I am Chrollo

How dare you ask again when you are freezing to death? "Jack curled his lips, "Looking at you, you have plans, don't you?" "

"Hmm." I muffled and flipped through the schoolbag I went to buy books with my brother the day before yesterday. Apart from comic books, there was only a semiconductor recorder in it.

"What's your plan?" He reached out his hand abruptly to touch my head, but I alerted him, so he had no choice but to give up, "You don't have a home anymore, I... can sponsor some money." He It's also kind.

I shook my head and said I don't need it: "If you plan to, hehe." The words were hidden later, "I don't need the money anymore. If you can provide more food, I will be more happy." For this police officer, my trust is limited.

"Where are you going?" He asked with a few packets of biscuits.

"There is only one place," I put the biscuits into my schoolbag, "Meteor Street." I took out the comic book and put it on the table.

"Is there something wrong with you? Do you want to die?" He was excited for a while.

I looked up at him again: "You know there is a problem here too."

"How can a child know this? I have also handled a case before..." He jumped a little anxiously, but then calmed down, "...that place, it's better not to go, you don't have to give up on yourself."

I took a deep look at him and asked, "It's right to squat in the trash can, right." As I said that, I was about to leave with my schoolbag on my back.

He sighed: "Then you can do whatever you want, I will burn a stick of incense to protect your whole body."

"Thank you." I raised my hand and said hello, "If I can come out alive, I will definitely come to thank you for the biscuits."

After going out the door, the air-conditioning hits my face.Jack chased out from inside and threw a gray sweater to me: "Although I know the sweater is gone forever, I still hope you can live in it for a while. I just bought it, and I will make the most of it."

I forced a grin, the first in two days, before disappearing from Jack's sight.

What are you going to do? It's decided that night.Destiny is no longer credible, but I will still live bravely, relying on Kuroro's identity.Then return all those pains.

revenge.

This word will always support me to go on.

At around six o'clock in the morning, the green mist filled the air, and the garbage truck came to the town. The workers wore thick masks and packed the garbage into the back box. When they had walked all over the town, I followed, grabbed the edge of the car and jumped in.

The stench made me nauseous, and I vomited for a while. I carefully supported the edge of the truck and poked my head out to cough violently, but I didn't want to cough up tears.Bacteria in the garbage are flying around, and measures must be taken to prevent too much from entering the mouth.I pulled off a part of my sleeve and fastened it on my face, but I still couldn't stand the slightness, and my eyes were smothered with tears.

If this continues, he must die here before reaching Meteor Street.

Enduring all the way to the garbage branch, I jumped down first. My thin body can easily be hidden by the big tires of the truck. I saw the busy figures of the people, and had to carefully follow the truck: it was about to back up and dump the garbage .

As the garbage fell, my body was covered with dust. Seeing that the only asylum garbage truck was about to leave, I was wondering how to keep hiding myself, when a voice came from beside me: "Are you going to Meteor Street? Just follow the garbage, They don't care."

I staggered a bit, why is going to Meteor Street now like selling cabbage?Glancing at the middle-aged man who was speaking, he was sitting sideways under a pile of rubbish that had already been piled high, his neck was a little crooked.Sitting in this posture for a long time will not be stiff.

"Injured?" I said casually, warning him that I already knew his details.Seeing that the garbage truck above my head was about to leave, I jumped out cruelly and exposed myself to the workers. They wore protective clothing and looked up at me, but they didn't pay attention.

"You brat." The man squinted his eyes, his gray hair and narrow eyes, "Your face will be targeted within a few days after you get there."

I decided to stay away from him, and after just a few steps, I felt my feet go limp and almost tripped, and then the things under my feet began to cry softly.Looking down, it was an abandoned baby, its eyes were not opened, its whole body was gray, and the swaddling clothes were loosened.

Its fingers are glued together like duck webs, but an operation can separate them.

It will survive and grow up, maybe become like the man at the corner of the dump.

But it's just a baby now.I suddenly remembered a few words in the book: Garbage, weapons, corpses, babies... whatever the world discards, the residents here will accept it all.

I walked around the baby and started rummaging through the trash, now with only a pencil sharpener in my hand.When I lowered my head and rummaged through the trash, I suddenly thought of a question, this man already knew my details, the information about this face, would he betray me?Immediately I denied this point of view, Meteor Street is very big, it is hard to say whether I will meet him or not.And I don't think I'm worth that much, just a pretty face.

Later, the garbage here was sorted, some of which could be recycled would be taken away, and the rest of the garbage that could not be recycled had to be transported to the National Garbage Centralized Processing Center, which was quite a long distance.When arriving at the processing center (this is a seaside city), then all the garbage is packed into a special container. The inner layer of the box has a layer of protection that is sprayed and plasticized and instantly becomes a film to prevent all kinds of garbage from corroding the iron plate. .

I was sitting on the container, my clothes were rolled up by the sea breeze, the sky was clean above my head, and the soft white clouds seemed to turn into balls as soon as I kneaded them, like cowardly cotton candy.The container under the butt is one of the hundreds of boxes in the Z area, and the Z area is the last one in the 26 letters. You can imagine the hugeness of the ship.

There are not many crew members, and the people who walk around are not good people: gangsters, failed killers, state murderers, homeless people, and maybe hunters.I was far away from them all the time and had no contact with anyone. There were not many children like me on the whole ship, and I was very likely to be noticed. As a child, I had no value as a team at all.

This determines that I am not equal to them from the beginning.So I smeared my face with mud and tried to be as low-key as possible.

As early as when I was in the National Garbage Centralized Treatment Center, I fantasized that I might be able to stay in this city, begging or other ways to survive. Everyone has heard of the danger and darkness of Meteor Street, and I can’t There is no fear of the unknown future.

But has been pressed down like this, or will he die in other ways later?None of this is my choice.

The deep blue sea gently fluctuated, and under the sunlight, the distant sea surface was reflected into broken gold, and the glittering little gold dots dazzled my eyes, and I felt the warmth that I had never had before.I lay down and could feel the warmth of the sun even with my eyes closed.

It's good to be alive.So we must live on and be the strong man of fate.

The incident a month ago has become a thorn in my heart, and it hurts when I think about it, but more energy and desire have been given to the future.

In the dark night, the hull shook, and I woke up in the container with a jerk, and I had developed this habit for a month.Although it is very good for defending against enemies, the quality of sleep is also decreasing. I have always been in a light sleep and dare not really fall asleep.

The container was corroded by the chemical solution I picked up and opened a small opening, only allowing me to climb in and out, but now the whole hull is shaking, and there is a noise and footsteps mixed together, I have a premonition: the ship has reached the shore .

Immediately, the machinery on the ship will start to operate, the container will be opened, and all the garbage will be dumped.But the ending this time is something I never thought about. Although it is on a boat, the Meteor Street we arrived at this time is on the coast.

I always thought there would be trucks or airships, the latter is a possibility, but the cost is too high, if it is dealing with radioactive materials and chemical reagents, it can be considered... But there is no time to think about these, the sound of garbage dumping overshadowed the others.

Chiliu crawled out of the box, I put my schoolbag on my back, slid off the container, and ran in the dark night in an alley made up of containers, sticking to a row of containers.The larger ship has no access to the lower decks, but the terrain has been surveyed on board before, and there are catenary rope ladders at the stern.It was only when I got there that I realized how wrong I was. The people on the boat wanted to flee downwards, while the people under the boat wanted to climb up.

There was a sound of beating and killing, and I slowed down, thinking about whether I could get off the boat by chance.

The place where the rope ladder is suspended at the stern is now in chaos. I just turned the corner when I felt a person running past me. My legs gave way, and the blade in his hand slid against my neck, but seeing me When I was a child, I let go of my hands.Cold sweat broke out from my forehead. If I made a wrong step, I would make a wrong step. Maybe there would be no chance for me to make another mistake, and I would just be obliterated in the night like this.

I started running back, turning at a fork to get closer to the other side of the hull, where there were two safety rafts.My pace was always one step slower, there was already a person there, and he was staring at the life raft in a daze.

I clenched the knife in my hand and said, "How about going down together?" As I spoke, I slowly approached him. The life raft was huge, and he was on the other side of me, about five meters away.I guessed that he might not know how to deal with those ropes, so I grabbed the knife and started cutting the thickest ropes, but I gave up after a few strokes, the crew had already prepared, and I saw a thumb-thin iron chain lock live on a life raft.

"The target of the life raft is too big, do you have the ability?" The man glanced at me and shattered the iron lock with his palm.

I stood there stupidly, I forgot that this is Meteor Street, when the new garbage is dumped, there will be crowds of people rushing to grab the garbage, and then such a big life raft will definitely become the target, and the most deadly thing is: it has fluorescence, Glows bright yellow in the dark.

And a strong man like a man who shattered the chain with his palm would certainly not take care of me when chaos erupted. If it wasn't for his reminder, even if I drove the life raft without the chain, I would definitely die.

I felt cold all over, and suddenly found that every step was death.Then he watched the man tear the rope to lower the life raft, climb over the guardrail and jump down.

live!cheer up!I've got to get out of here right away, it's going to be pretty chaotic for a while now that someone knows about life rafts.

I pinned the final goal on the anchor, where only one person can pass at a time, although it cannot be ignored that there will also be fighting, but it is not a melee.Turning around a container, I don't know what kind of liquid is under my feet, it is sticky.The smell of blood is overwhelming, and I don't think there's another answer for this.

I stumbled under my feet, and I fell out immediately. As soon as I was holding the container up, I found that the container I was holding moved. Immediately, I was exposed to the only headlight on the ship, and the container was dragged by the machine and started to transfer. It fell, and the pale light hit my face and the deck.

Seeing someone running towards me, I got up and ran without thinking.

Holding the cold and rusty railing, I opened my mouth to breathe in the cold night air. My heart and lungs could no longer bear it, and there was blood in my mouth. God knows how fast I ran just now.Fortunately, no one robbed me. I felt the vibration from the anchor, and my fingers trembled. Someone was climbing up below!

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer behind me, I gritted my teeth. If I climbed down, the fighting situation would be very unfavorable, and I would be killed halfway. For sure, no one would like someone to block their way.If he retreated into the darkness and let the people running behind him fight, how long would he have to wait?Can you guarantee that there will be a chance to get closer to the anchor when there are more people?

The first night on Meteor Street taught me an unforgettable lesson.

Dead and alive, pick one.

I think I've gotten used to it, facing all the choices, everything can be forgotten, just remember:

"I want to live."

The author has something to say: Foreshadowing Appearance: The appearance of the police in Chapter 4, this chapter helped Kuroro when he left. There are 4 foreshadowings remaining in Chapter 2.

Foreshadowing of this chapter: 1.

I searched for my finished book "Tomorrow" on Baidu, and couldn't afford to kneel down.Pirate text stimulated me too lost. I earned 70 yuan for 20 words. I feel that even if the readers who read the pirated articles say they like my articles, I feel that I can’t love them anymore.

Whether it's webpage piracy or TXT packages, I think the number of downloads is really... alas.

But after leaving Jinjiang, there is no place to write about fellow hunters. [tangled]

I don't know if this is the last one.

☆、8 Rules·Survival·Madge

When the distance from the sea level is 70 meters, under the blessing of the acceleration of gravity, the water surface is actually almost the same as the hard ground.If you jump from such a height, you will definitely break your legs.The anchor is made of iron, if it rests in peacetime, I can come up with various strategies if I have a certain amount of time.Electricity and fire use the properties of steel to conduct heat and conduct electricity.But it was too late now.

I cut off two life buoys and threw them down. Due to the distance and all kinds of noises, I didn't know whether the wooden life buoys could smash down the anchor climbers, but it was too late, and I was holding the thick boat with both hands. Anchor chains, legs hooked and climbed down.

Within five or six meters, my palms were already full of blisters, and I felt that the top of the anchor was also beginning to climb down, so I could only grit my teeth and speed up.The calf has been bruised, and the burning wound is very irritating.

There were also people crawling under the anchor. I just wanted to free one hand when I felt blood blisters on my palm. Now my little finger has worn out the skin, and every time I climb while holding on to the chain, a piece of flesh and blood will be worn away.

I don't know how long I climbed, but the person above got closer and closer to me, and he could kick me almost as long as he stretched his legs.Apparently he thought the same way, kicking me and falling would just kill the people below.I gritted my teeth and let go of the legs holding the anchor, and used the strength of my arms to swing myself up, and let go of my hands when I reached a certain height.

I fell into the sea in a parabola.This half height still caused my internal organs to be hit hard by the water surface, which made my chest hurt. The cold sea water relieved the pain of the blood bubbles on my palms and legs, but it was also crazily absorbing the blood in my body. temperature.

There are ports where big ships berth. Even if Meteor Street is not called a port, it is a place with extremely deep water.I didn't dare to swim directly to the shore, for fear that there would still be a scuffle there.Before I had time to think, I started to swim towards the dark shadows under the night.

The freezing of hands and feet is only one aspect, and the other aspect is that the sea water here is not clean, how clean can a place where garbage is dumped at random.The sea water is mixed with the stench of petroleum, and some floating garbage can be encountered while swimming.

I raised my head desperately not to take a sip of this water, and this posture also made me lose my strength very quickly.Since I have been swimming parallel to the shore, my feet have been unable to reach the bottom.Until I myself hit the shadow, the rock.

When I climbed to the reef, I was completely exhausted, and I could no longer move a finger. I was lying on the reef, and my body was hurting.

There was no starlight in the night, and the sound of chaotic fighting in the distance never stopped.Those who are eager to get out fight to get on the boat with their own efforts. Only the strong can stay, and even the issue of food must be considered.When the big ship left, there were only a bunch of empty containers.

Does this mean that I have reached Meteor Street?I only felt a sense of drowsiness that swept across the sky. I huddled in the reef and tried my best to block the sea wind with the stones. I fell asleep in a daze with my schoolbag in my arms.

I slept very deeply, but I didn't sleep for long. I was woken up by the bustling sound early in the morning. When I opened my eyes dimly, I was surprised to find that the tide had receded.The reef where I am is not far from the coast, and I can walk to me by running a few steps and stepping on a few reefs. Fortunately, I was not found by hiding in the crevices of the rocks. Now there are crowds of people picking up garbage on the beach.

I sneaked out my head to look, and there were no children.

Meteor Street Rule [-]: When adults are picking up the first batch of rubbish, don't step forward to participate easily.

I opened my schoolbag to see what I have now: a package of intact biscuits, an alcohol lamp with only half a bottle of alcohol, a bottle of mineral water, a semiconductor, an adult sweater, and a black pullover hat.I also have a pencil sharpener in my hand, some of which I already own, and some I picked up halfway through the container.These I sealed in several plastic bags, so the contents are still intact.

In this way, my whole body is a big shining light bulb, tell the big guys, come and grab me, grab me, I have good things here...

I ate all the biscuits, drank two sips of water, and retreated into the reef, and had to wait until they were all gone before I could get out.Now the mud on his face has been washed away, and he cannot go out.I began to be thankful that I didn't take off my shoes when swimming last night. The red-headed sneakers let the water wash away, and my head was clean and shiny.

This is also the pair of shoes I exchanged with Kuroro, because of them, the mountain ghost mistook me for Kuroro.

Actually, I am Kurolo now.

It's not good to dress up as a newcomer.

I suddenly remembered the sea water last night, and now it seems that the sea near the sea is dark blue in the daytime, and the sea water there is polluted by garbage and black and deep.Look at the palms and lift up the sleeves. The wound is red and swollen but there is no sign of infection. It seems that the seawater in the far sea is less polluted, and the salt contained in it has disinfected the wound to a certain extent.

There was a lot of lactic acid in the arms after swimming, and they were a little sore, and the night became darker a little bit.I looked at the rising tide, and if I didn't come out, I would have to swim back to the shore, so I carefully poked my head out, scanned the scattered people around me, and rushed out.

After a few jumps, I came to the shore. The clothes I was wearing were already dirty because of a month of garbage life, so I didn’t need to pretend.I squatted down and found a rock, picked up a few handfuls of mud and began to smear it on my face. After digging a few times on the beach, the black polluted black oil inside was exposed, and there was a stench.

I rubbed the shoe from the hole until it was covered with mud.I stood up and realized that an adult was already standing on the pile of rubbish in front of me, and he saw my backpack right away.

Without saying a word, I started to run away.The sports performance of the skate shoes is very good, and with the fit, they finally passed that man.Climbing up a piece of rubbish on hands and feet, I forgot to look inland.

There are no buildings, just mountains of rubbish, big and small.

The closer you are to the coast, the more garbage there will be, and there will be more adults and strong people. I'm sure this is not a residential area.

Without stopping again, I ran through the night at a jogging pace.This situation lasted for 10 to [-] minutes, and it stopped as my physical strength was exhausted. The night was completely dark, and I didn't know where to go because my eyes were darkened.

I met a few people on the way, but the other party didn't embarrass the children even in a blurry situation.

Meteor Street Rule [-]: Generally, adults will not do anything to children if they are not deliberately finding fault or hiding valuables.Note that it is general and does not cover all situations.

I slowly retreated to the foot of the garbage mountain, squatted down and hugged my schoolbag in front of my chest, groped my buttocks with one hand, and prepared to sit down.

It was the frame of a broken wooden window, felt and counted by hand.Four * 46 small windows, moved the window frame aside, I slowly groped with my hands, and cleared away the few garbage under the buttocks.Fortunately, most of it was dry trash rather than rotting trash.

After tidying up a squatting place, I sat down, hugged my schoolbag in my arms, shrunk hard into the small hole, and then placed the sixteen-frame window frame obliquely to cover myself.The small frame is triangular in shape, and I was buckled inside, and I carefully took out the semiconductor and brought it to my mouth.

"I came to Meteor Street yesterday," my voice was so soft that most people couldn't hear it two meters away.I saved time and continued without a pause, "I came here by boat, climbed off the boat along the anchor, spent the night on the reef, and now sleep in a non-residential area, hoping to live safely tomorrow."

The recording is complete.

In the past two days, I seem to have forgotten a lot of things, and it is difficult to think about some things like before.The days here have tightened the strings in my mind, leaving me with little time to think about other than how to avoid others and survive.

This tape recorder, in addition to being a gift from my father, I also want to rely on it to hold on to it.Tell yourself that it is not as simple as just living, but also becoming stronger, and don't forget your original intention and what you have always wanted.

I'm always worried that one day, I'll be in a daze, living just to live.

This is the first gift from my father in eight years, and it may be the only one in this life.

"Oh." Sighed, why don't I want him to stand up and protect me from the wind and rain now?Just like those eight years.But no matter how hard he tries to protect me, he will leave his embrace one day.

You still have to rely on yourself.There is only myself here.

I fell into a light sleep, and the night was not safe, often awakened by screams in the distance.Occasionally someone would pass by, and I would hold my breath waiting for him to leave, and sometimes the trash on the top of my head would fall because someone walked by, fortunately it was covered by the frame.I don't know how many people are hiding in this garbage dump.

I was hungry and woke up in the early morning mist.

There was a pack of dried vermicelli under my buttocks beside me. I opened the plastic bag, and the thumping sound was particularly loud in the early morning.Carefully put it in my mouth. After a while, the dry and hard vermicelli began to soften, so I chewed and swallowed it without any taste.

It was calculated yesterday that this is not a real residential area. Have you ever seen people's houses turned upside down every day?Therefore, "home" can only be built in those old garbage dumps that have no use value.

Eating half a bag of vermicelli is no different from not eating, I am still very hungry.I wiped my mouth, gently pushed the window frame that covered me, and a bag of garbage fell over my head.I stood up and saw a pair of eyes staring at me, I took out the knife and held it in my hand and looked at him.

The other party glanced at me from the garbage dump next door, turned around and left, I was relieved, it was a child of the same age.

"Hey, how do I get to where I live?" I shook the remaining half packet of vermicelli in my hand, and the plastic packaging rustled.Those eyes glanced back at me and said, "Bring it first."

"Bullshit! I couldn't hold back my little brother and walked away." The slang words from back then came up, and I don't know if the other party could understand.

"Go straight forward, keep going, the innermost area is the old department, as long as you can't get out of the thirteenth area." The child stretched out his hand.

The smile on my face deepened: "Brother, you think I'm an outsider who doesn't know the rules, so you can lie, right?" As he said that, he rolled up half a bag of fans and stuffed it into the pocket of the sweater, "No." After speaking, he ran away.

The people behind hesitated and did not chase after me. I ran a certain distance before turning around and seeing those hateful eyes, cold and disdainful.What a nice look, I squinted my eyes and continued to walk forward.There were people passing by one after another, all adults, and I always kept a distance of at least no meters from them.

But that doesn't mean they can let me go.

I looked at the person standing in front of me, with tangled long gray hair, cross-shaped eyebrows, and a face so dull that there was almost no expression, except for occasional rounds in the eyes.

"Golo, I said that children are useless." Someone passed by and shouted loudly.

"He has a backpack." The speaker still had no expression on his face, his eyes didn't shift at all, he stared at me closely.

I looked back at him and took out half a bag of fans, the other party smiled and finally got a little expression: "Send the beggar?"

Aren't you just a beggar?I snorted coldly in my heart, put the fans into a package, and stretched out a hand to Golo.The strength of the other party was very great, he grabbed my hand and pulled me over vigorously, the phalanges slammed, it was excruciatingly painful.I followed his pull and took off, my legs climbed onto his arms and clamped tightly, the knife in the other hand was already placed behind his cervical spine.

Children have an advantage, that is, they can jump up and down.

I was thrown to the ground before I stabbed in, and the semiconductor in the backpack hurt me a lot.This also inspired my determination to fight, I have to protect semiconductors, my father's gift.How embarrassing was it for someone to steal everything on the first day I came here.

The moment I fell to the ground, I didn't stop. One carp rolled and stood up, and the other foot explored backwards to retreat.

Golo stopped talking. He wiped the back of his neck, and one finger was bloodshot.

"I underestimated you. You look good." He suddenly smiled, and the creases on his face were squeezed together.

"I will definitely thank you for letting go in the future." I backed away slowly, and began to test with my mouth.

Someone in the distance called again: "Golo, come here, don't tease the children, here is a big fish with a gold bar."

The person in front of me looked at me again, turned around and jumped a few times before leaving.

It was only when I put down the knife that I realized that my back was covered in cold sweat.

In the evening, I ate up half a bag of vermicelli, and found the old part, the place where the legend lived.As soon as I approached the place where there were many people, a person fell beside me. I stared blankly at the person who suddenly appeared at my feet and took a few steps back.There was blood on the shoe.

It seemed that the nest was occupied by someone, so I ran quickly when I saw it, and after running far away, I turned around and found that the other party didn't care about me either.

Meteor Street Rule: The area where new garbage is dumped is the daily hunting area, and the larger area belongs to the old garbage dump, which belongs to the residential area.

I can't distinguish a clear dividing line, I only know that I have walked for a long time, so long that there is no one around.I looked at the garbage mountain with no difference between the front and the back, picked a place with a lot of open space, and started digging through the garbage.

As soon as the hole was thrown twice, things began to fall on the garbage.

"Who is poaching my old lady's house?!" A chestnut-haired woman ran out from a side curtain, holding a watermelon knife and yelling.I was stunned, I didn't know that there were still people hiding on this garbage mountain.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know there was anyone here." I waved my hand, staring at the watermelon knife.

"Hmph, new kid?" The woman gave me a blank look, "This is my Loy's area."

Before she finished speaking, a child emerged from my left, much younger than me.The purple-haired kid looked here curiously, and poured out a basin of blood.

"March, is your brother out shopping again?" Roy yawned and entered the curtain again.

The little ghost called Ma Qi glanced at me a few times and went back without saying much.I was left alone standing there stupidly, a little confused.

"Anyway, this is the second day without any danger." I pressed the recording button.