[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

In a blink of an eye, I have been in this ghost place for a week.

During this week, I carefully pretended to be a little dumb, low-key, low-key and low-key again, and I managed to prevent anyone from discovering my change.Of course, my "bed friend" Kuroro would occasionally look at me with strange eyes, but since he was new here, he didn't know what I was like before anyway, so he ignored it.

During this week, I never gave up the torture and pursuit of my past.After my unremitting efforts, I judged that I should have crossed (don't ask me how I know this word, I don't know either).Although I still haven't been able to remember my name and where I came from, but in my vague memory, I am definitely not a little girl who is only four years old, at least I should have grown up.

Moreover, after observing the surrounding environment in the past few days, I think that I am in a church that is not well run. Personally, I have adopted hundreds of orphans, ranging from infants to eleven or twelve years old, but none of them are older.

In this place that can no longer be called "poor", only children before the age of six have food rations (although it is only dry bread and water as hard as stones, a serious protest against the lack of nutrition), and older children after the age of six can only Labor in exchange for food.Their labor is basically in the garbage dump outside the church called "District Five" (yes, this dilapidated church was actually built in a garbage mountain that can't be seen as far as the eye can see!) Looking for things with recycling value to bring back to the church ( In my impression, this is called "picking up trash").Every day, adults outside will bring food (including food to us) and take away the "trash" they picked up.These big kids may only get a small piece of moldy bread in exchange for a busy day. They are all yellow and emaciated, grabbing garbage like crazy (even often see people outside carrying the corpse away), it is simply horrible .

After witnessing and experiencing first-hand how the children live here, my worldview was devastated.Although I have forgotten everything about myself, I still have a clear picture of the world.I know how life is supposed to be!I remember living in the arms of airplanes, cars, computers, chocolates, but not garbage dumps!Who lives in the garbage dump!Not a mouse!What the hell!

You know how it feels to go out every day and see a mountain of garbage?Can you imagine the feeling of being suffocated by the stench every time you want to take a deep breath?Can you bear not being able to shower, rationing toilet paper, and being filthy all the time?I can't anyway!

Can't... also have to be able.

On the second day after the complete collapse and reorganization, I firmly believed that I (or poor little Lydia) was kidnapped and bravely walked out of the dilapidated church (although no one would care, but children consciously did not leave the church Range), walked into the vast garbage mountain, wanted to get out of this garbage dump, and return to human society, civilized society!Then... After turning two turns and walking tens of meters, I saw a dead body with my own eyes!A big child who fully fits the characteristics of the church (ragged clothes, yellow and thin face) fell straight on the road in front of me, with one hand stretched out in front of him, his eyes wide open, and a big hole was pierced through his stomach by a sharp piece of scrap iron , flowed all over the ground...intestines.

I blinked my eyes, and was dazed for three seconds. A group of flies "buzzed" and flew around. I screamed, jumped up, turned around and ran!Pulling on the plastic sandals that didn't fit my feet, I ran back along the path between the garbage mountains at an unprecedented speed. After turning a corner, I could see the steeple of the church, and suddenly a person appeared in front of me.

"Bump—oh!" I bumped into him heavily, and the two fell backwards to the ground.I gasped and looked forward in shock. The dirty white shirt, black hair and black eyes turned out to be my bedmate Kuroro!

Kuroro obviously fell badly too, sat on the ground and looked at me with frowns. After a while, he said, "You can talk?"

"No!" I reflexively said, and then I came to my senses, covered my mouth with my hands with a "snap", and looked at him in horror - if I die, I must be stupid!

"You can speak." He assuredly, looking at me with a pair of dark eyes focused and probing, "but I can't understand. What language is this?"

I looked at the ground dejectedly, my mind was in a mess, and I didn't know what to do.I was discovered by this guy, what if he said it?Can you still kill him?

Feeling his intent and probing eyes above my head, I hesitated for a while, then suddenly raised my head to look at him, and said, "Yes, yes, I can talk. Can you tell..." Before we finished speaking, the two of us People were stunned together.

In order to prevent being discovered, I didn't speak when I was alone, so I didn't even know that the voice of this body was so... special!It was a creepy sound, soft and melodious, ethereal and ethereal. Although the sound was not loud, it made people feel itchy in their hearts, as if they couldn't hear enough, with a natural bewitchment.

No wonder, no wonder!No wonder the previous Lydia pretended to be dumb!It dawned on me.Although at such a young age, I still don't know what wind blows into my bones, but children who grew up in such a harsh environment are used to seeing that human life is worth less than grass, and they must have already known that having such an alluring voice is undoubtedly a disaster—this is no longer the case. Talent, but original sin.

I was about to be driven mad by this sudden blow, but Ku Luoluo said in a very interesting way: "It's so nice."

I didn't have time to think about it, so I got up and jumped in front of him, grabbed the collar of his white shirt, approached his face, and said viciously: "Kurolo! I warn you, absolutely don't tell anyone about this If you dare to speak out, I will die with you!" In a hurry, I had completely forgotten my own language called "Chinese", and Kuroro probably couldn't understand it.

I am a little taller than Kuroro, and that guy was threatened by me condescendingly strangling his neck, but he still raised his eyebrows calmly and said in a surprised tone of a child discovering a new toy: "I don't understand you language, but actually understand you. How did you do it?"

"Ah?" I was also very surprised, and I couldn't help but let go of his collar. "Do you understand?"

Kuroro easily released his collar from my hand and said, "You are so interesting, don't worry, I won't tell others."

After hearing this promise, I somehow felt like I was being targeted by something dangerous, but I was relieved, as long as this guy doesn't expose me.I stared into his eyes, not letting go of the expression on that handsome face, and confirmed word by word: "You swear that you will never tell me that I can speak?"

Kuroro's body seemed to froze for a moment, and I felt that he looked at me deeply, and then said calmly, "I never swear, but I can assure you."

"Then... that's fine. You promise." I thought about it, and now I can only trust him.I don't know why, although I think Kuroro is definitely not a good person, but I somehow believe that he is not a brat who broke his promise.Maybe it's his methodical appearance like a little adult who is deeply rooted in people's hearts, which makes me feel that this guy fully understands what he is talking about, and can be completely responsible for his own words.

"I promise." Kuroro showed a rare impatient expression, as if he thought I was entangled in this matter.He quickly shifted his focus: "What do you think of Meteor Street?" According to my observations in the past two days, Kuroro almost never took the initiative to talk to others, but now he is interested in talking.

"Meteor Street?" I asked excitedly, "Is it the name of this ghostly place? Where exactly is this place?"

"You don't know?" Kuroro looked at me almost in astonishment, "They said you've been here since you were born, have you never thought about it?"

"Uh..." I thought for a while, since this guy already knows the biggest secret, it doesn't matter if I tell him another one. Anyway, according to my observation, people here don't care about things that have nothing to do with them. , Amnesia or not, who cares about you!

So I said honestly, "Actually, I lost my memory."

Kurolo: "..."

I swear for a moment it was written on Kuroro's face: This is an idiot, and I was an idiot talking to her seriously.

"...on the morning you came." I added bravely.

"Then what do you remember?" Kurolo is worthy of being the "little adult Kurolo" (don't call others casual nicknames, hello!), he skipped all the details that he didn't know, and pointed to the core of the problem, calmly asked.

I looked at him hesitantly, and said slowly, "I remember...the world shouldn't be like this."

"The outside world." Kuroro looked at me very strangely, which made me feel uncomfortable, "You have been growing up on Meteor Street, but you know the outside world. Very good." He paused, "Then you You should have discovered that Meteor Street is completely different from the outside world."

"So, what the hell kind of place is this!" I muttered as I looked around at the mountain of rubbish that was emitting a strange smell.I feel like I've completely lost my sense of smell.

"Resources are extremely scarce, full of killing and plundering, places where only the strong can survive, places abandoned by the outside world." Kurolo said succinctly.

"Then what are we going to do?" I completely slumped my shoulders and said in frustration.This is literally worse than my worst guess.

"Children, rather cubs, are also one of the most important resources on Meteor Street." Kuroro said calmly, with a very cold expression on his childish face.

He continued: "And this kind of feeding only lasts until you and I are six years old. After the age of six, we have to find resources in exchange for food. Before the age of 12, we can stay in a relatively safe area near the nursery and receive certain protection. After the age of 12, they will be driven away, and they will go to other districts and adults on Meteor Street to rob resources. In other words, they will become adults at the age of 12, and they will live and die at their own risk." He concluded, "We don't have much time left."

"Then what should I do?" I asked involuntarily.

Kuroro answered me calmly: "There is nothing to do. Start practicing from now on, keep getting stronger, and then..." He looked up at the gray sky exposed on the garbage mountain, "Get out of here."

I swear, until many years later, I still remember the way Kurolo looked at the sky and said to leave.It was an inexplicable touch that made people want to cry.

"...Boss, please join me!" I rushed up and wagged my tail.

"……Ha ha."