smiling all the time, hoping to earn more.The pleasure-seekers are obscenely giving and fawning, thinking that they are the ones in charge.

"Every real side face, imperfect sides. Live a rich and colorful life, frank and natural."

From the second floor, there are often painful and ambiguous sex, which seems to be painful but also seems to be hearty.The sound of love and desire is the main theme of this store.What she did was to add some subtle emotions to make the sinking people sink even more, don't cool down and die in silence.

Perhaps not many people cared about what she sang.If there are vague eyes chasing her legs, eyes that want to find out are eagerly staring at the skirt.No one cared about the scar hidden in the corner of the mouth under half of the rabbit's face.

The tourists laughed happily, laughed freely, and twisted their slim waist fiercely, attracting more admiring eyes.Until dawn, people do birds and beasts to scatter.

The tourist woke up from the dream, shamelessly dragged Enoch who had drunk a lot of wine, and walked towards his house.He took out the key from his pocket and opened the door, threw Enoch on the sofa and ignored him, sitting aside and thinking about his own affairs.

It's not that she didn't want to make a lot of money in the past, but this town is too small, there is no suitable soil, and she is not eager for money to the point where she will walk thousands of miles to make money.Anyway, after having a job, life can still go on, so we can first move back the most important plan to make a fortune.Learn the characters of this world first, the impact of being illiterate in a civilized society is much greater than that of being illiterate on Meteor Street.

The cultivation of mind ability cannot be stopped, and daily exercise must be added to the schedule, otherwise it is easy to fall into the dilemma of over-reliance on mind ability.And contact the woman named Qiangwei who brought her here, and ask her how to go back.I haven't found a solution for this yet, so I put it behind the development of mind ability.

After careful calculation, the tourist found that she was very short of time every day and had no time to finish everything, so she could only choose the most urgent thing to do.

The tourist made up his mind, lay down on the table, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Four or five hours later, the tourist yawned.Looking at the time, it was 7:05, and Enoch was still awake.She planned to wait for him to wake up and ask where there was a library.

Visitors walked into the kitchen, which looked like it hadn’t been used for a long time. Only the area around the refrigerator was clean in the whole room.Open the door of the refrigerator, and it is filled with all kinds of instant food, so full that there is no gap.There are two boxes of drinking water outside the refrigerator.

"Hmm..." The tourist suddenly felt a little at home.She doesn't know how to cook and only eats takeaway.I don't like cleaning either, I throw things around, I just pick them up when I think of them, most of them are thrown away together when I throw out the trash.Except for work time, I am either watching TV or playing games and sleeping. I don’t socialize with people and hate going out. My friends are all met online.

The tourist smiled slightly, recalling fondly.She is sincerely satisfied with a boring, mediocre, uncontested life, and her only regret is that she didn't live that life earlier.Repentance always comes too late, and it is too late to learn restraint.

The visitor took out a piece of bread and a bottle of mineral water and returned to the living room.Enoch seemed more bored than she was, the TV was dusty.The tourist wiped the monitor casually, and found a random channel to watch.

It is very interesting to watch virtual dramas in the virtual world, which made her think of a terrible question.

From the perspective of the high-level world, she regards people in the hunter world as false.People in Hunter World treat the people in their comics as fake.So, is there a higher world in the high world she exists in?People in that world look at her, is it also false?

But this question, she will never get the answer.But can it be falsified without getting an answer?She believes that Enoch, Masaka, and Martha must think that they are real people with feelings and past, and even Hisoka, Kurolo, Feitan, etc., they will not doubt their authenticity .

But only she knows that they are not, none of them are real, just a cartoon.

But... how to prove that she herself must be real, and not a certain manga or novel created by a certain world, a higher-ranking person, or one of the mortal beings?

She is also as convinced as those characters in the hunter world that she is real.

What is true and what is false, in this chaotic world, she no longer knows how to distinguish.I remind myself over and over again, but in daily life, I always forget unconsciously.

Absinthe and Frosting

"Tourists, tourists."

Enoch was awake, dizzy with the familiar hangover.He stood up and waved his hand in front of the stunned tourists. "What’s wrong with you?"

The tourist froze for a moment, a little unresponsive, "It's okay, I'm thinking about what to eat today." She couldn't tell him what troubled her, and what he admired was the woman who sang happily in the sun.Such a person will have no shadow. "How about eating noodles?"

"Fine. I won't do it."

"Great, neither will I."

"Where is it?!"

"That's good." The tourist chased him away, laid down boldly on the sofa, and ordered without looking up at the TV, "Hurry up and change clothes, let's go out. After eating, you still have to take me to the bookstore."

Enoch poked his head out of the bathroom, foam still in his mouth, "What are you going to the bookstore for? Buying comic books?"

With a stiff face, the tourist turned his head to look at him slowly, and asked silently: Is my nerdy temperament so obvious?

"Go buy a text enlightenment book, I can't read."

Enoch seemed to be choking, coughing violently, "Are you kidding me?"

The tourist gave him a blank look, and urged: "What's the joke, hurry up."

When Enoch took off the troublesome makeup, the tourist got impatient, so he simply washed his face, and immediately dragged him out in a hurry.She was still wearing clothes for working at night, and her sexy figure attracted countless passers-by, but once they saw her face, they all backed away.

"You are such a middle-aged uncle." The tourists were still complaining during the meal, "I think you don't need to put on that bird makeup, and it doesn't look too much trouble."

Enoch ate his noodles, and retorted weakly, "Thirty...isn't middle-aged, it's strange that you are a girl without makeup."

"Huh? You are wasting my time and dare to refute me!" The tourist stood up, propped his hands on the table, and stared at him threateningly, "Bitches only wear makeup, pure men never!"

Kicked out of the ranks of pure men in a certain distance, the girl who was picking fruits sneezed, "Um... have you caught a cold?"

"Hurry up and eat." The tourist urged boredly, she was really busy.

Enoch responded vaguely, gulped a few mouthfuls indiscriminately, and got up to pay the bill.

It was almost ten o'clock when they arrived at the bookstore, and tourists couldn't wait to rush into the rows of neatly arranged bookshelves, and then tragically found that they couldn't understand the divisions at all, and they were truly illiterate.

"Enoch..." The tourist asked for help with his hands behind his back.

"Come here!" Enoch immediately ran over quickly.Why does it feel like a goddess has turned into a devil? Is it an illusion?

"Not here, I'll take you there."

Enoch took her to the children's book section and picked out a few for her, "Would you like to read these?"

The visitor casually flipped through two pages, "Is there anything more basic? It's a serious teaching book, not a children's story club."

"Do you want a sound map? Wait a minute, I'll look for it."

Enoch went to ask the staff, and soon came back with a thin booklet, "You have a look at this."

The simple design and the symbol-like characters look very similar to the Japanese fifty syllabary. Considering the identity of the author of Hunter, it is very likely that the characters were created from the basis of Japanese.That would be much easier for her who has a basic Japanese background.

"I don't understand, but this should be it, thanks."

"Let me teach you, it may be a little difficult."

"Okay."

"I'm going to find some vocabulary and grammar books, and I also need notebooks and pens. You wait for me at the door."

The tourists happily walked ahead, while Enoch followed behind, holding a thick stack of books unsteadily, and couldn't help complaining, "You should help me to carry some, it's very heavy."

"I don't want it, I'm a wounded person." The tourist smiled even more happily, and turned around to see a small shop selling desserts on the side of the road, "I want a cake, go and buy it quickly."

"I can't spare my hand!"

"I'll do it." The visitor volunteered, raising the book Enoch was holding with one hand