[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

Kurolo took Pike all the way back to the base in the second district.

Marge was lying on his side just as he had left, only wrapped in a dirty blanket.Feitan was squatting beside her, holding a piece of sugarcane in his hand, his cheeks were bulging. At first glance, he looked like an old farmer squatting on the ridge blowing dry tobacco.

"I'm back." Seeing them, he stood up and said.

"Fever medicine." Kuroro handed him the cloth bag in his hand.

"Who is this?" Fei Tan took the bag, looked past him and looked at Pike behind him, "Doctor?"

"No. It's a new companion." Kuroro said.

On the way here, Pike tentatively asked him if he wanted to take away her ability to read. Kuroro asked her if she would like to join them temporarily, and Pike agreed without too much hesitation.

Perhaps because of seeing his memory, it was even happier than Kuroro expected.

"Oh wow." Fei Tan said.He picked up "Ning" to look at Pike again, and nodded his head to express his preliminary approval.

"Fitan."

"Pike."

"How is Madge? It looks like you got a lot of good things." Kuroro squatted beside Madge, touched her forehead with his hand, and said in his mouth.

"It's not me, it's us." Feitan motioned Kuroro to look around. The whole shed was much more crowded than when Kuroro left. Many people had bought all kinds of new equipment, and the base was filled with joyful.

"What's going on? You robbed the refugees in District [-]?" Kurolo said.

"They delivered it to the door themselves." Fei Tan said.

Compared with people in the second district who are in short supply, fierce competition, and robbing for a living, those merchants in the eighth district who do not forget to take their bags when fleeing are like weak lambs. It was about to be carve up by the evil wolves who came after smelling the smell.

"That's really lucky." Kuroro said virtuously, tucking the corner of the blanket for March.

Because of its special nature, the eighth district has the largest number of entrances and exits and the number of adjacent districts on Meteor Street.Those guys who were driven to the outer fourth district in a panic can only be a very small part of the wave of refugees in the eighth district, or in other words, they should not be too unlucky.

"What are you doing? Tell her to get up and take the medicine." Feitan found the antipyretic medicine from the pile of medicine boxes brought back by Kuroro, and directed Kuroro to say.

Kuroro directly poked Ma Qi with her fingers, she lost a lot of weight in just a few days, but her swollen cheeks, until she opened her eyes uncomfortably, and let out a □□.

"Get up and take medicine." Kuroro said to her.

Ma Qi struggled to sit up, and in just a few days, she was haggard, all supported by a single effort, which fully verified the saying "a child without a mother is a grass."

Fei Tan handed her the fever-reducing medicine, along with a plastic bottle half filled with water.When Madge took the water in a daze, he took a look at it—a dirty and old discarded beverage bottle that obviously had been passed through countless hands, and it contained slightly cloudy water that had precipitated impurities.

"Let's make a living," Kuroro said, "This is already the second district. The good times are gone for now."

March's reaction was to simply gulp down the water and medicine without frowning.

It's not that embarrassing for the time being, at least when it rains for days, there is no shortage of water.

Ma Qi took the medicine, and then washed his face with the rain outside, and cheered up a little.The three of them plus the newly joined Pike sat on the ground in this corner of the shed and had a small meeting.

"Let's talk about our current situation first." Kuroro said first, "The eighth district and the thirteenth district are officially at war. .

"The place we are staying at now is the edge of the second district. I suggest we stay here for a while."

"You want to find Lydia." Feitan said.

"Looking for Lydia is one reason." Kuroro said frankly, "This is not far from the eighth district. But staying in the second district is the direction that was set from the beginning."

"What's District Two like?" March asked.

"Meteor Street is divided into thirteen districts, of which Districts [-], [-], [-], and [-] are called the Outer Districts, each of which is as large as the sum of the remaining seven districts." Ku Luoluo said, "Meteor Street is basically established. On the garbage mountain, except for the outer four districts, the garbage in the other districts has been screened and processed, basically there is no radiation, and there are not many available resources. The eighth district and the thirteenth district are almost the same as the outer cities. different."

"Then what happened to the outer four districts?" Fei Tan asked.Although he often runs outside like Kuroro, but for this information, due to his personality, he is not as comprehensive as Kuroro.

"The outer four districts are the real forces built on garbage." Kuroro summarized abstractly, and then looked at Pike, "Pike, let me tell you. You know this information better than me."

He introduced the shy blonde girl to Feitan and March: "This is Pike, a new companion, an intelligence expert."

Both Feitan and Madge looked at Pike, as if they were ready to listen.Pike's face was flushed, she had hardly dealt with her peers on an equal footing, and she was at a loss as to what to say.

She looked at Kuroro, her black eyes were quiet, implying encouragement.Pike understood that she had to take this step by herself if she wanted to completely get rid of the old shadow and integrate into the new group.

"Meteor Street was just a no-man's land at the beginning, and people outside used airships to transport garbage here. Later, more and more garbage, and the people of Meteor Street began to develop their own forces, expanding outward to form Thirteen One district. And the four outer districts are still places where outsiders regularly throw garbage..."

Pike was a little shy at the beginning, but everything is difficult at the beginning. When she talked about these areas she is good at, her face glowed with confidence, and her narration gradually became fluent.

"Garbage from all over the world is transported here by airship. People outside have an agreement with Meteor Street. Garbage will not be thrown indiscriminately. Instead, it will be placed regularly at many fixed locations in the outer four districts. Around these disposal points, the outer four districts people make a living by robbing fresh garbage."

"Here is the place with the most forces on Meteor Street, and it is also the place with the fiercest and cruelest competition. People die every day. They rob food and needs, or exchange valuable garbage and other forces for resources..."

The plan to stay in the second district for the time being was finalized in this way.

The most chaotic place is the most dangerous place, but also the safest place.They will stay here for a long time to accumulate experience and improve their strength.

Kuroro's goal is that the next time they walk out of the second district, it will be the time when they will completely end this kind of hiding and hiding, hold their heads high and take revenge.

Kuroro knew he was dreaming because he saw Lydia running towards him.The surroundings were dark, only she seemed to be shining, her brows and eyes were clear and agile.

She jumped in front of him like a frightened deer, put her arms around his neck, and called him crisply: "Kurolo!"

"...Lydia?" Kuroro hugged her hesitantly. She was still wearing the satin skirt when they parted, which was wet.

"Ku Luoluo, why don't you come to me?" She complained in his arms, her voice soft, with a thin cry: "Ku Luoluo, I'm afraid!"

"Don't be afraid." Kuroro could only say, "I will find you."

"When?" She buried her head in the crescent of his neck, then raised her head to look at him again, her eyes were washed clear by tears, black and white were distinct, and she insisted on his promise.

"Soon." Kuroro said.

Lydia pouted at him, her crescent-like eyes drooped when she often laughed, and her long eyelashes were wet with tears, like thick crow's wings.

Kuroro suddenly felt a tug in his heart, worrying that the covered eyes would become empty again, cleaner than a mirror.

He immediately raised his hand and pinched Lydia's pursed red lips, and said dissatisfiedly, "It's not your fault? If you, an idiot, hadn't shot me, how could I..."

He met Lydia's dependent eyes, stopped his mouth again, and said instead: "Anyway, it will be soon. Be good, wait for me to find you, you know?"

"I'm not good." Lydia looked away, aggrieved and stubborn: "They all bully me..."

Kuroro wanted to say that he shouldn't be self-willed at such a time, but suddenly he felt a palpitation in his heart.The next second, Lydia in his arms was pulled out by a force. He reached out to grab it, but couldn't move. He could only watch her desperately stretch out her hand to him, with a terrified and helpless expression.

She cried and called him: "Kulolo, I'm scared! I'm scared!"

He stood in the cold and bone-piercing waterway again.

Kuroro woke up suddenly.

He opened his eyes, seeing the dim night in front of him, with only the dim light of an oil lamp.It was still raining outside, and he leaned against a corner of the shed and fell asleep.

March was squatting beside him, reaching out to push him, when he suddenly woke up with a frightened look on his face.Behind her, the sounds of blades hitting and fists and feet piercing into flesh came one after another, and the murderous aura permeated the rain and fog.

Pike and Feitan were not around.

The force they belonged to was attacked, and the enemy took advantage of the rainy night to temporarily gain the upper hand.Everyone, including Feitan and Pike, has gone out to fight, and Maggie is about to wake up Kuroro, who is sleeping deeply for some reason.

Kuroro jumped up, pulled the weak Maqi to the corner behind him, and jumped into the battle that had spread to this side.

He didn't use his studies, he just used physical skills to kill people with basic thoughts, and half of his mind was in the dream just now.The cold rain splashed on his neck, and he felt inexplicably hot and painful, as if Lydia's tears were burning there.

Kuroro pressed the position of his heart subconsciously.

When the chaos in the eighth district subsides, he will go to Liuying Street again, immediately, immediately.

Three days later, Kuroro sneaked into District [-] again.

This time, he finally set foot on the land of Liuying Street.

In a town that was so eerily calm and seemed to be undercurrents all the time, Kuroro didn't approach Mrs. Guiliu's mansion rashly.Just noticing those ubiquitous willows had consumed too much of his mind, so he first went to the street leader Monica in disguise.

The door opened, and a woman as soft as the moonlight stood behind the door, with long curly hair and a haggard look.

"Krollo?!" She saw the young man who was dressed exactly like a short adult man, and recognized him from those dark eyes that were as quiet as night.

Monica looked around vigilantly, and hurriedly opened the door to let him in.

"Why are you here?" She lowered her voice with surprise and worry.

"I'm here to find Lydia." Kuroro said bluntly, "Is she at Mrs. Ghost Willow's?"

Monica stopped leading him towards the living room.She looked at Kuroro, with a flicker of stiffness on her face.This stiffness was mixed with a bit of guilt and apprehension.

Kuroro had a bad premonition, and asked again: "Where's Lydia?"

Monica's expression returned to normal in an instant.She didn't expect to hide from Kuroro's eyes, she still took him to the living room to sit down, looked at him with those talking eyes full of tenderness, and spoke in a concerned and cautious tone.

"Krollo, don't worry... something happened to Lydia."

"What happened?" Kuroro asked.

"She..." Monica hesitated for a moment, a trace of unbearableness flashed across her face, and said softly; "She took advantage of Mrs. Ghost Willow's absence to kill Posiluk who was guarding her, and jumped into the well in the backyard of Ghost Willow Mansion. "

"When?"

"Three days ago."

Kuroro sat there quietly, his expression unchanged.

Monica was a little panicked, looked at his expression carefully, and quickly comforted him: "You know, the sewer system in Liuying Street is connected, and the well she jumped into is the same, maybe... maybe, You can see her again."

She didn't believe it herself.On the day Kuroro and the others escaped along the waterway, Liuying Street had just started to rain for the first time this year, so they also suffered enough from the turbulent water.When Lydia jumped into the well, it had been raining for four or five days in a row. No one could say for sure what was going on under the waterway, but everyone had guesses.

Even after Mrs. Guiliu came back, even though she was so angry that she vomited blood, she didn't send anyone down, but silently gave up on finding Lydia, assuming she was dead.

Who knows where the body will be swept underground by the water, and then rot quietly.

It's just such a thought, Monica didn't dare to show it in front of Kuroro.

As a person with mind ability, although she is afraid of the strange mind ability in Kuroro's hands, she may not be really afraid of him.It's just that she doesn't want to tear up her face with Kuroro yet, and of course she never dares to poke him on such a backlash.

She may see more clearly than he does what Kuroro treats that girl.

What Monica can think of, Kuroro can think of.

He actually sat there for a while before he raised his head and said to Monica, "I see. I need you to do me a favor."

"What's the matter?" Monica asked, looking at him with concentration and concern.

"In the wardrobe at Martha's house, there is a calendar and a box of literacy cards, please help me get them." Kuroro said clearly.

"Okay, no problem." Monica agreed without asking why.

She immediately showed a somewhat troubled expression, bit her lower lip, and said to Kuroro with some hesitation: "Speaking of which, Kuroro, I also have something here... I want to ask you for help."

Kurolo looked at her.

Monica clarified again: "I'm not threatening you!...It's really about this matter, only you can help me." She pursed her lips in embarrassment, and looked at Kuroro with soft eyes, expecting like moonlight. tulle.

"What is it?" Kuroro asked indifferently.

"My ability... thorns and roses," Monica said softly, "I want you to use it to help me heal a person."

"now?"

"Yes." Monica showed a look of joy at the right time, stood up with a little excitement, and said, "She is here now!...Are you coming with me?"

Kuroro stood up without a word and followed behind her.

Hurry up and deal with the people she wants, so that she can help with things.The two things still left at Martha's house were the first thing on his mind at the moment.

Monica took Kuroro to a room on the first floor, knocked on the door, opened the door and walked in.

"Get out! Didn't I tell you not to bother me!"

The woman's scream came from the room, shrill and ear-piercing, with vague pronunciation, as if holding something in her mouth.

The room was not big, and Kurolo saw a woman sitting on the bed with her back to the door, facing the wall.

"Yingji. Turn around, I've found someone who can heal your face." Monica smiled apologetically at Kuroro, and said in a deep voice to the woman sitting with her back facing them.

The woman's back flickered for a moment.

"What did you say?!" She turned around in a hurry and asked eagerly.

It was a completely disfigured face.

Several long and deep scars completely destroyed her face. The scabbed scars were as ugly as centipedes crawling on her face, and the severed muscles were deformed and distorted. Her original face was almost invisible, leaving only one A grimace that can scare people to death at night.

Hearing Monica's address, Kuroro recognized that this person was Yingji.

Yingji's face was disfigured, and the scars were not clear when she spoke, but her eyes were not blind.She recognized Kuroro standing beside Monica, her eyes changed.

Monica said: "You know my ability, and I have given it to Kuroro now. He just agreed to heal your face."

Yingji's eyes changed again.She gasped violently, and deliberately pointed her terrifying face at Kuroro, and asked him in a trembling voice, "Can you cure it? Can you cure my face?"

Kuroro frowned.He didn't feel scared, but he saw that Yingji's face was obviously scratched deliberately, the scars were still very new, and it seemed that some method was used to speed up the healing, which was a bit weird.

"Can you cure it?!" Yingji yelled sadly without getting an answer from him.

This woman's appearance, which she was so proud of and relied on for her livelihood, was destroyed, and she looked like a madman.

Seeing Yingji's ugliness, Monica was afraid that Kuroro would regret it.

This woman, or rather her face, was important to their plan, to Liuying Street.Such useful abilities as thorns and roses will be lost if they are lost. Now, she urgently needs Kuroro to restore this face.

"can."

Kuroro didn't bother anymore, and walked directly to Yingji's bed, raising his hand to reveal the thief's cheat book.He turned to the page with Monica's face on it, and activated his ability happily.

Monica used her upper gaze to watch, Kuroro's thought power in the room skyrocketed, and the mysterious purple fluorescent light filled the room, but all the power gathered on Yingji's face without any dissipation, racing against time to repair the destructive hole on it. scar.

Monica had to admit that even if she used this ability herself, she couldn't control it better than Kuroro.

What a terrible genius, she couldn't help thinking.The eyes are fixed on the back of the black-haired boy, the key is that he is still so young... Let him continue to grow, sooner or later Meteor Street will be turned upside down by him.

She thought fearfully, and her heart was inevitably mixed with a bit of sweetness and bitterness.

"Okay." Kuroro stopped the ability in his hand and put away his study.He turned and walked out without even looking at the dazzlingly beautiful face under his hand.

A reborn, flawless face.

"Thank you!" Monica said sincerely, and sat down on the sofa in the living room with him again, poured him a cup of tea, then stood up immediately, and said knowingly: "Sit down for a while, I will Just go to Martha's house to help you get things! A calendar and a box of literacy booklets are in the closet, right?"

Kuroro nodded, looked at her deeply and said, "Please."

Monica left the living room, looked towards the entrance, hesitated for a moment, and went back to Yingji's room first, before telling her a few words.

She unscrewed the door directly and stepped in, closing the door behind her backhand.

"What are you doing here?" Yingji was holding her face in her hands, looking left and right in the mirror on the dressing table as if she couldn't see enough, and said to Monica without looking back, her tone was bad, as if she owed her a lot.

"I'm going out for a while to warn you to stay in the room and don't go out casually." Monica said lightly.

"That kid is still outside?" Yingji suddenly turned her head, looked at her, and spoke of Ku Luoluo in a very resentful tone. "Why do you still keep him? He is with that little bitch! I, I really want to pounce on them and tear them apart!"

She ruthlessly swept the bottles and jars on the table to the ground, panting heavily with resentment, her face was fair and flawless, but her expression was distorted and ferocious.

"If you don't want to go back to your previous ghostly appearance, just put your tail between your legs and don't provoke him." Monica also felt helpless at Yingji's ignorance, and she warned in an annoyed tone.

"Why do you let me tolerate him? They made me like this!" Yingji snapped, "Monica, do you still know where you are?"

Monica showed exhaustion on her face, she didn't want to entangle her any longer, and said harshly, "Haven't you been taught enough? This time there will be no second Posyluc to protect you!"

"Why are you mentioning her?!" Yingji jumped up from the stool as if her tail had been stepped on, pointed at Monica's nose, and cursed unscrupulously: "Why do you say me? You think I can't see Come out! You're in love with him, aren't you?"

She screamed, "You're in love with him! That black-haired brat! You disgusting, pathetic woman!"

"Yingji! Have you had enough trouble!" Monica snapped.The soundproofing of the room was very good, she wasn't worried that Kuroro outside could hear their conversation, but she made too much noise!

"It's not your turn to say anything about me." She said coldly, "Your face and life are yours. I'll only save you this time. Do it yourself!"

"You're really gross!"

Monica closed the door, and a heavy object slammed on the door of the house with Yingji's roar, making a muffled sound.She was extremely irritable, but she also knew that after she left, no matter how much Yingji lost her temper in the room, she would never leave the room.

"Here, let's see if it's the same." Monica hurried to Martha's house, and returned to give the things to Kuroro.

Fortunately, Martha's house was just abandoned for the time being, before it could be demolished and used for other purposes.

"That's right. Thank you for your hard work."

Kuroro carefully looked at the things handed to him, a thick hand-torn calendar, a box of flashcards, all brand new and untouched.

"Then I'll take my leave." Kuroro put away his things and said to Monica.

Monica opened her mouth, almost wanting to persuade him to stay, but thinking of his situation, she changed her mind and said, "Which district are you... are you in now? Is there a place to stay?"

Kuroro avoided answering, just said: "Don't worry."

He put on the disguise he had when he came here again, and left without hesitation.

Monica stood by the door, watched his back quickly and indifferently disappear from sight, and sighed faintly.She walked back to the living room, where Kuroro sat before, the teacup was still there, but the curling heat was no longer coming out

He never drank a sip.

Turning her eyes, she looked again at the piano in the corner of the living room.This is the most valuable item in this house, but it's a pity that I haven't played it since I moved in, and I didn't use it frequently until the six months when Kuroro came here often.Only when the boy sat on the sofa behind and looked over casually, could she find some of the old, distant and almost forgotten... happy feeling in the dancing fingers and melodious music.

She also felt so pathetic.

That little guy who is still between a boy and a teenager has a heart...harder than a diamond.

Monica shivered suddenly.She put all these behind her and hurried to Yingji's room.Pushing open the door almost in a panic.

Yingji died on that bed.

She was lying on her back, revealing her entire pale face, with her lifeless eyes open, as if she was dying.Not long after she died, her features that had not yet stiffened still looked so beautiful, like a flower just in full bloom.

Monica stood at the door, trembling slightly as if frozen.She suddenly staggered and threw herself to the side of Yingji's body for a closer look.

There were three jet-black fingerprints on her throat. The fingerprints were small, like a woman's handwriting...or a teenager who hadn't grown up yet.

The killer directly crushed her throat bone, and even the upper layer of flesh and blood was crushed into a translucent film.

That's a lot of hand strength, which is far beyond the normal need to kill a person.

It seems to declare the master's violent and uncontrollable anger.

Kuroro left Liuying Street and the eighth district as fast as he could.

When he stepped on the border of the eighth district, he couldn't help but stop for a moment.He touched the calendar and literacy cards in his arms, with a silent expression as if he was touching the only treasure.

He felt that he had returned to the time when he was four years old, the man who was as tall as a mountain was thrown in front of him, so he knew that he had lost his only relative.He didn't cry, but just opened his eyes wide to see, that kind of calm even the murderer who killed the family would be afraid to call him a devil.

Tears flowed back to my heart.

It wasn't him who should cry.

He will come back.

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