[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

[-]. leave

When we passed the last mountain of garbage, we saw a long boundary line surrounded by barbed wire.

That is the boundary of Meteor Street.

Beyond the border is the outside world.The endless vast Gobi, the stretching road half buried in yellow sand, scattered and sparse plants, and the blue sky.

nobody.no rubbish.

outside world.

We stepped out of the gate, and behind it was the only entry and exit checkpoint on Meteor Street, with blood and corpses scattered all over the ground.

Sirens pierced the sky, but no one cared.

Breaking out of Meteor Street is much easier than imagined, maybe it's not that they are too weak, it's that we are too strong.

Now I think back to the beginning, when Kuroro and I were in District [-], all we had to think about was how to get the quota to leave Meteor Street from the parliament. Now it seems that it is really naive and cute.

When you are strong enough, you can trample on the rules, just like now, we cross the boundary between Meteor Street and the outside world indifferently, trampling on the corpses all over the ground and leaving.

The barrier that was once thought to be like a moat is nothing more than a layer of barbed wire.

There is no longer rubbish under my feet. When I stepped into the soft yellow sand, I couldn't help but look back.

The endless mountain of rubbish, the once only scenery was gradually left behind, I thought I would feel sad, but it turned out to be just a little bit disappointed.

None of the companions around looked back, but no one talked to each other either.The tour group is moving very fast, perhaps everyone can't wait to see the new world.

What an exciting new world.

Seemingly aware of my intertwined anticipation and anxiety, Kuroro, who was walking in the front, slowed down to my side and held my hand.

[-]. Outside

When we finally walked out of the Gobi and walked into the bustling city, the noise and comfort that came to us made us stop subconsciously.

Even I, who have lived in the world of ordinary people for 20 years, shuttled through the sound of oars and lights, strolled through the long street in the drizzle, chased the innocent smiling faces of children playing and the wanton passing by. People who love and laugh make me feel like a lifetime away.

Look at the companions around you, the phantom brigade on Meteor Street, the spiders talking and laughing amidst the hail of bullets, all of them have obvious or not obvious helplessness on their faces at this time.

We who come from Meteor Street have long been accustomed to the cruelty and indifference, struggle and suffering of Meteor Street, and the freedom full of iron and blood and power.We know how to snatch a blackened loaf from an enemy stronger than ourselves, but we don’t know that we need to pay to take away the assortment of food in the store; we know how to kill a person with the least effort, but we don’t know how. Restraining our desire to attack the crowded passers-by; we know how to conquer the majesty of the parliament and use force to gain freedom, but we don't know that the outside world also needs to abide by the law, and the law is so cumbersome, absurd and weak...

We struggled in hell for more than ten years before we finally got the right to enter this city, and when we walked in, we found that such a life didn't need any tickets.As far as the eye can see, the prosperous and comfortable prosperous world like heaven supports those lucky and mediocre ordinary people. They are used to squandering the life that people in Meteor Street can't reach, but they are so weak that even the children at the bottom of Meteor Street Can easily snap their defenseless necks.The ignorant and ignorant faces of those frail people were full of ease, and they gave curious and strange eyes to us standing at a loss in the street.

Perhaps those of us who stopped on the streets at that time had vaguely understood that we did not belong here.

It turns out that the outside world is like this.It turns out that people outside are like this.

This world is wonderful, but she does not belong to us.

We ran in excitedly, only to find that we were just passers-by after all.

So out of place.

After all, I have the memory of 20 years of urban life in my previous life. Although it was a little strange at first, after getting used to it, I quickly picked up various life skills.

Apart from me, Kuroro is the one in the brigade who can adapt to the outside world the most.He originally wandered to Meteor Street from the outside. Although he was young at that time, his persistent reading brought him a wealth of knowledge, allowing him to deal with everything calmly.

The rest of the brigade are all natives of Meteor Street, and it is relatively difficult to adapt to life outside.Among them, the knight has the best adaptability, and quickly plunged into the electric street like a fish in water; the gentle Parker, the indifferent March and the calm Franklin also quickly learned to hide their differences and enjoy the city life curiously; He Nobunaga himself is fine, but adding Fei Tan and Wo Jin will cause trouble.The most difficult ones are Feitan and Wojin. Even when other members of the brigade are abiding by the outside rules intentionally or unintentionally to reduce unnecessary troubles, Wojin still insists on refusing to learn how to spend money and has to run away for a can of beer. Go to a convenience store to rob; Fei Tan doesn't mind spending money, but it's also a headache to poke someone's neck with an umbrella if there is a disagreement.

The result of being too ostentatious and reckless is to provoke a swarm of policemen. The cars with flashing lights quickly surrounded the street where Wojin and his group were located.The irritability and anger of being excluded that had been suppressed in his heart since entering the outside world had a way to vent, and Wojin and the others carried out a massacre in the crowded downtown center.

This is really a one-sided massacre. People who are accustomed to living a comfortable life are cut down one stubble after another like crops waiting to be harvested in front of the spiders walking out of Meteor Street.The situation quickly expanded, the whole city was in turmoil, and panic began to spread. Police forces from all directions gathered here, triggering the next round of more hearty killings.

The companions who were scattered in other parts of the city quickly gathered together, and everyone stood on the top of a skyscraper near the intersection where Wojin, Nobunaga, and Finks were massacred, looking at their feet from a distance and boredly His companions started killing excitedly, like a few lions breaking into a chicken coop to run amok.

"Don't you need to stop them?" I asked Kuroro who was standing beside me.Standing on the edge of the skyscraper roof, the people on the ground are as small as ants, only the blood on the ground is more eye-catching.Wo Jin's excited roar was heard under his feet, sirens roared from the street outside his vision, and the sound of troops dispatched.

The situation below has gotten out of control.

"Don't worry about it. Since leaving Meteor Street, Wojin and the others have been holding fire in their hearts. It's good to let them vent now." Kuroro was wearing a black coat, and the wind blowing his clothes and The ends of his hair revealed the cross between his brows and his indifferent expression.

I nodded and didn't speak again.From this angle, the people below are just little black dots that are not very clear, and the fear, pain and despair are too far away.Not only Wojin and the others, but even my heart is full of anger. The people who walk out of Meteor Street seem to be naturally not accepted by the outside world. That invisible barrier has always existed, because it is so clear that it is like two worlds. Even the meaningless obliteration of the lives below is hardly moving.

It is a common problem among Meteor Street people to treat human life like nothing, but we, who have walked out of that purgatory, neither want nor can it be difficult to change this.

Feitan withdrew from the battlefield below, ran up directly on the glass curtain wall of the skyscraper, and stood beside me, shaking the blood on his sword.

"How come up?" I asked him.

"Boring." Fei Tan looked at the opening and closing movements of Wojin, Nobunaga and Finks below, and said "tsk", bored.He shook off the blood on the sword, and inserted it back into the umbrella with a "shua".

"What's so fun about the game of stepping on ants? Wo Jin and the others are really naive." Xia Ke also walked to the edge of the roof, looked down beside Fei Tan, and pressed his phone while "snacking" Said.

"Looking down from here, people are so small that you can't see anything clearly." I said, imitating them and looking down.The toes are about to protrude from the edge, and the ground that is too far away makes people dizzy.The wind was very strong on the roof. In order not to be blown down from a few hundred meters in the air by the strong wind, I leaned out while grabbing Kuroro's coat sleeve with one hand.He was also pulled hard by me, and the stiff fabric was held in my hand, a bit rough and very solid.

"It's very interesting, the scenery is nice." Feitan said with a smile, looking at the corpses that were almost piled up next to Finks and the others.

I withdrew my gaze and looked forward.This skyscraper is the tallest building around, and the view is very good, through the golden sunlight, you can almost see the edge of the city in the distance.The buildings that gradually become shorter from the city center to the outside, the gray houses and green fields on the outskirts of the city make the place we are in like an isolated island.

"What did you see?" I turned around and asked Fei Tan who was watching with gusto.

He heard the words and thought about it, and when he raised his eyes again, the interest in the golden eyes had turned into indifference.

"It's just a group of ants," he said.

I tilted my head, blinked at him, and then asked the knight standing over Feitan. "Hero, what did you see?"

"Huh? Me?" The knight raised his head from the screen of his mobile phone, glanced at the bottom casually, and said to us with a smile: "They are all pawns."

"Cut, operating system." Fei Tan said disdainfully.

The knight shrugged indifferently, and the green eyes on the delicate baby's face curled up with a smile, like a cunning fox.He lowered his head and continued to "snap" his phone.

Facts have proved that Woking and the others had a good time in this massacre that we thought was meaningless except to vent the anger of their grumpy companions.The battle lasted from noon to dusk, and changed three main battlefields one after another, and we also changed to watch the battle from the top of three tall buildings.

Pike and Madge are tired of watching their unskilled killings, so they go back to the hotel to try their new cosmetics.Franklin also walked away with them indifferently.Fei Tan and Xia Ke decided to leave, Xia Ke went back to surf the Internet, and Fei Tan went to play his new game.

Kuroro was still standing on the top of the building with his hands in his pockets, watching the situation below, so I stood here and waited for him.

For a moment, there were only the two of us left on the empty roof.

The fierce battle on the ground is still going on, and the army has also joined in. The sound of guns and artillery fire is very penetrating, and the shouts, exclamations, and screams are heard from afar, and they are somewhat blurred by the strong wind.

This is probably already a massacre.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the golden-red clouds in the sky seemed to be within reach.It is easy to feel some inexplicable sadness and melancholy when looking from a high place when encountering magic.

I went to Kuroro's side, took his bent arm in his pocket, looked up at him, the setting sun coated his handsome side face with a layer of golden light.

"Krollo," I leaned against him and asked, "what do you see when you look down?"

He raised his head and looked far away, showing a thoughtful expression.Then he looked straight ahead and said, "The world. I see the world."

He retracted his gaze and looked down at me. Half of his dark eyes were pure curiosity and excitement like a child who was happy to see a hunter, and the other half were the indifferent estimation of the bystander and the deep desire of the predator.

I saw my shadow in his eyes that were as clear as water and as deep as the sea, and I forgot everything else for a moment.The innocent and cold eyes made him look fatally dangerous, but also fatally charming.

The wind blows from the side, lifting my black hair from my shoulders and blocking my view.Kuroro stretched out his hand to part my hair, and pulled them behind my ears delicately, his downcast eyes were almost gentle.

Then he turned his head and looked forward again, and asked softly, "What about you?"

"I..." I glanced at his handsome and elegant profile, and followed his gaze to look forward.

The city is bathed in blood under the feet, and the mountains and rivers in the distance are magnificent.

I heard myself say softly, as if afraid of waking up, "I see infinite possibilities."

He chuckled, pulled out the hand I was holding, found my hand, and interlocked my fingers.

I held him tightly, leaned my head on his shoulder, and looked into the distance side by side with him.

The gunshots under the feet gradually faded, the sunset slowly sank, the magnificent city was being shrouded in night, and lights in the distance lit up one after another.

The world is so big, so beautiful, full of countless possibilities.And as long as we are together, there is nothing to be afraid of.

[-]. Hometown

When we decided to leave Meteor Street, some seniors said that we would come back here sooner or later.He said that everyone in Meteor Street will be branded as Meteor Street, and they will never be able to leave for the rest of their lives.

We naturally thought he was a fart.

Unscrupulous spiders, rampant spiders, we have conquered the outside world by force.There are also companions who fell into the sand and died on the road, but the Phantom Brigade was invincible.

Because of our strength, the world has no restricted areas for us.We do what we want, we have no qualms about being enemies of the government, of the gangs, of the Hunters.We gradually stand on the top of the world, see the most beautiful scenery, be the most arrogant robbers, and even the most precious treasures cannot stop us.

However, everything came too easily, and it became boring instead.When the world is completely open to you, getting what you want will make you lose the interest in getting it.After playing the most dangerous game in the world, the grumpy Feitan was the first to lose interest in the outside world, and Kurolo was the last.When all the secret treasures scattered in the long river of history no longer aroused his interest in exploring, Kuroro told me that he wanted to go back to Meteor Street.

Then go back.

In fact, we go back to Meteor Street every once in a while to have a look.Sometimes it is one or two years, sometimes it is three or five years. When tired, bored, or on a whim, the companions of the brigade who go out from Meteor Street will meet or go back to have a look.

The longer we wander outside, the more we admit that this is our hometown.

Meteor Street has such magic power.

Everyone who goes out from here will have feelings other than hatred for this place that they once wanted to escape so much.When we were trapped in Meteor Street, we were full of longing for the outside world and full of hatred for Meteor Street.But when we really leave here and go outside, we can't help but miss this place and be attached to this place.

Meteor Street is a purgatory, a melting pot, but it is also our hometown.No matter how wonderful, rich and comfortable the outside world is, it does not belong to us after all.That barrier is invisible, yet harder to break than the hardest metal.In fact, only when you really leave Meteor Street and walk on the streets of the city outside will you really understand what separates us from the outside world.

Of course not the flimsy barbed wire fence and the Gobi Desert.

People on Meteor Street walking outside are all conceited and inferior.They are proud of the strength that they are generally stronger than the outside world given to them by the cruel environment of Meteor Street, but they are also inferior to some irreparable shortcomings in them caused by the barren environment.

This feeling of low self-esteem and conceit at the same time has nothing to do with strength.Even ordinary people walking out of Meteor Street who don't know the existence of Nian will despise those unsuspecting backs; and even members as powerful as a brigade, sitting in an elegant and expensive restaurant and seeing the surrounding The guests laughed and got up and left, leaving only a little food on the table, and they would also have some kind of emotion mixed with anger and humbleness that could not be suppressed.When we easily beheaded a weak life outside and smiled mockingly, we also felt inexplicably sad because he kept a simple and happy face until death; and when we saw people outside being hit by arrows, Or when we cry in despair in front of a disaster the size of a sesame mung bean, in addition to being stunned, you will hold your hands full of strength and feel melancholy.

Many times we don't know why we suddenly feel lonely when we are walking on a strange street full of traffic, and we also don't understand why we are still depressed in the wanton squandering of drunkenness and dreams.We only realize clearly or vaguely that no matter whether we are poor or powerful in the outside world, there will always be a big or small hole in our hearts, only the down-and-out, barren, cruel, Hateful Meteor Street to fill.

People in Meteor Street are all realists, but we still admit romantically that it is nostalgia.

Many people who have a little knowledge of Meteor Street will find it ridiculous for people like us to talk about nostalgia.However, in fact, the suicide revenge activity of Meteor Street people who shocked the world more than ten years ago is enough to prove our complex and passionate feelings for this land of our own birth.

Yes, Meteor Street people are individualists through and through.If the unjust death of a person from Meteor Street hadn't happened outside, it would never have received the slightest attention.Those 31 Meteor Street people who had never met the victim took suicide actions to avenge him, and what they wanted to defend would definitely not be the soul that died unjustly.Human bombs will be used to retaliate, and it can be asserted that those avengers are the weakest at the bottom of Meteor Street who have gone out.However, even the weakest member of Meteor Street has blood and paranoia that the outside world can't match.We have danced with death too many times, we no longer care about our own lives, but we value the dignity outside Meteor Street.

That is not the dignity of Meteor Street, let alone the dignity of the council, but the dignity of every Meteor Street person wandering outside.

Inferiority and arrogance will make people become extreme, making people who walk out of Meteor Street become tough and extreme when facing the unfriendly sight outside.The more alienated we are from the outside world, the more detached Meteor Street will be in our hearts. The more we feel the strange gazes of contempt, pity or fear from the outside world, the stronger our reaction to the outside world will be.

So even though inside Meteor Street, each other's lives are worthless, and corpses are dragged away like flowing water every day without mercy, once the matter involves disputes with the outside world, Meteor Street people will immediately unite.When they are invaded by ants, even rebellious brigades will return to their hometown to defend their territory, and those compatriots killed by the invaders will be treated as heroes.The mourning of flowers and white cloth, not because they are nobler than those who died of internal consumption, but because they died not representing themselves, but Meteor Street.

People on Meteor Street is so difficult to understand, because people who focus on struggling on the line of life and death rarely have the opportunity to stop and examine their hearts.However, the people on Meteor Street are extremely pure, and they can better reflect the most authentic emotions inherent in human beings than the people full of desires from the outside world.

For example, the feeling of hometown.

In fact, there is nothing good about Meteor Street. It is dirty and barren, ugly and cruel. It kills hope and destroys humanity. It is not wrong to say that it is hell.However, the reason why my hometown is my hometown is that the people who belong here can curse her in every possible way, but they will never allow people outside to insult and discriminate against her in the slightest.For this breath, we can use our lives to fight, defend, and retaliate. Anyway, people who have walked out of here have already looked down on their own life and death, and care more about other things.

Therefore, in each generation of people who leave Meteor Street, there will always be a large part of them who choose to come back here.After wandering around the world and experiencing wind and rain, they chose to return to the place where they first struggled and fought, and silently guarded this bad land to die.

A large part of this is almost all that survived after walking out of Meteor Street.

After leaving Meteor Street for so many years, Kurolo and I lived in many places when there were no brigade activities.There are castles covering an area of ​​over a thousand hectares, exquisite and warm villas, bungalows on the seashore, bamboo houses in the mountains, bustling cities, and quiet and peaceful towns...

These places have left us good memories, but both Kurolo and I know that when we get old, the only place where we are willing to bury our bones is our home on Meteor Street.

Perhaps this is the fact that wanderers who make a living wandering are unwilling to admit and ultimately cannot deny: Even if she is Meteor Street, I still love her.

So those who leave Meteor Street will eventually return to Meteor Street.

The soul returns to the hometown, and the leaves return to the roots.

I just want to die in my hometown.

The author has something to say:

I found that every time I watch a military parade, I seem to cry.It's not because I want to or to be moved, but because I can't help it.So I thought, this is probably a person's affection for the motherland and hometown, which is inherent without reason.

Just because I was born here and grew up here, I belong to this place and belong to this place.

So no matter how much we scold our own country for all kinds of bad things, it is always difficult to give up and leave.Even those overseas Chinese who have traveled across the ocean, whether they admit it or not, know it or not, their roots are always here, innate, no matter how difficult it is to change.

So I thought of Meteor Street.People who have walked out of Meteor Street actually have this kind of nostalgia for their homeland, even if their homeland is an out-and-out purgatory on earth.A son doesn’t think his mother is ugly, and a son doesn’t think his family is poor. What I want to talk about is actually this kind of feeling: no matter where or how our hometown is, even Meteor Street can’t change the fact that we love her.

What I want to write is such a feeling.

(There may be discrepancies with the following text, don't care.)