Hunter Fan - Snake

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Hisoka didn't stay in the room for long. He took a shower in the bathroom and changed into the clown costume. His face was thickly powdered, and his face was so pale that it reminded people of midnight ghosts. His hair stood up and turned blue. color, the stars on the left, and the eye marks on the right.

Hope always, tears dry, he found Lady Luck, something that was his own.Owned at first and then lost, does the appearance now prove that it is about to lose again?

Hisoka doesn't know, maybe it's not that he doesn't know, but like most people who want to escape, he doesn't voluntarily guess. The result of guessing will not be denied, but admitted in disguise.

He deeply understands this incomparable truth that seems to be muddled, but is actually true, so his brain went blank for a moment, and he often smiled strangely at the empty air. He knew she was there, and he looked very carefully like that time .

"I'm going out now~Natasha~Do you want to stay here to watch the house or go together?~~~~~~~~" He said, using the habitual upscaling ending, and a lot of symbols, he is The magician, the crazy clown, is questioning her now, not questioning, but asking.

Natasha blinked when she heard the sound, and floated up. She was very happy. She didn't know why. It might be because of the clown's abnormal behavior. She didn't see the clown using a questioning tone to anyone, even when facing Kuroro. A natural expression, although it can't be seen from the face, obviously this kind of treatment made her forget the previous irritability, nodded, she said, "Of course we want to be together, I fell in love with you, I don't want to follow you" who?Shallow water doesn't have this kind of treatment, you should feel honored~'

Hearing Natasha's words, the clown smiled wickedly, shaking his body to suppress some emotions, but according to the woman's intuition, it was not dangerous. When I opened the door, I glanced at the empty room. There was nothing there. The air flow was normal, but there was a slight vibration around me. I came out~

After thinking about it, he closed the door with a click. He felt in a good mood, lady luck~

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Hisoka walked very slowly along the way, as if he deliberately slowed down, and it seemed like it was always like this.In any case, let Natasha have enough time to study those accessories that are of great significance to her.From childhood to adulthood, he followed Hisoka closely after admiring all the clothes and jewelry.

From the city center to the remote wilderness, Natasha has the illusion that she will be trafficked. Of course, this is just an illusion. If the clown kidnaps people casually, just call him a human trafficker. Such a bloody title—Magician Hisoka.

It's not that she doesn't know anything, it's just that she doesn't deliberately remember, things that are too complicated will confuse people, and she hates things that don't have enough brains, and the best result is not to think or bother.

Following Hisoka, she came to an abandoned site in the suburbs, but Kuroro's gathering place was very similar, with garbage everywhere, concrete and steel bars everywhere, stone chips falling everywhere, and it was easy to bump and hurt people. If she is not a ghost, she will never come back after death. Of course, even if she is a ghost, she still has this idea.

She bypassed the stone chips on the ground, avoided piles of garbage bags, and finally found a place that was a little cleaner. It is stated in advance that she is not a clean freak, but no one would choose to be in such a dirty place. local, really.

Hisoka didn't mind so much, he just found a stone and sat down, playing with the poker cards in his hand, which made Natasha very curious, where did it come from?The clown was j□j in the room, and I didn’t see him with playing cards when he went out, so where would he come out?

Is it swallowed?Time to spit it out?

Just when she was about to speak, she was ruthlessly interrupted by a clear and over-the-top voice. It was a nice voice that could not tell the difference between men and women. There was a hint of masculine heroism and feminine femininity, which made people feel comfortable, if it did not include too serious impatience .

"where is it?"

Natasha followed the sound and looked over. It was a boy, a beautiful boy. Judging from his appearance, he should be a dissatisfied child, barely a teenager.

She was thinking, tilting her head and watching the performance of the two people with a very sad but extremely fond posture, the disguise of the clown, the disgust of the teenager, she saw it, but she just saw it, and didn't interfere, Also don't stop it.

Some of the makeup on the clown's face had come off, and it was time to touch up the makeup. She thought for a while but didn't make a sound. The boy's eyes turned bright red. Even with contact lenses on, she could still see clearly. That deadly red, Symbol of curse.

She thought of Qianshui, wouldn't God get tired of the image that has always been so sincere?Don't you feel heavy and want to fall?Why can I guarantee such a correct thought, obviously I can’t forget anything, and finally choose to repent, pray before God, and tell all the evidence of crime.

Believe in me, have eternal life.

She remembered what the believers were saying, the boy is very beautiful, so amazingly beautiful, so beautiful that he can't tell the gender, she looked at it dully.

"I'll pay attention." The boy turned around, left without saying anything.

The clown still sat there with his deck of cards stacked, pushed down, and stacked again, on top of unstable stones.

Natasha got a little closer, crouched down and stared at the cards, fascinated, the shadows of playing cards reflected in her emerald eyes, one by one.

Stack it up, push it down, and stack it up again.

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As a ghost, Natasha seldom dreams, but she began to dream, very shallow and short dreams, with figures in the middle, two, three shadows, the time was too short for her to wake up before she had time to see clearly, but about She heard singing, a familiar tune.

The standard Roman pronunciation, the words of the Holy Spirit, are so intoxicating.

She vaguely recalled the intermittent images, the long-haired girl, the Gothic auditorium, the cross that cast white light, surrounded by songs, on the 36 steps.

Start singing, blessings after the service, come to sing and confess together.

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It is a well-lit cafe, not far from the auction venue.

Kuroro sat on the seat by the window, facing a girl with pink hair, suspenders, and green eyes.The expression has helplessness and excitement.

They were talking, too far apart to be able to hear what they were saying, but it wasn't a big deal from the looks of it.

The girl stopped, holding the pen in her hand, she was stunned for a moment as if possessed by ghosts and gods, her wrist moved quickly, there was an illusion that it could be burned, she stopped, the long pen was spinning in the palm of her hand, boring in every way Holding his chin, he passed the paper with one hand.

Kuroro took it, with a sad expression that cannot be described in words. The moment the tears fell, the girl sprouted. You can imagine the feeling of the heart beating violently, the secretion of adrenaline, and the release of hormones.

For a girl who is innocent and ignorant of the world, this is fatal, and the soft heart has confirmed the wrong ending.

She stretched out her hand and scratched her cheek, looking a little embarrassed, said something, and danced.

After hearing this, Kuroro immediately wiped away his tears with his hands. It was very sensational, as if he had experienced a life-and-death struggle. The pleasure of the rest of his life made him relax, his nerves relaxed, and his whole body was full of gaps but there were no gaps.

After talking for a while, they got up, paid their bill and left.

Kuroro walked on the right side of the girl, side by side, and gained trust very easily during the walking process. His conversation was elegant, his temperament was excellent, and he had such a wealth of knowledge, which was humorous without losing his humor.

Attract bees and butterflies.

The time is very short, really short, the shortest is just an instant, the auction will be held as scheduled, you can't kill, you need to obtain useful information, and forcibly take away the palm prints. This is a condition and a restriction of ability.

Kuroro and the girl went shopping for a while, and bought a few clothes at the department store as a gift for the first meeting, and invited them to go with them while getting a good impression.

When he left the department store, he looked up at the sky. It was noon, the sun was very poisonous, and the dazzling light shone directly into his eyes. He had to squint to block part of the light to see things clearly.

He lowered his head and smiled at the girl beside him. He was gentle and refined, like a gentleman with profound knowledge, showing off his demeanor.

After going around a few times, Kuroro stopped a taxi, opened the door gracefully to let the girl take a seat first, and then sat in.

'Click' to close the door.

He opened the door and closed it. In less than a minute, Kuroro greeted the girl and walked into the venue while talking.The auction hadn't started yet, and there weren't many people. A few scattered people sat in the empty seats next to them.

The girl looked very happy, walking briskly and hurriedly.

The cordon, the camera glowing overhead.

Accompanied by the girl's sudden collapse, Kuroro shouted in a hurry. The guard came up to ask but was refused and refused, with absolute panic and panic, as well as guilt and anxiety that he knew at a glance.

I have to say that Kuroro's acting skills are very good. If he is good, he can win an Oscar gold medal. The fear of death can be ignored, and the threat can be sensed immediately, and he can think of countermeasures and take it by force.

They are robbers, grab whatever they want, don't take anything from us, you have no right.

He hugged the girl in his hand and put on a sad expression. Annoyance and regret are nothing. The supreme acting skill is to make people submit. Come, worship, and bow your knees at his feet. This is the truth. The choice, because as long as he is happy, life and death are but a moment.

Facing the surrounding guards, Kuroro shook his head, insisted on his position and escorted the girl back, at least let him inform her family.

The guard backed away without any doubt. He turned around and helped the girl's figure to leave the venue. It took six hours and 47 minutes.

Leaving the girl's fragrant and soft body in the corner, he stood up straight and took a look, rubbing his fingers against his lips, the corners of his lips seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He left, turned around and never dragged his feet.

is it necessary?No need, because... I don't know you, do you?

He laughed, a silent smile, mixed with three parts of innocence and seven parts of blood.The pitch-black eyes narrowed, and there was no fluctuation in the deep pool of stagnant water.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was setting, and there was an attractive red in the corner of his eye, which was so bright that people felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes, he curled up the corners of his lips, pursed his lips and smiled, elegant and gentle.

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The singing voices drifted away in the illusory space, one after another illusory.

Sitting on the 36 steps in front of that gothic auditorium, a girl with long hair and long black bangs covered her face, and the curvature of her lips was faintly visible, outlining the curves, beautiful and peaceful.

The bell rang, and the number of beatings became more rapid each time. The last stroke was slow and long like a song, as distant as a holy text passed down from ancient times.

Be patient, be quiet, soon, soon, just a moment, just a moment... a moment...

Now boo.

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