[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

Kuroro and I walked in behind Martha and filled the little house to the brim.Fortunately, we are not tall, otherwise we would not even be able to straighten our waists.The room was cramped and airless, filled with the smell of someone who had been ill for a long time, decayed and depressing.

The room was very dark, with no lights, only the gaps left intentionally or unintentionally when a few planks on the wall were nailed together, to let in some sunlight from the outside, let’s call it a window.Below the window was a plank bed. The bed was dark, and one could vaguely see a person lying on it covered with a quilt.

"Sister Ola, are you feeling better these two days?" Martha walked to the bed with a worried look on her face.

The person on the bed moved a few times, half sitting up with some difficulty.The sun was shining on her face and upper body, and I promise I showed a terrified expression for a moment-it can't be called a person at all, it's just a lump of rotten flesh!The festering skin was rolled over, and yellow and white maggots could even be seen moving in places where the sun was shining!

I looked away for a moment, feeling a surge in my chest.The smell of putrefaction and sourness in the air was so strong that I could hardly breathe.I've seen festering corpses, the kind of decay and evil that make people have nightmares, and now, that kind of thing has become a spirit!The cloudy and pus-filled eyes looked at us, and they could still make a clear voice: "What else can I do? I'm like this, I'm just waiting to die..."

I covered my mouth, turned around and rushed out of the room regardless.Until I ran under a willow tree outside the shed, I held on to the rough trunk and spit it out with a "wow"!

I didn't eat anything in the morning, and what I vomited out was only some clear soup with little water.I pressed my chest, uncontrollably repeating the scene I just saw in my mind, and retched one after another, almost vomiting out my internal organs.

This feeling is extremely uncomfortable. I feel that my spirit is hurt and my body is also implicated.Before coming here, Martha told us that the conditions of the people here are not very good, but... this, this is also called "not very good"? !Reluctantly, I looked back at the dark shed, admiring the two people who could still stay inside.Especially Martha, obviously she has been here not once or twice, what kind of spirit is this!

I dedicated all the little food I ate in the morning to the root of this unlucky willow tree. I finally recovered, secretly used Yan Ling to get a bottle of mineral water, rinsed my mouth, and drank half of the bottle again Go down and force yourself to forget everything you just saw at a glance, which is a little refreshing.

I moved to a place and waited for Martha and Kuroro to come out, and looked around by the way.

This place seems to be a dead corner of Liuying Street, surrounded by high walls on three sides, forming a rectangular area.The hut we entered just now is at the outermost edge of this area, and there are dozens of such huts at a glance inside, staggered together, leaving a main road in the middle, like a refugee with an open mouth camp.

Without telling me to wait too long, Kuroro came out from inside.His complexion is not very good-looking, but that's it, not as exaggerated as me.

"How?" I asked.I saw a very eye-catching flower between his fingers, bright golden orange color, with layers of petals, it looked vibrant and magnificent.

Kuroro gathered the flowers and showed me, "This should be a marigold."

"What about flower language?"

Kuroro looked a little weird: "If I remember correctly, it's friendship and health."

Thinking about the half-dead look of the person inside... I twitched the corners of my mouth and asked tentatively, "Maybe it's really not a prophecy?"

"Let's put it away for now." Kuroro said, "I'll see you later." He handed the dazzling golden-red flower to me, "Do you have it?"

I shook my head like a rattle: "I don't want it. You take it."

Crowley doesn't care.When I thought of the owner of the flower inside, I felt another overwhelming pain.Just thinking about it, Martha finally came out from inside and walked towards us.

I looked at her, and felt embarrassed for a while: I went to visit the patient with someone else, and I vomited it out when I saw it.

Martha was fine, she was concerned about me first: "Is Lydia okay?" I shook my head, and she then comforted me: "Sorry, I didn't make it clear and didn't let you prepare. It scared you Bar?"

I quickly shook my head again, and halfway through I couldn't shake it anymore.

"Although it looks scary, Miss Ola's disease is not contagious, so you don't have to worry."

"What kind of disease is that?" Kuroro asked, "Can it be cured?"

Martha led us to the next house, she shook her head as she walked, and said: "The doctor came to see it, and she said it was not an ordinary skin disease, and she couldn't cure it. Sister Ola knew it herself. She said it was not Sickness is a curse."

"Curse?" Kuroro repeated thoughtfully.

"What's her flower language?" Martha asked.

"Marigold, friendship and health." Kuroro said, "Maybe there will be a turning point. If it's a curse, it's understandable."

"Great...is there anything I can do to help her?" Martha asked eagerly.

"It's best not." Kurolo said, "Let's wait and see what happens. Don't tell her about the flower language." He said, putting the marigold into the basket that Martha was holding, and putting the rest of the bread on the Together.

Following Martha's familiarity, she walked through the cracks between the slum huts and huts, turning around like walking a maze.

We found the second family she wanted to visit, and the situation of this family was more than a hundred times better than the previous one.The same shack was too cramped to move around, but it was kept clean and bright by the owner.The owner of the house is an old lady, her back is bent like a bow, her face is full of wrinkles from the vicissitudes of life, but her eyes are still clear.

The embarrassment of the master's family is obvious at a glance. She is wearing a long dress that is patched and dirty and has not been washed for an unknown period of time. Her gray hair is tied behind her head, but her cheeks and temples are clean and obviously taken care of.

She seemed delighted to see Martha visit, and bid Martha sit with us on the bed, taking her side.Chrollo and I declined her offer, so she and Martha sat on the bed facing each other, and we stood by.Of course there are no chairs.

"Honey, it's great for you to come to see me." The old lady took Martha's hand and said kindly, "But next time you really don't need to bring food, and an old thing like me can't eat much. One point, life can go on, you don't need to waste it on me. I'm already very happy that you can come to see me and talk to me. "

"Grandma Yezi, it's just a little thought from me." Martha said softly, "Ever since you moved here, Madge and I have missed you a lot."

"Really? I miss little March too!" The old lady smiled and her eyes were crooked. Although she was as shriveled as an old orange, it is not difficult to imagine how cute she was when she was young. "Little girl is six years old this year, right? Hey, she was only that big when I pulled her out of your belly!" She said, making a small distance between her hands in the air, her expression full nostalgia.

"Yeah, I was pregnant with Maggie at that time, and I didn't understand anything... If it weren't for your care, we would have suffered so much." Martha said that she was emotional, and raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.She showed a bright smile, "Don't talk about that, I'm here to tell you some good news--I'm now an adopter!"

"Really?" Grandma Yezi clasped her hands together and laughed, "That's great! Every time I see children like you, I think it's really a good thing for me, an old bastard, to move my ass away from the adopter's seat. It's the right thing to do!"

"Mother-in-law..."

"Oh, don't be like this. I'm doing fine now." Grandma Yezi stopped Martha, she sighed, and said in a self-deprecating tone: "Don't look at me like that, dear, you know I'm not that great. I Ah, it's just that when I see those children, I will think of my own baby, and the older I get, the more I can't stand it, so I ran away."

"Grandmother..." Martha stretched out her hands to hold Grandma Yezi's hands, one pair was soft and delicate, the other pair was shriveled and rough.Grandma Yezi looked down at the hands they were clasping, and sighed. A kind of strong sadness suddenly emanated from this old lady who had been laughing.

"At that time, I envied you so much. Madge was a girl who could grow up by your side. My son, my son..."

Her voice trembled and stopped, calmed down, turned her head to look at us, with a bright smile in her eyes again: "These two children are your adopted children?"

Seeing Kuroro, she frowned slightly: "Why is it a boy?"

"This..." Martha hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Yezi's mother-in-law looked at Kuroro carefully again, and Kuroro let her look at him without changing his expression.She seemed to see something, her expression calmed down again, and she turned her head to Martha and said, "It turns out that she is not an ordinary child... Since I won't be like other people here in the future, I won't mind my own business... ..."

Seeing Martha's troubled expression, she laughed and said, "Silly boy, why are you so nervous? Mother-in-law, I stepped into the gate of hell with half my foot, so will you mind your own business? As long as you and Little Maggie are doing well, the rest will be fine." ... If you want to raise it, you can raise it!"

"Grandmother!" Martha's eyes were slightly red, and she tightly held Grandma Yezi's hand: "Grandmother, you can go with us this time! I've changed careers now, so it's convenient for you to come..."

"Why are you talking stupid again?" Grandma Yezi patted her hand reassuringly, "I came here by myself, so I didn't think about going out again. I'm relieved that you and Ma Qi have a good life."

Martha didn't know if she had thought of her death prophecy, and when she blinked, a string of tears fell down.It can be seen that she has a really good relationship with this old woman, and she feels like a mother and daughter.

"What's the matter? Are you wronged?" Grandma Yezi immediately asked with concern.

"It's okay." Martha wiped away her tears, and turned to look at Kuroro questioningly.Kuroro nodded, turned to look at Grandma Yezi, and said bluntly, "Do you want flowers?"

Grandma Yezi didn't answer hastily. She looked at Kuroro, her face gradually became serious, and she turned to look at Martha again.Martha nodded to her and said, "Mother-in-law, I encountered some unexplainable things...but I will never harm you."

"Of course I believe you." Grandma Yezi sighed, then turned to Kuroro and said, "Then show me your flowers."

Kuroro nodded - being invited by the other party is the condition for launching "Happy Flower Shop" - he said politely: "Then mother-in-law, please close your eyes first."

Grandma Yezi closed her eyes.

Kuroro showed the Thief's Cheats and the ability to activate, and soon a pure white flower appeared on his hand - I also recognized this, it should be a rose, double-petaled, extremely beautiful, more beautiful than the flowers that appeared before. To my liking, a pure beauty that takes your breath away.

Kuroro put away his ability, leaving only the flower in his hand.He looked at Hua and raised his eyebrows, and said, "You can open it."

Grandma Yezi opened her eyes and saw the flowers in Kuroro's hand, but she didn't show any surprise.

Kuroro handed her the flower: "A beautiful Lolimas rose. Thank you."

Grandma Yezi watched him for a while, then took the flowers slowly. "You're welcome. I feel like I haven't seen a flower in my life. I should say thank you, boy."

Kuroro smiled, "The flower language of Lolimas Rose is very interesting, I think the person you miss is doing well there."

When he said this, Kuroro's expression was very interesting, with nostalgia and unobvious malice.

Grandma Yezi tightened her hand holding the flower stem.

"Then I'm relieved." She finally said slowly.

Martha talked with Grandma Yezi for a while, took us to say goodbye and left.

As soon as she walked away, she immediately asked: "What does the flower language of the mother-in-law mean?"

"Lorimas rose, the flower language is the memory of death." Kuroro said, "Although it is beautiful, it will bring unfortunate flowers. Either the person she misses is dead, or she is going to die."

"Krollo!" Martha lost her voice.

"If you are worried, come and sit down more." Kuroro turned his head and said.

Martha took us to a few more houses, old and young, men and women—yes, there are male|prostitutes here, no wonder Grandma Yezi looked a little strange when she first saw Kuroro—these People describe it as desolate, even the young are haggard and haggard.

The food was sent out little by little, and the flowers were collected little by little. The basket Martha held on her arm was empty and full again. Duo, here's the rest.

When I got home, it was already dark.Fei Tan and Ma Qi, who were staying behind, came to welcome us. We lit the lamps, formed a circle, placed the collected flowers on the table, and identified and analyzed the language of the flowers one by one.

All the flowers are roughly divided into two categories. According to the language of flowers, one side has good metaphors and the other has bad metaphors. They are basically half-opened.According to Kuroro's plan, the next thing we have to do is to divide these flowers into different control groups, some will continue to observe to see if the flower language can be fulfilled; some will intervene to test whether the flower language can be changed.

"For example, this," Kurolo pointed to Ola's marigold, "we'll see if she can recover, and don't exert any influence from the side. As for the mother-in-law's Lolimas rose, Martha can make some efforts , be careful not to let her die."

This is to guide things in a good direction, mainly to take care of Martha's mood.As for the more simple, crude, direct and effective methods that we have not stated, that is a private matter.

The focus of Kuroro is to thoroughly understand the meaning of abilities and flower language, but what I am more concerned about is how to make our flower language fail.

According to my initial thoughts, find those who have flowers such as happiness, good luck, and longevity and kill them directly, and see what will happen-it is easier to make people unlucky than happy. When it comes to misfortune, does it mean that the prophecy of Huayu can be broken?

Then there is nothing to be afraid of.

Worrying, I just desperately want a result.

While we were talking about this, Martha went to Grandma Yezi, intending to persuade her to go to the doctor for a checkup.We wanted to go along, but she declined.

"There will be no accidents." She said with a smile, "Achi is fine, she just goes with me. You can play at home."

So we just took the opportunity to discuss plan B, which Martha would never agree to, and Madge listened in - this girl is different from her mother, we can feel that she is the same as us, her blood is cold in her bones - not to mention hearing that she Mom is about to have an accident, she is like a bow that is getting tighter and tighter, and the sharp bowstring is ready to cut others or herself at any time.

"Your idea is dangerous." When I finished my plan, she commented calmly. "The Self-Defense Forces are everywhere. But let's be careful. It's not impossible."

"Let's do it like this." Her golden eyes said coldly, "I'll be your guide."

However, things may be trickier than we think.Just as we were reaching a consensus, Martha returned, pale and with red, swollen eyes.

She choked up and said to us: "Grandma Yezi, passed away."

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