[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

The concept of time in Meteor Street is very vague.

The time of the clock is estimated and adjusted according to the sunrise and sunset. There are no months in a year, but four seasons.Calculated with the most general concept, it is summer when it rains, and winter when it snows.

When we first came to Liuying Street, it happened to be the beginning of a summer.Unexpectedly, when it was time to leave, it was the beginning of another summer.

As usual, Kuroro walked into the house at half past noon.

Me, Feitan and Madge are playing cards at the dinner table.

"Krollo!"

When I saw him, I threw down the cards in my hand, rushed over and threw myself into his arms.

"Krollo, Kurolo, Kurolo!" I hugged his neck and yelled, and put my cheek against him affectionately, tired of him and his coquettish behavior.

Kuroro embraced me indulgently and helplessly, turned his head, and pecked my cheek like a dragonfly.

"Don't make trouble." He stroked my hair.

I withdrew from his embrace contentedly, and turned to pull him to look up and down, nervously as if I was afraid that he might lose half a hair.

"It's okay, okay." Kuroro's shirt buttons were tied down to the neck obediently. I flipped the top one and said with a sigh of relief.

Kuroro, who looked good, gave me a blank look and didn't speak.

Normally, he would probably have ridiculed me a few words at no cost, but now every time Kuroro goes out and comes back, he will indulge me two points more than usual.

"It broke the record again this time, three days." Fei Tan said gloatingly, "Kulolo, are you sure you haven't sold yourself yet?" He half teased, half reminded me.

"Of course." Kuroro said angrily.As he spoke, he walked around me and walked towards the back room, with a lazy tone: "I'll sleep for a while, and I'll talk about it when I get up."

I followed up distressedly, watching him kick off his shoes and lie down on the bed, then slowly turned over by pulling the quilt, tucking the corners of the quilt for him attentively, kissed his forehead, and whispered softly :"sleep tight."

Really, whoever's child feels distressed.

Watching him close his eyes, I went out and closed the door, went back to the dining table, picked up the stack of cards that belonged to me on the table with restraint, and sat down to continue.

My face must have been very ugly, because Feitan and Maqi looked at each other and did not speak, but continued to play cards quietly, as if nothing happened before Kuroro came back.

Four A's.

I silently threw out the trump card, just in time to stop Feitan who had only one card left.

I looked at him proudly, he sneered, and suddenly said in a low hoarse voice: "If you have the ability, let Kuroro see your current face."

I sneered provocatively back: "I dare not, don't you dare?"

Cold golden eyes met mine, we looked at each other, and then moved away to focus on the game in front of us.

After two more rounds, Feitan and I both lost more than we won—no way, Madge's luck in this aspect is really too good to accept.

When a new round of cards was dealt out, I picked up my own and was about to turn it over to read it, but was interrupted by an unexpected visitor from outside.

The sound of footsteps stopped at the door, and I looked up. There was an exceptionally handsome face, but there was a hint of glamor between the brows.

They met on several occasions, and it was Mei Duo on the street leader Monica's side.

"I'm looking for Kuroro." A soft female voice.

I frowned impatiently and lowered my voice: "Now?"

She nodded, her eyes scanned the room for a week, and she didn't look like she was timid in front of doctors or Monica.

"The street chief has something to look for him." She said calmly.

"He just came back." I said in a bad tone, "Are you playing with others?"

"The street chief has something to look for him." Mei Duo repeated.Her eyes flicked over and around us, and that made me uncomfortable.

I wanted to slam my cards in her face.

I was really about to do this, but was interrupted by Kuroro.

He pushed open the door of the back room, his clothes and hair were tidied up, and he couldn't tell that he had just slept.

"Let's go." He said calmly.

Mei Duo nodded, with a proud attitude.

Kuroro followed Mei Duo and left. I watched their backs go so far away that I couldn't see them, and I could hardly suppress the violence that was rolling in my heart.

Fuck|his|damn|!

I stood up abruptly, wanting to curse, but I couldn't say it because of my usual self-cultivation. In the end, I just gathered the cards in my hand into a pile and slammed them on the table.

"Looks like I'm going to win." Feitan watched me lose my temper, leaned back lazily, and said to Ma Qi.

"Not necessarily." March said.

I know what they are talking about. After Kuroro was targeted by that old woman, Monica, they made a bet on us, betting that Kuroro and I would break out first in such entanglement and coping.

Just kidding, am I going to lose? !

Inexplicably trying to save face, I took a deep breath to force myself to calm down, and I would never give up all my previous efforts.

I snorted coldly, sat down again with a cold face, pulled the stack of cards over and squeezed them in my hands again until my knuckles turned white.

"continue."

After throwing down two cards, I couldn't help but said: "You said, are we cursed? Why do we always encounter such things..."

Fei Tan didn't answer.After a long time, he said coldly, "Maybe."

After another half day, the three played two rounds of cards, and he suddenly sneered, "Ku Luoluo is so evil, there is no one else."

The game couldn't continue, and the cards in her hand were not exhausted, and Martha came back from the outside.

"Didn't you go to help Azhi remove the quilt to dry?" March asked.

"A pheasant has something to do temporarily, so he was called away." Martha said.This year, her hair has grown a lot, and her bright and soft purple hair hangs down on her shoulders. Because the adopter's life is dull, her expression is more gentle, and her whole person seems to be shining.

She looked at us with a smile and warm eyes: "Do you have anything to do this afternoon?"

We shake our heads.What else can I do except eat and play every day?

"Then go and see the little baby." Martha said, her expression was cheerful, but inexplicably felt that she was a little worried: "The little baby will be sent away today."

"Send it away?" I asked in surprise, the little guy has just turned one year old, right?

"Where are they going?"

"Fifth District." Martha explained, "The regulations of Liuying Street, if the baby is a boy, he will be sent away and stay with his mother until he is one year old at most."

What kind of rule is this?

I looked at Martha with wide eyes and asked, "Why?"

"Because... this is Liuying Street." Martha looked at us and sighed very lightly, her tone was melancholy.

"Who made the rules?" I asked.When I asked this, I couldn't hide it from myself, I just went there with the idea of ​​looking for trouble.

"Madame Ghost Willow." Martha said.

Seeing me frowning thoughtfully, she said, "Okay, children, you are still young, you may not understand, this is also for the sake of those boys! It's getting late, hurry up and say goodbye to the little baby. ... take these things."

As she spoke, she quickly put some water and food in a basket and handed it over to us.

"Aren't you going?" March asked.

"I went there in the morning." Martha said with a smile, "you go. Summer is coming, I will pack up at home. This year, Lydia, don't sleep in the closet, it's too stuffy in summer. I Build a bed for you and sleep in the room."

"Okay, great!" I took the basket on the table and showed her a bright smile, "Then let's go!"

"Go, play for a while!" Martha sent us out, softly.

When I went out the door, my face sank immediately.

In this year, we have a general understanding of the two entangled forces in Liuying Street.There is only one organization in Liuying Street—the Women's Federation, which was established by Mrs. Guiliu who came back from Meteor Street, and she herself serves as the president.

The purpose of the Women's Federation is to organize the prostitutes in Liuying Street, which were originally a mess, and provide them with shelter.Wanting to gain a foothold in Meteor Street surrounded by wolves, the Women's Federation has a powerful armed force, which is the Self-Defense Force led by Posiluk.

The Self-Defense Forces are all composed of selected women. After rigorous training, these women can even reach the level of force comparable to some people with mental abilities, which is enough to carry the prostitute|clients who come to make trouble, and even attack all parties. Power creates deterrence.

In addition to the deterrence of force, Liuying Street still belongs to the eighth district, one of the three major districts, and maintains a relatively close relationship with the business alliance.The link of this connection is Monica, the Mayor of Liuying Street appointed by the Business Alliance.

According to our information, Monica's family, including Ying Ji and Mei Duo, are all "red cards". In other words, through the gender advantage of women, they have established a relatively stable relationship with various forces The intimate relationship not only mediates to fight for more rights and interests for Liuying Street, but more importantly, they hold a lot of important information in their hands.

Martial force and relationship network, these are the two most important lifelines of a power, because both are indispensable, which has caused the mutual containment of Mrs. Guiliu's family and Monica's family, and no one can do anything to the other.

"The balance can't be broken yet." Kuroro explained his tolerance for Monica's constant approaching him. "At least before we leave, I don't want to give them a chance to do something."

The two ends of the balance, one is that we live in Martha's house, and the other is the proximity of Kuroro and Monica.

Yes, Martha is really kind to us, but this does not prevent us from using her as a measurable force on the balance, restraining and paralyzing Mrs. Guiliu.

Just like the big sister who is as beautiful as the moonlight, no matter how gentle, considerate and understanding she is, she cannot make Kuroro open her heart to her, even if she is sincere, even if he enjoys it to some extent.

One yard owned by a yard.

Fuck|Balance!

I held the basket in my hand and thought, if I am not happy with this life, no one else should be happy.

Mrs. Ghost Willow?Monica Street Leader?balance?When I leave, I won't have a surname, a surname...not Lydia unless I turn you upside down!

Walking to the little baby's house, we just caught up with him being sent away.

A middle-aged woman held the green-eyed, juicy little boy in her arms, wrapped him in a piece of muslin, and carried him out of the house.The heart-piercing cries of the young mother came from the door, as if the sky was falling apart.

We walked up to the middle-aged woman and stopped her just in time, Fei Tan said, "Where are you taking him?"

The woman looked down at us a few times.

"Baby! My baby! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the heartbroken cry came out from the room, and the muscles on the woman's face moved, and said: "Go to the fifth district and send it to the nursery there. "

"He's going to die." I looked at the little baby in her arms who didn't know why, and rolled his eyes with his finger in his mouth, and said, "Why can't he stay here? His mother didn't want to abandon him."

The woman said with a blank expression: "This is the rule set by the president. Liuying Street does not support idlers." Seeing our unkind faces, she continued: "It is already the president who can let their mother and child get along for more than a year. Make an exception."

After speaking, she ignored us, walked around us with the baby in her arms, and walked outside.

We watched her walk away without trying to stop her.

"Let's go." Marge was the first to turn around and walk into the house.

The woman walked a certain distance, and it seemed that the baby also realized that something was wrong, burst into an earth-shattering cry, and quickly fell down again.I looked back, as if my mouth was covered.

Carrying the basket into the house, the mother who had just sent the child away was crying bitterly on the empty cradle.

"Why are you crying? If you wanted him, you would have chased him out long ago." Fei Tan said coldly.

"Chasing, recovering... Let him, let him be a male|prostitute in the future?..." The young mother, who was suffering so much, choked up, "If that, that... It's better to let him go... say, maybe in the future... he can live... woo woo woo..."

She hugged the cradle and cried again. Those words were not so much a refutation of Fei Tan's questioning, but a repeated and deepened self-comfort.

I felt her deep pain and helplessness, and inexplicably thought of the dead old woman, Martha's friend, the one whose autopsy I had done.She seemed to have a son too, so was she sent away like this?

The rules set by Mrs. Guiliu are really cruel, and the choices of these mothers are also cruel.

In Liuying Street, women are protected by the Women's Federation, and the status of men is even abnormally low. Rather than living without hope, it is better to send them out to fight for a future.

The sorrow of the weak.

I didn't want to hear her cry anymore, so I put the basket on the table and raised my voice, "Martha's gift."

She was still crying and ignored me.

We took a look at the room that we had come to often this year, and now there was no baby, and turned to leave.Standing at the door, we hesitated, shall we go back now?

The sky is yellow, like muddy water stirred unevenly, gloomy.The willow trees on both sides of the road danced wildly, and the branches and leaves rustled.

The wind suddenly picked up.

"It looks like it's going to rain soon." I rubbed my neck and said, the wind was cool with water vapor. "Let's go back."

"Don't you want us to play for a while?" Fei Tan said, "This is the meaning of avoidance."

We both looked at Marge together.

"I don't care." March folded his arms.

"Go to Kuroro." Feitan suggested, with a smirk on his lips, "Look at what they are doing."

"That's not good," March said.

"Fei Tan, you are so bad...Okay, let's go!" I raised my hand in agreement without integrity, "Let's watch it secretly, and then ask Kuroro to come back together."

That street leader Monica, she made no secret of her intention to see Kuroro!Although she has never received a response to our invitation, it also shows that she does not expect Kuroro to be under her command, but this does not mean that she has given up the opportunity to win over Kuroro.

The annoying thing is that Monica is a very attractive woman herself, despite the power behind it.When she intends to get close to someone, that kind of proper measure is hard to teach people to refuse——

Kuroro became a frequent visitor to the street chief's afternoon tea party.

From afternoon tea, to dinner, to overnight stay.

It's rare to see Kuroro giving in so step by step, that woman's ability in interpersonal communication is really admirable.In this year, we have seen the relationship between Kuroro and Monica become more and more "intimate". No wonder even Feitan half-seriously reminded Kuroro not to fall.

Of course, no matter whether it's falsehood or pretentiousness, or acting on the spot, Kuroro is always sober.

Or rather, he was really ruthless.

I've seen Monica come to him a few times before, and the feelings don't seem fake.She really likes Kuroro, of course it's the way a big sister treats a younger brother, and the closeness and kindness to him is not all for the sake of winning.

In this way, Kuroro didn't see the meaning of acknowledgment at all.It's good that he was on call, but he also took out a lot of confidential information from Monica, which was a good advantage.

Sometimes looking at the smile on the corner of Kuroro's mouth, even I feel a little chilled for others.

...Of course the position will never shift!She keeps pulling our Kurolo towards her, what does that woman mean!

It's unbearable to poach my corner so hard!They must be taught a lesson!

Waving our fists in our hearts, we walked towards Monica's small western building based on our memory.

"I want to go back!" March stopped suddenly and said.

"What?" I asked inexplicably, "Why?"

Ma Qi's face was very ugly, she said in a deep voice: "I... have a very bad feeling!"

Could it be that something happened to Martha? !My heart tightened, Madge said, her intuition is very accurate!

"Then hurry up! Let's go back together!" I said quickly, ignoring other things.

"Wait!" March called again.

She frowned tightly, and hesitated: "My intuition tells me that it's better not to go back! But..."

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

"I want to go back!" Madge concluded in a flash, "Anyway, I have to see for myself!" She hurriedly finished, turned and ran.

"Hey!" I called out behind her, and hurriedly said to Fei Tan: "Fei Tan, you are fast, you go after her!"

"You go to Kuroro." Feitan said, "Tell him not to dawdle, maybe we have to change places!"

"Don't talk nonsense, hey!" I yelled and turned around, running desperately in the direction we were in front of.

What Fei Tan said is not unreasonable - this year, Martha's flower language has never changed, and we are all used to it to the point of paralysis!

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, rolling up waves of yellow sand and dust.I took a shortcut, rushed into a narrow alley, plunged headlong into the arrogant dust, protected my head with one hand, and tried my best to squint my eyes.

Both sides of the narrow road are full of willow trees, and the slender and soft willow branches have already sprouted dots of tender green, turning into thousands of sharp whips in the strong wind, whipping on my body.

I rushed forward recklessly, only protecting my head and face, and let the willow branches passing by on both sides graze my body like rough hands, like an impenetrable net.

Fortunately, apart from the pain, it does not affect the journey.

I'm just outraged!Why is it so hard to find Kuroro every time there is a big event!

After finally rushing out of the shortcut, the street leader Monica's small building was in front of him.I breathed a sigh of relief, rushed to the door, and slammed on the door desperately.

The melodious piano sound inside stopped abruptly.

Soon, the door was opened, and a woman as beautiful as moonlight appeared inside the door with a surprised expression.

"Lydia?" Kuroro asked in surprise as he appeared behind her.He walked up to me in one step, held my arms and said, "What happened!"

Out of breath, I said to him: "Martha, something seems to be wrong with Martha!"

"what?"

"It's Maggie's feeling! They go back first..." I, I'm here to find you... Woohoo, I can't breathe!

Kuroro's expression tightened, and he pulled me away: "Let's go back too!"

"Krollo? Need help?" Monica said from behind.Her voice was soft, with just the right amount of worry and concern in her doubts.

"No. I'm leaving today." Kuroro turned back.

All the way to Martha's house at the fastest speed, Kuroro simply ran with my back on his back.He asked me to describe our situation after he left in detail, frowning on his side face.

"We are all careless!" He asserted: "Martha said that Azhi was transferred away, and it is very likely that someone wanted to do something to her! And she dismissed you...that means she knows something! Then it should not be a fatal danger, but……"

Soon to be there, he braked sharply, slowed down and looked around.

"What's wrong?" I asked nervously.

"The murderous aura that hasn't dissipated yet." Kuroro said, "Feitan fought someone here, not long ago! He encountered obstacles!"

"Hold tight!" He said to me who was on his back, and then ran at full speed: "I hope there is still time!"

No, no, it's too late.

We rushed into the familiar door and stopped for a moment, like a stiff sculpture.

The pungent smell of blood was overwhelming.

I couldn't control my gaze fixed on the woman lying on the ground. Her head was held in Maqi's arms, and the purple hair that was soft just now was extremely messy, glued together by the dazzling bright red.

I don't need to go near to know that she is dead.

There was a muffled thunder, and there was a sudden shower outside, and the air was suffocatingly hot.

Everything was so sudden.

The rain poured down.

When the first rain fell on Meteor Street, Martha died.

It is summer.

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This chapter was written for a whole day, from morning till night!I changed it at least three times, I feel so hard/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

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