[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

Early the next morning, the maid who had appeared before knocked on my door and brought a new set of equipment, from shoes and socks to a pink and white cotton dress.The silent young maid stared at me and took care of myself before taking me to Mrs. Guiliu's office.

The spotless arc-shaped floor-to-ceiling windows and the dark brown oak desk are dignified and dignified.Mrs. Guiliu sat on a high-backed swivel chair behind the desk, her hair curled behind her head meticulously.Seeing me coming in, she signaled me to wait by the side with her eyes, calmly and still correcting the paperwork on the table.

When I stood on the side of the desk, she could see me, and I could see her at a distance. The center of gravity shifted from left foot to right foot, and then from right foot to left foot.This may be another blow to the horse, killing my temper, I showed the patience I don't usually have, and responded with a low eyebrow.

Until Mrs. Guiliu finally finished what she was doing and beckoned me to approach.

"I think, you already know my ability." She said straightforwardly, completely beyond my expectation.

I looked directly at her and nodded silently.

She took something from a desk drawer and put it on the edge of the table in front of me.It was a simple bronze mirror with a bracket standing on the back. The mirror facing me was yellowish, with a circle of wicker patterns cast on the edge.

"There is something inside that I want you to see." Mrs. Guiliu said briefly, she stretched out her finger and clicked on the back of the mirror, and the mirror surface that was originally blurred and unable to reflect the image suddenly appeared water ripples, amidst the ripples It gradually becomes clear and transparent, and you can even see the scene behind it through it——

This is a screen connected to a... monitor? !

I looked up at her in shock, Madam Guiliu had already lowered her head to look at the documents in front of her, and just left a sentence: "Call me after reading."

I pursed my lips, turned my eyes to stare at the bronze mirror that probably manifested my ability, and focused on the picture inside.The picture shakes slightly, which feels like the rhythm of the wind blowing and the leaves swaying with the wind. I immediately realized that this should be the perspective of a willow tree.

The picture is aimed at a window, and the picture inside the window can be clearly seen.A big bed, a scene of a man and a woman on the bed, entangled, overlapping, and constantly moving bodies... There is no sound in the "action movie" faithfully transmitted by Liu Shu, but you can feel the intensity of it just by looking at the picture, not only is it not aesthetically pleasing , and disgusting.

I immediately wanted to turn my eyes away, but when I looked at Mrs. Guiliu's dignified and tidy office, I forced myself to look back at the video in the mirror.It is impossible for her to just want me to take a look at such a scene, there must be other intentions, not only can I not say no capriciously, but also carefully see her hidden meaning.

I first looked at the protagonist in the picture, and I could only see the man's back and half of the woman's face, except for the woman's painful and unwilling expression, there was nothing worth noting.The layout of the room is very similar to Martha's home...

Before I could see what was going on, the screen had turned and switched to another place.This time it was even more unsightly. In a dark place like a warehouse, several men were naked. After watching for a long time, they found a desperately struggling woman among the entangled bodies...

I pressed my chest uncomfortably, staring at the eyes, and the pictures on the bronze mirror were constantly switching.I gradually understood the purpose of Mrs. Guiliu showing me this, because the next round of brutality, sex and filth can always exceed my imagination.

Ugly and cruel men like beasts, filthy bodies and painful and desperate women, I find this world gloomy and desperate, because it has no lower limit, let alone human nature.

When I saw the young girl appearing in the picture like a flower mashed in the mud, I couldn't restrain my urge to vomit. When the next picture came, there was a whole room full of women with big bellies. When the guarded eyes came into my eyes, I finally couldn't help it, and with a "slap" sound with shaking hands, I knocked down the bronze mirror that seemed to be connected to hell on the table.

I grabbed my throat tightly with one hand, supported the hard table leg with the other, squatted on the ground and retched non-stop.I haven't eaten anything in the morning, and I can't vomit anything. I just feel that my heart and liver are going to be vomited out, and my face is flushed.

I closed my eyes tightly, as if in this way I could forget everything I saw before, and I really wanted to wash my eyes out—my spirit was irreparably damaged.

"Finish?" Mrs. Guiliu asked calmly on top of my head.

I propped myself up on the table for strength, and slowly stood up straight, looking at her eyes with the tears I had just suffocated.My voice was trembling, and I asked her, "What was that... at the end?"

The room full of pregnant women was different from before. There were no men, and it was peaceful, like...

"It's a factory." Madam Guiliu said calmly, "A factory that makes babies."

I blinked, and when I realized it, I found that my back was soaked in cold sweat.

Mrs. Guiliu put back the bronze mirror in front of me, she glanced at it and said: "You haven't finished it yet."

"...It's enough." I looked at her with a pale face and said.

Seeing now, I don't want to eat at all today.Of course, this is also a kind of temptation. If she wants to completely control me like Robin before, she will force me to read it, but if she just wants to subdue me, she may not be so tough...

"Forget it." Madam Guiliu put the mirror back in the drawer, looked at me and said, "Now tell me how you feel."

I opened my mouth weakly, I was so disgusted that I didn't want to say anything, let alone think about it, in the end I just shook my head and pursed my lips tightly.

Mrs. Guiliu didn't argue with me, "Lydia, I see fear in your eyes."

I looked at her frankly, and opened up to her the weakness and embarrassment in my eyes.

"Those, are... happening? On Liuying Street?" I asked her in a dry tone.

"Ten years ago, that was Liuying Street." Mrs. Guiliu said, her eyes were filled with compassion, and her voice was full of inexplicable power: "Those things still happen in many places in Meteor Street, but not in Liuying Street. Liuying Street There is no such thing."

I gradually understood what she wanted to express.

I looked at her meekly and encouragingly, and Mrs. Guiliu continued: "On Meteor Street, women without strength are always at a disadvantage. They are props for venting desires and tools for childbirth. As women, being born on Meteor Street is already doomed to a tragic fate." Fate. For so many years, no one thought we were worth saving. If we can't stand up and protect ourselves, we will always be like what you just saw..."

"Life is better than death." I shook my lips and murmured while looking at her.

"To change everything, this is the meaning of Liuying Street, and this is what I want to do." Mrs. Guiliu's words were not particularly sonorous and passionate, but they conveyed her firm determination and confidence.

"As long as Liuying Street is still alive, I will give shelter to the women who walk in here for a day." She said, "It is not a tool for venting desires, not a tool for procreation. On Liuying Street, I want all women to live with dignity. ! Even if it is not fully realized now, there will be a day."

Mrs. Guiliu was sitting, looking at me standing in front of the table, with a graceful posture and piercing eyes.

"Lydia, I don't care why you ran away before. But now, I'm telling you what I'm going to do, and I need your help."

"Not to help me, but to help all the women on Meteor Street... including yourself."

I know now is the time for me to speak up.

"I did, ma'am."

I put away my weak expression and looked at her firmly. My voice was still trembling, but it was no longer timid, but excited: "Madam, let me join your team. I am willing to stay in Liuying Street and protect her." More women!"

Mrs. Guiliu looked at me gently: "I am very grateful and pleased that you said that, Lydia."

"Can you tell me your reason?"

"Yeah!" I nodded vigorously, still shaking with excitement for what she said and what I was going to do next.I calmed down for a while, and then, I told her about my experience.

Those fears I harbored.

"I've always been... very scared." I still spoke tremblingly, feeling overwhelmed and unable to control myself. "I'm terrified that one day I'll also... experience what I see in the mirror."

I clenched my fists and dug my nails into my palms: "It's not far away at all... As long as I can't protect myself one day, things will happen." Just thinking about the atrocities suffered by a young girl is so desperate that one wants to scream.

"This is terrible." I murmured, looking at her vacantly. "When I was in the nursery, the nuns there said my voice would bring disaster, and she taught me to be dumb. I was picked on." I left and saw many children my age tortured to death..."

I blinked, and my eyelashes were wet with tears, "Later I escaped with my companions, but... I know this is not over yet. We are not strong enough, and I will grow up. Before I die, before I die Before I died... I was born a girl." I choked up helplessly.

"Yes, we are born women." Madam Guiliu said slowly.

"I can't accept this kind of thing happening to me, I don't accept it..." I looked at her, stressed almost nervously, and then slowed down my tone: "I used to just think that if something like this happens, I'm going to die! I'm not going to live, I'm dragging them to die together! But now..."

I looked at her full of hope, "Now I find that I can join you." My eyes were calm and determined: "We are all women, this is a natural alliance!"

I looked directly at Mrs. Guiliu, and continued to say: "It's not that I haven't thought of joining other powerful forces before, I know my abilities are very useful! But I can't trust them at all-I'm a girl, but I don't want to pay My body! I am good-looking, but I have no combat power at all," I put aside my cowardly persona, and said gloomily: "Many big men like to tame their subordinates in bed, don't they? Actually, this has nothing to do with men and women, I , Kurolo, Feitan, we all came here like this, the only thing we did wrong was that we were too weak! So we can't give our lives to others..."

"But it's different now!" I looked at her with red eyes, and said incoherently, "Even if you are ready to die, if you can live, who wants to die?! If you can protect me from such a Of course I am willing to work for you!... We are all women, we can trust each other! I help you, no no, I join you, and you protect me!"

I stood there gasping for breath, unable to calm down my excitement for a while.Mrs. Guiliu calmly listened to my venting, reached out her hand and pressed my shoulder comfortingly, and said in an unprecedentedly gentle and intimate tone: "My child, I understand how you feel. We all came here like this. Now everything is over. , stay here, Liuying Street will protect you."

"I won't have nightmares anymore..." I looked at her with tears in my eyes and said blankly.

Mrs. Guiliu's eyes became softer, "No. You are safe, no one can hurt you."

I thought it would be more appropriate now to have a good cry, but I couldn't cry, I just stood there stiffly, with a lump in my throat.

"I'm so proud of you, Lydia." Madam Ghost Willow's voice came from above my head, "You're brave and smart enough to protect yourself. But you push yourself too hard. Now, go back and rest for a while Well, I'll tell you what to do in the afternoon."

I nodded, glanced at her with eyes washed clear by tears, and turned around obediently to leave.

When I walked to the door, Mrs. Guiliu called me, and said slowly from behind: "Lydia, women are inherently weaker than men. If we want to have the power to protect ourselves, we must unite! When you have achieved the goal of protecting yourself After making a wish, help more people realize this wish, and you will find more and get more from it.”

I didn't look back, I looked at the door with calm eyes.

"……I know."

There was already a maid waiting at the door, so I turned around and closed the door for Madam Guiliu, and silently followed the maid back to the previous bedroom.

Mrs. Guiliu's mansion is indeed magnificent, which reflects her impressive strength from the side.The marble floor is bright, and the space is divided into two parts by two opposite spiral staircases, with a huge crystal chandelier hanging in the middle, hanging from the third floor to the first floor.We are on the second floor, the office is at the end of the corridor on the right, and my room is one in the corridor on the left.

The maid closed the door and left, and I was the only one in the empty suite.I shuffled to the bathroom in the bedroom, faced the mirror, and looked at myself in the mirror.

I did not lie.

Looking at myself in the mirror with teary eyes and pale face, I sighed restrainedly.There were tears in the black and white eyes, and the corners of the eyes were red from crying, looking through the mirror, even I felt distressed.

Even in a state of embarrassment, she is still adorable with pear blossoms and rain.

This face is really beautiful, as clear and delicate as a peach blossom, even if it hasn't fully bloomed, it can't hide its beauty.I no longer remember what I was supposed to look like, so this is my face.

It's great to be beautiful, and this is by no means a reason to be hurt.I looked in the mirror, but my expression was cold.Although I vented my sincerity at Mrs. Guiliu, I couldn't understand in my heart that what was really wrong was not beauty, nor gender, but weakness.

It is only natural for such things to be associated with themselves and to be afraid after seeing them.When did you start shaking with fear?Met the perverted pedophile Vinier in the eleventh district, or was he sorted into the group of children who were judged by beauty in the church earlier?I was so persistent in shrinking into Kuroro's arms and wanted him to sleep in his arms. After all, I still had a fear in my heart that I couldn't explain clearly.

I never said this fear of the future even to Kuroro.

After all, these negative emotions can only be thrown at people you don't care about.As for the person you care about, you hope that he is happy every day, and you are happy every day when he sees you.How can there be so many worries and complaints, everyone is together all the time, isn't it very good?

I looked at myself in the mirror, and tears rolled down my eyes.I want Kuroro to hug me now, even if he scolds me, or just sit there and read a book...

If you have no skills, you can't be strong, and if you have no backbone, you can't pretend to be a hero.

Mrs. Guiliu is not easy to deceive, pretending to cooperate, pretending to be submissive, and waiting for an opportunity to escape are things that Kuroro can do well. When it comes to me, I might as well be a bachelor and fool her with my true emotions.

I didn't think about running away unrealistically, and it was right to help her work. The only thing that misled her was that I never thought about giving in, so I definitely didn't really put myself under her command to seek asylum.

What a stupid thing to give up eating because of choking.I would rather hide in Tibet with Kuroro and Fei Tandong, fearful, and be chased and killed by people all over the world like a bereaved dog, than stop to work for others and look at other people's faces.

Freedom, even if it is a dangerous situation soaked in blood and fire, it is still free.

I want to be free.

Anyone who wants to put pressure on my head will tell him to die.

That's the only thing I hide, and that's enough.

The faucet was turned on, and cold tap water gushed out.I slapped the water on my face, washed my face, washed away the tears all over my face, and also washed away the cold, stubborn and surly expression.

I sometimes feel like a desperado at my core, ready to drag others to hell with me.I used to always think that if something like that happened, I would use my words to send bombs from all over the world—it should be enough to blow up the entire Meteor Street.Dirty, sinful, painful, all destroyed in one go.

So strength is the loveliest thing in the world, and crying and despair are the most useless in comparison.If you want to go to hell, at least drag your enemies down with you - it's just that not everyone has the power of revenge, so you have to endure humiliation to survive.

But every time I think about it, I will stop, because it is far from the most desperate moment-if I hadn't stepped on Kuroro's body, how dare I do this?He's here.

When there is concern in the heart, there are scruples, so those who have nothing are the easiest to overwhelm everything, and those whose lives are hanging by a thread like to fight with their lives the most.

I squeezed the bridge of my nose, wiped off the drops of water on my face, and said to myself: Think about it this way, since I came to Meteor Street, this is the first time that Kuroro is really not with me.

It seemed that since our parting I had a more adventurous urge than ever.

This is not a good sign, I grabbed my cheek and told myself, I have to hold on.Pulling the towel next to me and wiping my face, I took one last look at myself in the mirror, turned and walked out expressionlessly.

Don't do impulsive things, Lydia, you have to take yourself seriously, this life is much more important than other people's.I still have to wait for Kuroro to come to me.

When I got out of the bathroom and climbed into bed, I saw the china jar on the bedside table—it was Martha's urn!By the way, March didn't have time to take it away.

I sat on the edge of the bed, stared at the jar for a while, and did not approach it.Death is like a lamp being extinguished. I can still vividly recall Martha's voice and smile, but everything has changed.

Things are wrong.

I fell on my back on the bed, curled up and hugged myself, and closed my eyes.

The author has something to say:

Women are born liars.