[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

Reflexively, I hugged Kuroro and shrank back.

A mocking smile emerged from the corner of Robin's mouth, and he opened the door. The bright incandescent lights in the corridor scrambled into the dark room, slightly dispelling the disgusting bloody smell lingering around his nose.

I noticed that Robin looked down at his mobile phone on the ground, then raised his head expressionlessly, but didn't pick it up.Suddenly, a strange woman stood outside the door.

"Send people back. You follow me." Robin said, looking straight ahead.I think the first half of the sentence was addressed to the woman, and the second half to me.

The woman walked in against the light and bent down to take Kurolo.She has a face that cannot be found in the crowd, expressionless, thin and cold.I hug Kuroro tightly, avoiding her outstretched hand.

"Hurry up." Robin said impatiently at the door, "Il, take the boy to treat his injuries, and send him back to the cabin."

"Yes, my lord." The woman named Il replied respectfully.

I knew that Robin was telling me, and I couldn’t make further progress, so I handed Kurolo into her hands worriedly, got up slowly and walked behind Robin, and followed him in the direction he came along the passage go.

There is a ventilation system in the tunnel, which is much cooler than the torture room. Only then did I realize that I was sweating a lot, and the skirt on the back of the chest was soaked. When the wind blew, it was chilly.Robin walked so fast that I had to trot to keep up.Looking back, the woman was holding Kurolo and walking in the opposite direction from us, and I couldn't tell what it was like in my heart.

Not far this time, Robin quickly opened a fire door and walked in.The door of the torture chamber is just an ordinary iron door with a window, but this door is very similar to the laboratory that I destroyed.

I followed Robin through the door just as he turned on the light and I looked in, froze again.

This is a smaller laboratory than the previous one. There are iron storage racks on the three facing walls, which are full of various types of glass jars. Such human organs!

After a cursory scan, I saw a row of jars from small to large containing a series of specimens of embryos growing from the size of a grain of rice to normal babies. If it hadn’t been for the frightened one day, I would have spit out the food overnight!

Now, I just let out a tired breath, dragged my feet stiffly, and didn't even look at the dazzling collection of human bodies from the ground to the roof. I followed Robin's instructions and sat quietly on the iron chair in the middle of the room.

Robin locked the door, walked over and sat on the armchair across from me.Except for the place where the two of us sat, and a low cabinet next to Robin, the whole laboratory is only surrounded by full-stacked metal shelves.

I saw that Robin was leaning comfortably on the soft sofa, and moved a few times on the hard iron chair uncomfortably.Calculated from yesterday to now, I have not eaten, nor have I had a good rest, and I have been drenched in cold water, I will not mention the fear, and I have overused my abilities, I only feel a splitting headache, cold limbs, and sweating all over my body , and maybe a little fever.If this had been the case, I would have fallen headfirst on the bed and could not move, but now, maybe I have to cheer up and deal with the guy opposite.

Seeing that my face was really ugly, Robin reluctantly comforted me and said, "Don't worry, your abilities are very useful to us, and I won't do anything to you. If you behave better, I am satisfied, and I will let you go tonight." Go back to the cabin."

I tried to look at him with my eyes wide open, the too bright light made me a little dazzled.

"What do you want to do?" I pursed my parched lips, wondering if I'd be more cooperative if I spoke first.As soon as I opened my mouth, I was taken aback by myself, this voice was not much better than a broken gong, the sound was like sandpaper, and the vocal cords were so painful.

"Would you like to drink some water?" Robin asked, although he still looked cold and unpopular, but I sensitively felt that his painting style was a bit wrong.Before I could hesitate, he took out an unopened bottle of mineral water from the lower shelf of the low cabinet next to him very smoothly, and thoughtfully unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to me.

A full bottle of water is a bit heavy to hold in your hand.I drank it refreshingly, and the cool water passed through my smoky throat, immediately moisturizing and comforting me a lot.

While I was drinking water, Robin said, "Lydia, the district chief needs your abilities very much right now. If you are willing to obediently cooperate with our plan, you, including your brother, can get a good job in District [-]." Treatment. You know that the district chief used you from the fifth district at the beginning, but your ability is very valuable. So as long as you can be used by us, I can guarantee your safety, and even train you so that you have The strength is established in the eleventh district. But the premise is that you are obedient enough. Do you understand what I mean?"

I swallowed the water in my mouth, nodded obediently, and said in a hoarse voice: "Understood." So I am doing ideological work now?

I thought I was cooperative enough, but Robin was unmoved. He pushed his glasses, put the topic down lightly, and said instead: "You can think about it slowly, what Vinier asked you to do is not something Easy stuff, you still have a lot to learn before the time comes."

I looked at him quietly, he took the water in my hand, screwed the bottle cap back on the low cabinet, sat up straight and looked down at me, his dark and cold eyes behind the lens.

"First of all, you have to learn to be more obedient, and then be more obedient."

My pupils shrank suddenly, and I felt a gust of cold air rise from the tailbone.Robin stood up, took out an iron chain from the low cabinet, and fixed my limbs to the chair under me under my horrified gaze.The handcuffs, shackles, and chair were matched, and I tentatively moved my hands and feet, leaving little room for movement.

Robin handcuffed me by himself, then turned around methodically and took out a pair of brand new plastic gloves from the low cabinet to put on, then took out a heavy leather box from under his sofa and put it on the low cabinet to open it. It was discovered that inside was a whole set of knives of different shapes that looked sharp, making one's scalp tingle.

Ren, person, slaughter, cut.

I stared closely at his series of movements, and the cold sweat on my forehead and behind my ears slid down my cheeks and neck, bringing a chill.

"Curious?" Robin carefully wiped the row of silver knives with the cloth in the suitcase, his eyes behind the lens gradually became fanatical, gentle and concentrated, like looking at an obsessed lover. "This is my best companion. Such a set of anatomical knives is hard to find on Meteor Street."

Dissect, dissect...?

Looking at his abnormal appearance, I glanced at the wall of human organs from the corner of my eye, and felt my lips trembling with the tip of my heart.

Robin didn't give me half of the corner of his eye, and found a bottle of alcohol to sterilize his knives, but he seemed to know what I was thinking, and said: "The shelves around here are all my favorite works. , is the most proud collection that I took out and put in with my own hands." Speaking of the collection, he finally raised his head and glanced at me, but it scared me so much that I almost peed my pants.

He looked away as usual, played with his knives deftly and reverently, and finally picked up one of them, turned and pushed the sofa towards me, and sat down, almost knee to knee.

I lowered my head halfway, staring fixedly at his right hand. The slender fingers were holding the slender and bright silver knife. The sharp blade shone coldly under the bright light, almost a work of art...

If it is not pointing, pointing, my words.

My eyes were glued to the knife, and I couldn't move it away as if obsessed, my heartbeat was out of control, and my scalp was about to explode!

Robin reached out with his free hand and easily grabbed my right hand.I couldn't help but twitched back, my wrist bumped into the handcuffs, the iron chain was tightened, and I didn't twitch.

"Is it this hand?" he asked calmly.

"What?" My voice was trembling, like a kite with a broken string.

"Is this the hand that set the fire alarm in the lab?" Robin repeated patiently.

I almost jumped up from the chair, pulled my hand back suddenly, and was pulled in place by the straight iron chain, making a "crash clatter" sound.I squeezed my palms left and right with all my strength, trying to get my hands out of the narrow iron ring, but apart from scratching my wrist, it had no effect.Robin watched my futile struggle calmly, and in the open palm was my tightly clenched fist, a small one, trembling like an egg that might be broken at any time.

"Don't be afraid." Robin's hand was twice as big as mine. He spread and flattened my palm with one hand, and stroked my curled and trembling fingers one by one, his movements were patient and gentle. "It's very difficult for me to start with you like this. It will hurt yourself."

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"This hand is very bad, I want to give it a long memory." Robin said indifferently, looking at my hand with appreciation, and scratched the cold blade tentatively on the back of my hand cross out.It didn't hurt the epidermis, but the perception was maximized by fear, and it was very itchy.

"There are two ways to skin the palm, one is to start from the wrist, along here," he stroked the raised blade lightly along my wrist, "draw a circle, and then move along this opening to the Peel it off, carefully and completely, without any damage, let the skin fall off from the ten fingertips, and lift it up, just like taking off a layer of gloves."

Listening to his well-organized description, I began to tremble uncontrollably. Cold sweat was squeezed out of my pores like spring water, which made me feel heart palpitations and exhaustion one after another.

Robin is still giving me science in a calm and restrained tone: "There is another one that starts from the fingertips. Have you ever seen a banana? Like peeling a banana, peel the skin of the fingers to the palm of the hand one by one, and then merge, along the From palm to wrist to arm."

"Which do you like?" he asked politely.

I sat on the chair dripping with cold sweat and could only shake my head desperately.

Robin didn't expect me to answer, and said to himself: "Today we can choose the former one. Your skin is very good, fair and delicate, it must be a rare work of art." As he spoke, he held up the With my right hand resting on the palm, I put the blade against my wrist and exerted a little force.

"Ah—don't! Don't—" I broke down and screamed, struggling incoherently, "Please, don't do this! It hurts! It hurts! Stop—it hurts—"

Robin looked up at me, with a helpless expression on his face: "I haven't cut the knife yet."

I seemed to be fished out of the water, slumped on the chair violently and gasped, and looked desperately at my right hand. Sure enough, the silver blade was slightly sunk into the snow-white skin, and there was no blood or pain.I stiffened and froze there.

Robin said suddenly: "It's started." Then, as he said before, he cut the sharp knife a complete circle along my wrist.

I stared at his movements, it hurts, it hurts, but it's better than I imagined, like being scratched by the edge of a sharp page.He was skillful, the blade was like an arm in his hand, the cut was not deep, there was blood oozing out, but the blood vessels under the skin were not cut.I think I've been overstimulated and froze, and I can still think of these dumbfounded.

On the back of my hand, Robin put the blade flat, parallel to the skin, and cut the blade between the skin and muscle, turning and cutting apart—

"Ah——" The severe pain of the surface layer of the skin and muscles being torn apart in a large area made me scream out of control.I struggled subconsciously, the blade embedded in the flesh immediately pierced deeper, a blood vessel was cut, blood flowed out like a spring, flowed down my wrist, and trickled down to my leg.

"Don't move." Robin immediately pressed my struggling wrist and ordered coldly. "If you move around again, if you cut it, you will change your other hand."

My eyes are full of gold stars, the pain makes it difficult for me to think, and my consciousness is like a gossamer stretched to the extreme.I was gasping like a drowning person, with intermittent piss in my throat, trying to take a deep breath, and forced myself to stop the struggle that caused secondary damage with terrible rationality.

Robin didn't stop, and slashed the knife along the direction of the skin to the back of the hand.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The severe pain struck my eyes like bolts of lightning, and the severe pain that tore my soul made me scream hysterically.I didn't dare to struggle, my right hand seemed to be split into two parts along with my body and neck.The body is firmly pressed against the solid iron chair, the muscles of the buttocks and back sink into the iron railings, and they are too tense to move, but the head is thrown back as if broken, the muscles on the face are twisted, and the tears and snot are unscrupulous. As it flowed down, the room was filled with the piercing screams of me killing a pig, my voice was split and I couldn't restrain myself.

I tried to distract myself, trying to ease the pain that filled my entire consciousness that was about to burst.How did Kurolo and Kurolo endure when they were hung on the rack?Does it hurt that much?And Feitan, how did Feitan survive?I thought intermittently, forcing myself to move my consciousness away from my bloody right hand...bear, endure...persist, hold on...it hurts...it hurts...

Robin continued his atrocities methodically amidst my ear-piercing screams, and within a short while the skin on the back of my hand had been lifted off by him.He pulled out the knife and lifted the blood-stained translucent skin on the back of my hand, exposing the flesh and blood inside.

"Look at the contracted muscles, the pulsating blood vessels, and the well-organized meridians..." He sighed intoxicatedly in his ears, "This is the most perfect work of art in the world! Compared with the human body, those cold eyes A machine that can be seen through is a piece of garbage!"

I couldn't reflect what he was talking about at all, I couldn't make a sound at all, I could only pant in the severe pain, like a dehydrated fish.

Know what it's like to have your skin peeled off and lifted alive?When the pain reaches a certain level, it becomes blurred and the nerves become numb.The flesh and blood on the back of the hand only felt cold, so cold!I vaguely remember that the pain caused by extreme cold and extreme heat is the same, as if there is a fire burning, very hot...

My eyes were out of focus, and my dull eyes turned unconsciously behind Robin. On the storage shelf exposed behind his shoulders, a pair of blood-red eyeballs floated in the transparent solution of the glass jar, staring up and down at me.

His eyes were full of blood, and his mind was full of boundless blood.I stared at those terrifying bloody eyeballs in a trance, feeling a monstrous resentment boiling in my mind.

Hold on... hold on... hold on... hold on!

He will pay the price one day!I swear!The pain was like a knife, engraving hatred into my mind stroke by stroke, dripping with blood.Kill him, kill him, kill him!I want to tear him into pieces!Frustrated!

Hate made me sober as never before.My face was in a mess, and there was only overwhelming pain in my mind, but the strange thing was that the deepest part of my consciousness became extremely clear.Bitter hatred is like a ray of light, illuminating many fragmentary details.

I closed my eyes, and the dazzling incandescent light passed through my eyelids, and my eyes were full of blood.Covering the hatred burning like a cold star in my eyes, I silently let go of my last line of defense. I remember being weak, broken, surrendered, and without a bottom line...

"Please, please... let me go! Whatever, let me go... please... I will listen to you... let me go, please..." I heard His own voice of complete collapse was extremely weak and humble.

I opened the biggest and most successful brain hole in my life.

"You can ask me to do anything...just listen to you alone..."

The sound of a knife being lowered.

The lifted skin on the back of the hand was closed, and the wound was washed with cold water, causing a burning pain.

I closed my eyes tightly, and my consciousness gradually darkened... I could finally pass out.

It's a long day.

If this is a nightmare, I just want to wake up soon.

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