I am Chrollo

At nine o'clock in the evening, I knocked on the residents on the fourth floor of a residential building. This is a five-story small building with some history, and there are only two residents facing each other on each floor.The building is located on the outskirts of the city, and there are fewer people on weekdays, and there are no people at night.The door was slowly opened, and the plastic bag I was carrying made a salad sound as I walked. The person who opened the door immediately tried to take it, but I refused.

Palo closed the door: "I thought you might never come back."

I originally planned to come that way, but in order to erase Kurapika's hatred, I still have to make good use of you. Although I thought so in my heart, I still smiled: "Is that so, I feel the same when you say that. I haven't been back for a long time." I smiled, took out a can of beer and put it on the coffee table, making a crisp knocking sound.

But Palo didn't actually drink.

Palo could hear clearly: "How are you doing?" His tone was gentle. The tall young man was wearing a white shirt and had a thin body. His eyes were covered with white mist. Although he couldn't see his eyes, I think it must be very gentle if he could see them.Palo is 19 years old. I took him away after he fell into a coma that day. He only asked the Kuruta once and then didn't speak again.

When he woke up, I was the only one standing by the window in the hotel, and he could still see.

This is where?

safe place.

Where is the dangerous place?

your village.

I turned my head to look at Palo on the bed, and then looked into the distance.I think he understood what I meant. The Kuruta tribe hadn't come in for such a long time. I came and took him away.

In the future, I will take you to live in a new place.I closed the window to avoid the cold wind blowing in.

just me?

only you.

You are the only survivor, I look at him.Unexpectedly, the boy tried his best to smile at me, as if thanking me, except for his slightly trembling body and his fist clenched by the corner of the quilt.

Palo has a kind heart, and I guess it has something to do with his eyes.The Kuruta people are warlike, and Palo's eyes have eye problems, and they can't turn red, or he has never turned red, and he told me that his memory has no such experience.

"What happened?" Seeing that I didn't open my mouth, Palo asked again, this time asking more directly, I recovered from the memory, opened a bottle of beer, and laughed: "Nothing, just, suddenly frustrated It’s been a long time since I suffered such a big setback.”

"That's because life has just begun. Maybe the biggest setback now seems to be just a small problem in the future. You drink less, and I'll make sober soup." Palo stood up, and I sat on the sofa and held his wrist to let him He sits beside me.

"No need for Palo, I won't get drunk." I opened another bottle, "Palo, this time I'll fix your eyes, so I won't have to come back again."

"Where are you going?" He asked my question suddenly without asking his eyes.

"Of course I still have to go back to the place that belongs to me. Although it is very difficult, I still have to go back. Because Palo won't need my care in the future." Putting his arm on the young man's shoulders, he drank his beer slowly, "Leave this time In the end, I will leave enough money, and Palo can do what he wants to do."

He thought for a while and looked at the TV that was not turned on in front of him: "I actually don't need anything. Sometimes I turn on the TV to listen to the sound, but more for the children in the neighborhood. I like my current job very much." , teaching, being with the kids.”

"With money, I can help those in need. Anyway, the money in my hand is not clean." I smiled, "I always wanted to say sorry to Palo, but I had to do that."

"I've always wanted to say thank you to Kuroro too." His tone was sincere.

I laughed out loud, and put the empty beer bottle on the table: "I used to have someone like you beside me. The feeling of treating others is too similar. You may not think that such a person is born in a place like ours. How strange. He is like a person who does not belong to this world." I looked at Palo, and when I met him for the first time, I felt that Palo was very warm, and talking to him was very old-fashioned.

But he doesn't know me.

"He was just as gentle as you, but unfortunately, he died quickly." After finishing the last bottle of beer, I leaned back on the sofa.

"That person must be very important to Kuroro." Palo held my hand tightly, and neither of them spoke for a while.

Because of his eyes, Palo only turned on a chandelier in the corridor just after he entered the door. The room was dim but peaceful. I felt time slipping away from the hands of the two, and finally said: "Tomorrow I will be with you Go to the hospital, it's getting late, go to bed."

At night I slept on the sofa and Palo on the single bed in the back room, and I fell asleep quickly.It's been two days since Kurapika passed out in my arms after the Youkexin night.

I didn't get up early in the morning, and Palo hadn't gotten up yet. I opened his door and found him leaning against the bed and reading a book in Braille.

"Are you awake?" He got up immediately, "I'll cook right away."

For fear I'd be woken up?I watched his passing figure and made a call.The two had dinner and went to the hospital. The cornea that I contacted earlier had arrived, so I just brought him here to sign an agreement and set the time for the operation.

"A week later?" He was a little surprised why he had to set this time.

"Well, the weather was fine that day." I didn't tell him that he had Kurapika with him then.

When they got home, the people from the furniture company had been waiting for a long time, and Palo was a little surprised: "Why change the bed?"

"The room is empty."

I seldom speak a day, but Palo always speaks. He tells stories, he introduces the children who greet him on the road, and he laughs.

Parting is actually nothing. I have never felt sad when parting, even if I know that I may not see my members next time, they may very likely die in battle one day.But at that time, I just thought that it would be good to take revenge, but now I feel the meaning of parting.

Although the time we spent together was very short, it took less than a week to add up the ins and outs.

So I left while he was cooking, taking the beer bottle with me, as if obliterating myself.

Of course, I didn't say goodbye.

How unlucky to live to say goodbye.

"Are you awake?" I sat on the recliner in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and read a book, and saw the person on the bed move.Kurapika saw the text message that night and insisted on rushing over. Before I could say anything, he passed out. It has been exactly three days and three nights, and I came back in time.

Kurapika opened his eyes slowly, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Putting down the book, took a water glass and poured water to help him sit up, and tried the temperature of his forehead, "I'll talk to you again when you calm down."

Kurapika clenched my arm as if suddenly remembering something, his eyes widened with anger, "Tell me! Where is the survivor? You said he was male, right?"

I didn't intend to repeat myself, I just continued to hold the glass until he took it and drank the water, then I put the glass down and stuffed a pillow behind him: "By the way, you asked me why I was in Youkexin earlier. This kind of thing has the Hunter Association to intervene, but it's better now, two thousand people died that night, and I have more things to deal with."

I raised my eyes to look at him: "Kurapika, with all due respect, how many people are there in the Kuruta tribe? Although these two people are examples of gangsters, after all, they are just the bottom, and they also have families and children. By the way, I will be with you His bodyguard, Skuwala, died tragically by the side of the road, and those red eyes were fake."

Kurapika's eyes turned red, and I lowered my head to appreciate its beauty and sighed. Compared with those eyeballs before, they still look good on a human body, flowing and clear, as if alive.

"Just like the man you met in the hunter exam before, you didn't find the murderer, but the killing tool."

"I said, Kurapika you'll regret it."

"Shut up! What right do you have to speak!"

"Okay, I'll shut up." With a smile in the corner of my eyes, I got up and went back to the recliner to read the book again.

Kurapika: "..." He didn't speak for a long time, then got up and got off the bed, staggered a few steps, and seemed to lose all his strength when he walked in front of me, fell to his knees, with his head down, Kurapika struggled Squeezed out a word.

"Tell me...he might...be my most important person...please."