[Hunter] Song Andante

17

To be honest, I have thought about countless possibilities of meeting Kuroro again.

From waking up one day to find that I was kidnapped to Meteor Street, to Ermi personally mentioning me to see the regiment leader.Since I have been hiding here for a while, I just think about it when I have nothing to do. The content is all kinds of strange and all-encompassing. I think too much, sometimes I feel as if I will turn my head and see that tasteless dress appearing behind me.

Although if I do have to meet a spider head, I'd still prefer a suit to a parka.

Even if someone as handsome as Pan An was reborn, it would be futile if he had poor taste.

One with all the nails on her body, one with a coat on her upper body, and one dressed like a wrong geometric pattern—the three beauties of Hunter World are all classic examples, and the style of dressing is infinitely creative and passionate.

But it seems useless to think too much, life is full of surprises, because there is no situation like this one.

18

The man lying on the ground is my murderer.

Quickly picked up the phone and used the weak light to see the face clearly, and also the tattoo on the forehead.

There is no falsehood, because the witness is myself.

Seven months ago he cut my neck and murdered me in the room I rented, and used the rented place I left as a temporary base for spiders; four months ago I managed to escape from death, and when I woke up, I was separated from his men by a distance. A table to eat pizza, or I pay the bill.

In just half a year, he seems to have passed away, and I have really passed away.

Then anyone with eyes can see that this person is seriously injured and dying.

I used to be nothing more than a slice of pizza to the captain.

I once stared at that slice of pizza and asked myself, is there no fear at the end of the fear, or is there no hate at the end of the hate?

My answer is that hatred is not because you don't hate when it comes to an end, it's just whether you have the ability to hate.Hate also needs ability, or even if I have ability, it will not implicate me.I decided that pizza didn't have the ability to eat me back, so it didn't matter if it hated me.

Everything is just the same.

The Code of Hammophila tells us that if someone cuts off your hand, cut off his hand as well.In the same way, it can be proved that he hacked me to death before, and now I hack him to death as a matter of course, after all, killing people will pay for their lives.

Those who come out to mess around have to pay back.

People floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not get a knife.

The person I want him to be knifed must be extraordinary, for example, the pervert who used a playing card to cut me up before, or the man who lived on the mountain.

This man is dying.

He was seriously injured and had no ability to resist. As long as I went back to the store and stabbed him in the heart with a kitchen knife, I would feel refreshed immediately, and I would be doing my part to eliminate harm for the people and contribute to the peace of society.

In the past, I couldn't hate because I was incompetent. If I hated, I was tired. I didn't tired him, because he didn't care.

don't i hate

hatred.

Just like I hate Hisoka, why should I be forced to die in his hands for no reason?Fortunately, I am still a good citizen who pays taxes legally, and I was almost thrown into Meteor Street as garbage in the end.

What are you kidding, is there a mistake?

It was a mess.

Now that I have the ability, the head of the group has no ability to resist and lies in front of me to be slaughtered. This opportunity is once in a lifetime. After passing this village, this shop is gone.

So kill him and avenge yourself?

This thought is like an ant crawling all over my body at a slow but steady speed.

Black ants cover me and drown.

The phone fell to the ground, and his faint light reflected off the water, but I couldn't see anything.

I literally walked back to the store and got a kitchen knife and came out.

I knelt next to Kuroro, holding a kitchen knife. Both hands were shaking, and then my whole body was shaking. The rain was criss-crossing my face and body. I was shaking all the time, not because of the cold.

kill him.

kill him.

kill him.

kill him.

Every cell is roaring and roaring.

The heart is on the left chest, stabbing it down will solve everything, let him be a clean man in the next life.

Quick, kill him.

If you have a chance, why don't you kill your enemies with your own hands?

I thought about crying on the train four months ago.

I thought about waking up and seeing news that a certain place was ransacked again.

It occurred to me that I found the antenna in the hotel bathroom.

It occurred to me that once I was nothing more than a slice of pizza.

I thought of the last words I said to him before I died.

The kitchen knife was held high, and the rainwater slid down the blade in strings and dripped down from the tip of the knife.

Tick ​​tock mixed with the rain.

I'm still shaking.

so cold.

It's really cold.

My clothes are all wet, I want to go home quickly.

...I really want to go home.

Where is home?Why can't I go back...

The fingers holding the kitchen knife finally slipped so much that they couldn't hold it anymore, and the knife fell to the ground with a click, making a crisp sound.

I look at my hands.

It was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.

I see myself holding my heart.

It was I who held my head and washed my neck and said, "Please kill me."

It was I who betrayed my boss, my colleagues, and my friends. I handed the proof documents and access keys to the spider, saying that I just wanted to save people from dying.

Fifty people were killed in that operation.

I killed them.

I didn't even resist and killed them with my own hands.

Cowardice is not a sin, but my cowardice has killed many people.

My whole body was shaking, still shaking.

I don't want to be like this guy, I don't want to be like him.

Good boy, quickly pick up the knife.

I don't want him to be clean and myself to be as dirty as him.

kill him.

Kuroro doesn't need a reason to kill people, but I do. The existing reasons are too much.

kill him.

So I had to pretend to close my eyes tightly, curled up and hugged myself tightly.

19

Now, here's the answer.

I can not.

──I lost to cowardice.