[Hunter] talking nonsense

Christo wrapped his left hand at a strange angle with a tattered coat and a simple splint made of two branches, and lay flat on the top of the train. His consciousness was forcibly pulled back to reality by the raging pain again, and his eyes were blinded by the sunlight. .

The blood on the corners of her mouth and forehead had dried up, and she didn't want to move, spread out like a blanket that had been thrown into a garbage dump.Dirty all over, she thought about the street that seemed to have been hit by a meteorite, and felt that she might have caused trouble for Ma Ji again. Because of the near-absolute loss of mental power after the battle, she had already started to replenish madly.

She struggled to turn over and stop facing the sun, but grinned for a moment because it affected other wounds.

The rumbling sound of the train and the whistling wind made her ears ring, and the sun's too strong light also made her dizzy.

The cell phone was damaged during the battle. In order to escape from the battlefield and hunt down Albert, who was determined to die, while ensuring that she would not be in a desperate situation, she jumped on a passing train after severely injuring the opponent.

"I can't kill it yet..." She opened her right hand and held it a few times, then held it up in the sunlight, and the sunlight shining through her fingers was projected on her face.She murmured something.This hand accurately held Jackdaw's heart during the battle that just passed. She could feel the regular beating, and she didn't panic at all because of dying.

Jackdaw's mind ability - double kill.Designate one person, and set the time limit by yourself. As long as the designated person has the intention to kill the caster, the damage will also be projected on the designated person at the moment of killing the killer.In other words, you kill me, the two of us die together, and die together. He is Shi.

And, unfortunately, Christo was the designated person—for life.

She thought of the heart in her hands, whether it was her own or someone else's, and the terrible feeling of intense pain and fear engulfing her whole body gave a wry smile.

"Holding my heart by myself is really not an experience that ordinary people would have." With a long sigh, she climbed up from the top of the train, took a rough look at the surrounding scenery and estimated where it might be before jumping off roof.

The doctor in the small town saw this wounded man but waved his hands foolishly and smiled and said, "Ah ha ha, if you're not busy, why don't you take a look at me." Concerned, he fell straight towards himself.

The old doctor felt that his old bones and his old heart were going to be frightened mad.

After a good night's sleep, Christo found that his left hand had been well splinted, and when some serious wounds were well bandaged, he knew that he had made the right bet.It may be that I slept from day to night, and calculated the degree of recovery, the moon outside the window and other factors, and it is about three o'clock in the evening.She searched all over her body and found no cash, and when she was worrying about how to give the money, she suddenly thought that she would give others something more useful than before—such as calling good people safe in life.

She took advantage of the night to quickly leave the town, walked to the railroad track and sat down, waiting for the passing train to give herself a ride.

Sitting alone in the night wind, there is no other light source except the moonlight.

As if abandoned by the world.

"What, I start to feel sad when I'm alone. Have I stepped into the old woman mode who will start memory killing at any time?" She rubbed her hair.

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Christo was overthrown, rolled over from the throne and fell down with a bloody head.Banished by those once loyal followers, spurned by the famous ladies who laughed at Yanyan in the past, the little queen became an exile overnight.

She told over and over again that she did not kill James, and that James' death had nothing to do with her.The testimonies were treated as sophistry, and people covered their ears with their hands and screamed accusations of violence against her, screaming and throwing stones at her, one of which hit her on the forehead, and she staggered and fell to the ground, covering her hands On the forehead, I felt a hand gushing bright red sticky.

Rumors spread all at once, first by children, then by adults.Everyone whispered, looked her up and down unabashedly, then snorted vigorously with their noses as if trying to save their lives, and waved her away like a fly.

No one paid any attention to the cause of James' death and whether the murderer was arrested, as if the little girl killed the little boy who was arguing with her viciously with a sharp knife in her hand.

She threw herself into her mother's arms with tears in her eyes, while her father pushed the troublemakers out of the door and closed the door.She covered her ears tightly, pretending she couldn't hear the shrill shouts and slamming doors.

Embrace the guilt.

She possesses precious gems that others do not have. Countless people are eyeing the throne covetously. Once they grasp the handle, they will spare no effort to lift the person on the throne off the throne—even if she cannot be the one who is different, then let the one who is different from the others. What is different becomes inferior to oneself.

The window was smashed by the stones thrown in, and the night wind was blowing in and it was a bit cold.Dad walked over and closed the curtains, shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed: "Now the fireflies can also visit our house."

Mom hasn't gone out to work very much recently, and stays at home with Christo.When asked, "Is it okay not to go to work?", she always tapped her forehead lightly, and said, "It's okay. Mom wants to be lazy when I can finally take a vacation like this." Strands of hair hung behind the ears, the white hairs stinging in Christo's eyes.

She didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, didn't dare to walk on the street with her head up, and didn't dare to face the tired but gentle eyes of her parents, but she was no longer afraid of those accusing voices.

"I didn't do it, it wasn't me. Believe it or not." She lowered her head and her voice was low. Although the hands behind her back trembled, she didn't flinch at all.

The murderer who killed James has been caught, but no one cares about this fact. Everyone still accuses Christo in a swarm, which makes the child very puzzled.Obviously the matter has been resolved, why do you want to hold on to this innocent person?

The world of children is black and white, right and wrong are very clear.But because of this, it is also more susceptible to the rendering of other colors.

The first rumor spreaders were children, and the recipients were their parents.After learning that the incident has been resolved, the roles are reversed.From the original "Mom and Dad, listen to me that Christo is a little witch!" to "I heard from my father/mom that although James was not killed by her own hands, she cast a curse on James!"

It's just that no one is struggling with the authenticity of these vicious words. Perhaps it is a happy and very fashionable thing to bully an unpopular child and her parents. The Christopher family is intensifying. During the denunciation, he gradually became the public enemy of the town.Anyone who has nothing to do can dump garbage at the door of their house, smash the windows of their house with stones, and abuse everyone in the house with foul language.

Dad was shaking with anger. He picked up the wrench in the toolbox and wanted to rush out, but his mother grabbed his arm: "Stop causing trouble, isn't our family's life hard enough?"

However, can it really solve the problem just by pretending to endure it?

I have abilities that others don't have, so I should accept being cast aside as a matter of course?

Should innocent parents and myself be humiliated like this?

Christo looked at the sobbing mother and the father who put the wrench back into the toolbox with a sigh, and had such doubts for the first time.

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The whistle of the train came from afar, and the sharp sound made Christo frowned and covered his ears with one hand.

The left hand no longer hurts. Although it is still not as flexible as before and cannot bear weight, it is no longer a hindrance.She closed her eyes and felt the state of her mental energy reserves, everything was fine.

When the train roared past, she ran along with the car, grabbed the bump on the car and swung herself up vigorously. In just a split second, she had already appeared on the roof of the car.

"Actually, I should have something to eat before leaving." Lying flat on the hard and cold iron sheet, her hair blown by the wind flying around, she smacked her lips in dissatisfaction, and pressed her shriveled belly with one hand: "Ah very hungry."

Not ordinary hunger, so hungry that her eyes were a little dizzy.I feel that if I don’t control it in this state, I will chop up this section of train skin and eat it_(:з)∠)_

Hungry people are generally extremely sensitive to scents, especially food scents. For example, Christo sniffed his nose twice to confirm that his sensitive sense of smell did not deceive him, then turned around and looked around to confirm the scent Immediately after rooting the root, he started running on the top of the train.She swiftly slipped through an open window into the public lounge of the VIP car, and landed lightly like a cat, because it was already midnight, and the group of gentlemen and wives had already fallen asleep.

She saw a person sitting on a soft one-seater sofa in the shadows, with his legs crossed, stirring a drink that was steaming and cocoa-scented.

Oh, there is also a cake that exudes a unique creamy sweet taste next to it.