[Hunter] Tourists' time on the street

Even if you fight head-on, you can't kill me. The tourist refused without even thinking about it. She didn't care that it would be more difficult to fight after being known about her ability, and she knew Hisoka's ability from the beginning. It was not a fair fight, and it was better to be known.

Hisoka frowned slightly, his eyes were cold for a moment, then he lowered his eyes and played cards on his own, approaching slowly, as if sighing, "You are still as strangely stubborn as before~"

"That's right." The tourist didn't move, and nodded in agreement with his words, "I just have all kinds of strange points that I don't understand myself." He actively changed the subject and asked, with a look of schadenfreude: "You are here to find Did I settle the score? Was the spider exposed? You were beaten by a gang?"

Hisoka said slightly proudly: "No~" He glanced at the person in the tree, smiling, "You have caused me a lot of trouble~ It's a pity that your wish came to nothing."

As expected of an old liar, hey, I should have made it more obvious. The tourist slandered, and his interest dropped by half in an instant. "My wish is to go home, and it will never come true."

No one spoke for a while, the two looked at the calm river, and after a while, Hisoka asked suddenly.

"What happened that night?"

"That day?" the tourist asked back.The scope is too broad to know what Hisoka is asking.

But Hisoka didn't answer, the tourist could only frown, think carefully, rack his brains, rule out one by one, and finally remembered a few possibilities.

"When was the celebration or when? I don't quite remember. Hmm..." The tourist raised his chin and recalled more carefully, "Nothing happened during the celebration. I remember that I planned to go back in the morning, but I fell into the river and almost drowned because of sleepiness. Die, piss me off."

So you wouldn't investigate years ago without this...?Hisoka sighed silently, and felt that this was indeed her usual style.

If she didn't have this opportunity, would she proceed with the next thing? The answer is similar but not similar.Tourists are well aware of their laziness and procrastination, lack of persistence in relatively troublesome things that require running around, and it is difficult to devote a lot of energy, but they will definitely do it in their spare time, even if they are not themselves, they will entrust others.

In fact, she seldom turns hatred into action, because revenge often hurts herself, and the living is more important than the dead.What's more, the hatred faded after a long time, even when she finally wanted to take revenge, only to find out after inquiring that the enemy was dead or missing or in prison.Because of this, she was a little anxious towards Hisoka, and she was very worried that Hisoka would be killed by others before she could kill him.But... the most important reason for her to make up her mind was not resentment or anger.

The tourist stood up and looked at the distance that could never be reached.After a long silence, he landed on the treetop, stood a little far away, and solemnly warned, "It's time for me to find a way to upgrade, you must remember to take care of your life, don't try to be quick, I'm always worried that you will play yourself to death. After a pause, he continued: "Since you are still with the brigade, you might as well make more use of them. Just gang fights are not shameful. Alright, let's go."

Xi Sopi replied with a half smile: "Tourist Jiang's words are still misleading."

"Don't get me wrong, it's literally."

Hmph, if it weren't for being so tired, I would want to keep an eye on you all the time to prevent being stolen.The tourist curled his lips. Through his understanding of Hisoka, he inexplicably felt that he was about to be beaten, so he immediately chose to run away.

"I can teach you how to use your thread better."

"Bewitched by the devil."

The tourist murmured in a low voice, stopped his steps, rolled his eyes, made a decision in his heart, walked back the steps he had just taken, and fixed his eyes full of doubts, "What purpose do you have? Can you get What good?"

Hisoka thought about it, then smiled. "A more hearty battle, you still have many flaws."

section

"Well... indeed." The tourist admitted his words.Start weighing the pros and cons of staying.

The advantage is that a teacher with rich experience, extensive contacts, and high IQ is of great help to intermediate players. He can give many useful suggestions, avoid many detours, and even help deal with some troubles.

The downside is that this person is Hisoka, who makes all the good things smell like a lie, and he will step into a trap if he is not careful.

The tourist thought about something else, nodded and agreed, "That's fine, anyway, I have nothing, the most you can do is lie to my heart, liver, spleen, lung, kidney, bone marrow."

Hisoka sneered, and half-truthfully said: "And your weird thinking~"

The tourist followed him and stared at him in astonishment: "I am logical!" He looked away and said seriously, "You'd better find someone to treat the wound and eliminate the possible impact."

"Now, can't your thread be used for sewing?"

The tourist thought for a while, "Theoretically, it should be possible, but I don't have relevant knowledge, and the risk is very high."

"Let's try it." Hisoka looked very interested.

The tourist suddenly looked at the lunatic, "Okay, since you said so."

"Try it with yours first~" Pointing at a bleeding wound, he decided lightly.

The tourist looked down at the position he was pointing at, his face twitched uncontrollably, and said in a difficult tone, "Okay... let's go."

It's just a small trick once, bear the humiliation, tourists!

Cut him up when you kill him, sew him up, and glue him together!

face to face conspiracy

"You go ahead, I always feel that you have a conspiracy, maybe you will sneak up on Ben from behind." The tourist carefully watched his every move, and said plausibly, ready to escape at any time.

"You can think about my plot~ There will be a prize for guessing right."

The tourist flatly refused, "I don't want to. Don't try to pull me into your field and defeat me."

Hisoka smiled and continued walking.

After a moment of silence, the tourist ran a few steps quickly with a shy face, hid behind a tree and asked a few meters away: "What's the reward? I want your head, can I?"

Hisoka smiled, tilted his head and gave her a cold look, "It's too early for you~"

The tourist curled his lips in disdain, "You just bully me and feel guilty, you can't do it too hard, just because I have at least ten ways to kill you in the end."

The person who betrayed you to the brigade; entrusted you to the family that beat the enemy; washed the ground with firepower; went to Qiangwei to apply for another 20 years of training, etc., as long as you abandon the so-called lower limit and have a certain strength, you can always think of many ways to deal with individuals. Sad It's about yourself.The tourist lowered his eyes sadly, his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow, and kept asking himself: Why is the world always so difficult?There are always countless tribulations?

The more I think about it, the more it hurts, the more I think about it, the sadder I am, and I wipe away the mist in front of my eyes.

"I don't want to see you." He hurriedly dropped a sentence, and the tourist chose to escape again.As long as she runs fast enough, troubles can't catch up with her!

Hisoka looked at the direction of departure in confusion, and immediately smiled knowingly.

The tourist returned to the residence destroyed by the fighting sadly, and only looked at it, making him even more worried.The already messy room is now almost like a ruin, with cracks on the bricks, traces of chisels and axes, and dried blood mixed with water stains.

"I hope no one calls the police. I don't know how to explain it to people. I can only say it was a robbery."

"I didn't grab it~" Hisoka leaned against the door and smiled.

"Tch, you followed, okay." The tourist raised his head resentfully, and pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "The bathroom is over there, I'll clean up the room first, if your hair is all stuck together, don't stand there to be handsome, although you Really handsome."

"Let's wash together."

The tourist asked back, "You think I'm an idiot?" Then he added: "I think you lied to me to help you rub your back. If I want to go in, don't I become a servant?"

Hisoka turned pale, nodded and walked to the bathroom, "Tourists have different brain circuits from other people~"

"Thank you." The tourist is very proud of this, "I have no other advantages, but keenness."

When the bathroom door was closed, the visitor sighed, resigned to his fate and piled the completely unusable furniture into an open corner, covered it with a sheet, dragged it briefly, found the medicine box and put it on the table, and moved it to the bedroom A bedside table comes out behind the door.After finishing this, I stretched my legs and sat down on the sofa, so that the cleaning was finished.

Tourists look around with satisfaction, and the more they look, the more they feel that the post-war traces are quite artistic and do not need repairing at all.

She didn't sit for long, though, and she remembered that there were experiments to be done.He randomly found a needle and condensed a very thin white silk thread through the eye of the needle.The tourist opened his sleeves, and there was a deep bone wound on his firm arm. The blood had stopped flowing out, and the two pieces of flesh that opened and closed were slightly white, like two lips tightly pressed into a line.

Hold the end of the needle and stick it near the start of the wound, making a small depression.The tourist did not hesitate, and immediately stuck the needle in.

With a pause in her hand, she pulled out the needle again, and a thin line of blood sprayed out, forming a few drops of red plums without any follow-up.The tourist changed the direction and inserted the needle again. This time, she did not stick it crookedly. The silver needle protruded from the other side. She held the tip of the needle and pulled the thread out, and shuttled it back and forth dozens of times. The first wound was sewn up.Before she could get any better, as soon as it was tightened, the sutured piece of meat was like a ball of tofu, intersecting with old wounds and cutting into new wounds.

The white was dyed blood red, and the gushing blood soaked the arms.The tourist lowered her hand and slid it from the arm to the fingertips. She dried her hand, gave up and sighed, automatically ignored the beautiful body, and said to the watching people: "No, let me find a doctor for you. I am very worry about you."

"I'm fine~" Hisoka sat down next to her, and started to stretch and stretch the love to glue itself together, "Don't underestimate me."