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On the third day, Kuroro's food was dry bread without mold.Why is there so much bread on Meteor Street?Maybe this kind of food is easier to preserve.

Probably finally realized that handcuffing Mami all day long and forcing others to appreciate him going to the toilet is an inhumane (God's way) thing, Kuroro untied this useless imprisonment.Now, he's finally free to go to the toilet and pretend he's just reading a book.

"Kurolo, why do you want to leave here?" Mami asked, "I think it's a good choice for you to be king here."

"..." Kuroro was silent for a while, and said: "No one wants to stick to a narrow sky. Meteor Street indeed breeds countless wonderful things, but I am more yearning for the outside world described in the book."

"The mundane world is indeed gorgeous and colorful." Mami said, "But it's not as interesting as you might imagine."

"The book says that there are seven strange beauties in this world. The most attractive of them should be the 'Fiery Red Eyes of the Kuruta Tribe'. It is said that the eyes of this nation have an extremely magnificent fiery red color. But... Kuroro's black eyes moved, and his eyes fell on Mami: "Perhaps those eyes are just rumors. The red eyes... probably are the ones in front of me, so they can be called 'beauty'."

Mami took out a pair of sunglasses and put it on the bridge of her nose, and said, "I'm blind."

Kuroro laughed and said, "Your Highness Zhao Fenghong, don't worry, I don't look like the kind of robber who kills people for the sake of a pair of eyes....Maybe in the future, but not now."

"No, I'm not worried at all." Mami said, "Anyway, I'll be leaving here soon, eh."

On the fourth day, food and water ran out again.Kuroro is out foraging for food—well, from the central streets.The boss in the central area dared not speak out, and glared at the young man, allowing Kuroro to take away water and food in his spare time.This behavior similar to robbers is extremely common in Meteor Street.The laws of the world cannot restrain this place, only power can make the rules of Meteor Street.

Mami asked, "Kurolo, do you have any friends?"

Kuroro pondered for a while, and said, "Of course. But, I'm afraid they will be beaten by His Royal Highness Zhao Fenghong."

Mami: "...do I look like that kind of god?"

Kuroro continued to ponder, and said, "I refuse to answer this question."

Kuroro's friends are young people who have the same intimidating power as him.It is said that they are all people with the ability to read, and their names are strange and unique.When they got together with Kuroro, they looked like a large gang of robbers, and everyone was shocked by what they passed.

The morning of the seventh day came, and Mami leaned impatiently at the door, waiting for Kuroro, who pretended to be "going out to read a book" but didn't know what to do, to come back.Half an hour after Kuroro went out, he finally came back.The moment he opened the door, he was greeted with a lecture on health.

"Krollo, you've been squatting on the toilet for longer and longer. Don't read while you're on the toilet, it's not good for your bowel habits. Hey, human intestinal health is really complicated..."

Kuroro stood at the door and said slowly: "...His Royal Highness Zhao Fenghong, there is something I have wanted to tell you for a long time."

"Say."

"Can you look a little godlike? At least..."

"Pretend you don't need to poop like I do? You're dreaming, Chrollo."

That's the treatment only Uchiha Itachi has!

They Uchiha clan don't need to be near the toilet!It's that good!

"Okay, Kurolo. The seven days will be over soon, and I will grant your wish and take you out of this place that makes me suffocate, faint and scream." Mami pushed her sunglasses and said, "Hey. You You can also bring a few friends—that baby face called Xia Ke, you can also take it along with you."

"No, thank you." Kuroro politely refused: "Now I have changed my mind. I can walk out of Meteor Street on my own, so I don't want to waste my wish on such a place."

"...Then why did you make this wish in the first place?"

"...His Royal Highness Zhao Fenghong, I just wanted to give it a try. The book I picked up from the garbage dump..."

"Okay, you can shut up now, Chrollo."

Mami paused for a while, and said, "Even if you don't plan to leave here, I still have to go. I can't stay in this world that doesn't belong to me forever - the so-called 'history is constant, everything is small', for the gods , It is impossible for a small human being to hold me back."

Chrollo smiled without saying a word.

Mami rambled on for a while, but Kuroro still smiled and said nothing.

Mami shook her shoulders and said, "Hey Kurolo, when you don't discuss philosophy with me, I feel scared when you laugh."

Kuroro said, "It was His Royal Highness Zhao Fenghong who told me to shut up."

Mami: "...You are really obedient, young Kuroro."

Kuroro stood on the broken sofa at the top of the garbage mountain, with a broken radio on his feet, and a doll with moldy velvet cores on his other foot.But in this kind of embarrassing place, the young Kuroro can still maintain a calm posture, the black hair that hasn't been washed for two days is soft and shiny, and a pair of black eyes are full of calculation and scrutiny.

"I remember... According to His Royal Highness Feng Hong, my behavior is no different from that of a robber." Kuroro said, spreading his palms in the air, as if holding a book.He said: "To be honest, I don't think there is anything wrong with thieves. If you like something, you have to get it, and if you have something beautiful, you should rob it. I grew up on Meteor Street, and this is my survival rule."

"When you walk out of Meteor Street, someone will teach you how to behave." Mami nodded.

Kuroro didn't take it seriously, a book suddenly appeared in his hand.The book was extremely heavy, with an old cover.With a slight movement of Kuroro's thumb, the heavy cover was turned up naturally, and the inner pages flicked, and then stayed on a certain page.Holding a book in one hand, he clasped Mami's wrist with the other, like a poor little brother seeking a hug from his sister.

"Before I met you, I should have been a thief. When I saw an ability I liked, I plundered it for my own use." Kuroro placed his middle finger on the back of Mami's hand and said, "For example, this ability. Use the ability to mark yourself on the opponent—"

Mami pulled her hand back from Kuroro's, raised her arm, stared at the black reverse swastika on the back of her hand, and said, "Kuroro, what are you doing?"

The 15-year-old smiled very modestly and politely, looking gentle and harmless: "You must find ways to get good things. This is the only rule enshrined by the robbers who came out of Meteor Street."

"Hey, you mean you want to keep the gods?" Mami pushed the sunglasses and said, "Kurolo, you think too much."

"It's not a delusion to keep the gods." Kurolo said: "It's just a yearning for beautiful things."

"Wake up, Kuroro." Mami said calmly, "At least develop the habit of defecating on time and then think about other things."

"..." Kuroro was silent for a while, then said, "Can you not mention this matter?"

"No."

"..."

The two stood on the stinking garbage pile and faced each other for a while, Mami shook her hands and said, "Hey, let me ask you one last time, do you still want to leave Meteor Street? I can take you wherever you want right now." place."

"No need." Kurolo said, "I'm more inclined to invite you to live here for a while."

"I...I refuse." Mami tugged at her neckline with difficulty: "I will go into shock if I live here."

"Then we can live in the outside world for a while." Kuroro made another opinion.

"I also refuse." Mami said, "I'm going back to see my son. He is six years old and very cute. I miss him very much."

The 15-year-old Ku Luoluo was a little disappointed. He said: "If you really leave here, I'm afraid there will never be such beautiful fiery red eyes in this world. I don't know what I will do... ..."

Kuroro, who has always been calm and polite, rarely showed the expression that a boy of this age should have, like a middle school student who failed an exam, or a child who couldn't get the gift he wanted.This kind of weakness failed to impress Mami, because Mami was already struggling to breathe standing on top of the garbage dump.

The young man's appearance is indeed beautiful and attractive, but the garbage in Meteor Street is so stinky that the gods who are used to chasing after him can't live at all.Even if it's a war in the world...she just lives in the jungle and has no experience with garbage at all.

"Okay." Kuroro smiled: "If His Royal Highness Zhao Fenghong must leave here, I can't stop it. Because I don't have the ability to do anything to the gods. But..." His eyes darkened: "I For those races who also have red eyes... Maybe they won't let go so easily. That must not be the scene that the gods who protect the world want to see?"

Mami was stunned for a while, thinking over the meaning of Kuroro's words.After a long time, she replied calmly: "You are wrong, Kuroro. I have always been on the sidelines when it comes to human affairs. The overthrow of a group must not be due to one thing or one person, but must be due to a long time. Weakness or stupidity since then—that is the reason that conforms to the historical trajectory. The destruction of a group cannot be violated and manipulated by one person alone. Those who try to fight against the torrent of the world are foolish."

Mami stopped her own words and reminded herself not to babble endlessly.She coughed and said, "Then I'm leaving, Kurollo."

"I'll really do that." The black-haired boy stepped on the broken radio under his feet, speaking loudly and full of momentum.

"You won't." Mami said, "Because after I leave, you will forget my existence."

Kuroro's expression froze, his eyebrows frowned, and he said in his mouth, "Are you sure you will forget?"

After he muttered these words, there was a gust of wind on Meteor Street.The wind was mixed with a musty and sour stench, and a pile of white plastic paper was blown head-on. The waste paper and foam boxes in the ground were also blown by the wind and rolled in small circles.Kuroro stood at the top of the garbage mountain in a daze, looking around the empty surroundings.

"Just now... who was I talking to?"

The author has something to say: I can finally happily go back to Hokage to flirt with Brother Itachi