[Hunter] Mrs. Hachama

Nothing stays the same.

Rita must know this better than I do.

A spoiled and spoiled young lady from a rich family was abandoned to Meteor Street overnight.Maybe when she was thrown on the trash heap, she deeply realized that from now on, all the money and jewelry servants have nothing to do with her, and all she has is herself.But how small she is, if she doesn't change, there will probably be nothing left.

So it took her a few years to adapt to the life on Meteor Street and became the top card of "Sweet Honey", and she did well.And from time to time, I used the love letters I received as a model for me to learn when I was a child.

Those love letters made me deeply aware of the difference between people, one is as simple and straightforward as "follow me and have meat to eat", while the other is as simple and practical as "your pair of smart eyes are full of girlish innocence and tenderness". The eyes that have gone through the vicissitudes of the world make me sink deeply." Bullshit pretentious art.

But Rita just smiled lightly after reading it, turned around and threw it to me to read, and even wiped her buttocks when she ran out of tissues.

Most of the time these men's compliments don't even count as farts. Who knows what these compliments will become the next day, so she has never been someone's woman, but this has always required a time limit, and that limit is when I leave Before sweet honey.

I really don't understand, how did the legendary master please her? I don't believe that she took the risk because she needed to find a way out. Rita herself despises such things.

But now there is no answer.

I found a rag and wrapped Rita's body up, and Nobunaga turned around thoughtfully.

"Where is Nobunaga's cemetery?" I asked.

"Over there in the [-]th district." Nobunaga replied.

I carefully picked up Rita's body and walked towards District [-].Nobunaga followed, but he didn't speak, and there was no need to speak.

The cemetery is quiet, and countless tombstones stand there quietly.I randomly found an empty space to bury the body, and Nobunaga moved a big stone for me and stood it there.

But what is there to write on such a big stone?

I hesitated for a while, and finally only engraved two words - Rita.

The word Rita stands alone on this tall tombstone, which proudly overlooks the cemetery.

Nobunaga patted me on the shoulder, I nodded, and glanced at the two crooked melons at the top, feeling annoyed for the first time that I didn't practice my calligraphy well.

Nobunaga and I walked towards the sunset in silence, the shadows stretched very, very long.

We had a mission to go out that day, and we completed it, but we were fined a dinner because we came back too late.Nobunaga looked at Fodoro who was going away, and touched his knife.I didn't care about him, but walked up to Kuroro. There was no opening statement, and I didn't need to explain anything. I just said something straightforward:

"I'll join."

I always said that the corpses should be disposed of properly. Leaving them on the garbage dump will not only affect the appearance of the city, but also easily attract enemies.

■

Kuroro finally confesses all his motives.

All these are as mentioned above, Kuroro is very interested in killing one of the forces, and is very interested in the mind ability of the head of the eighth district. He wants to take away the other party's ability, and of course he also wants to remove our mind ability.If we don't do this, we can't attack any of the official members of the eighth area here, and once we attack, we will die.

Apart from intelligence, the most important thing for him now is to have a chance to contact the head of the eighth district. This guy hides very tightly, otherwise we will call him the legendary master after he has been here for nearly a year.

There are only two ways, one is to talk to Fodoro, and the other is to become an internal member, and perhaps gain the trust of the head of the eighth district.

We all looked up at Nobunaga, the most trusted among us, Fodoro.

Nobunaga shuddered for a while: "Don't you..."

"This is probably the so-called blessing in disguise." I said.It is because of Fodoro's contempt that Nobunaga has become what he is today, and this kind of Nobunaga can gain Fodoro's trust.

"I think you should be the main force this time, Nobunaga." Kurollo said.

"You have to work hard." Wojin patted Nobunaga's shoulder.

After completely ignoring Nobunaga's protest, Kuroro and I started discussing how to quickly win Fodoro's favor and successfully become an insider.

The main thing is to show a loyal look and work diligently, and occasionally speak hard to show your reluctance to admit defeat, don't be courteous directly, and look glib.There are so many reinforcement systems in this world.

Nobunaga complied, and occasionally exceeded his quota.

It takes great stamina and patience to do big things, and we waited a year for this opportunity.

Christmas a year later.There is no childish party this year, but there is an important thing. All the forces of the Council of Elders gathered together to celebrate the [-]th anniversary of the establishment of Meteor Street (counting from the recorded information).This nominal face is big enough, so all the forces came back to participate, and this is also the best and possibly the only time to meet all the eighth district chiefs.

The bodyguard to bring must be the kind of strong and loyal person.

In addition to the internal members of the eighth district, Nobunaga and I were also selected.Nobunaga was not surprised, but I was a little surprised when I was picked.Although the four of us have been working hard to win Fudoro's favor this year, it is obvious that Fudoro prefers Nobunaga, and even Fudoro can't pronounce my name well, so he actually let me participate? !

Afraid of losing this opportunity, I didn't dare to ask more questions, and thanked Fodoro sincerely.After relaying everything to Kuroro, Kuroro just frowned.

"Be careful."

I nodded and began to discuss what to do at that time.

Forgot to mention, the head of District No.11 intends to take the disguised Kuroro there, obviously wanting to promote and win over Kuroro.The most depressing thing left is probably Wojin, who doesn’t have to do anything. Out of consideration, Kuroro still gave Wojin a very important task-to cover him up and prevent others from finding out that he was missing.

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I put on a very cool suit that day, and suddenly felt very imposing.But Nobunaga is very strange when he puts on a knife, just like a sloppy monkey trying to pretend to be a human, but no matter in terms of steps or posture, it is just a monkey.

After telling Nobunaga how I felt, this guy gave me a chestnut.

I touched the small bag on my head, and I really felt that Nobunaga was getting stronger.

Seeing Fodoro, we became serious again and followed him and various bodyguards to the celebration venue.The meeting place was in the center of Meteor Street. The center of Meteor Street was not at the same level as the fringe areas of District [-]. They were almost all streets, with occasional mountains of garbage.

An inexplicable feeling rose in my heart as a countryman entering the city.

With a sense of sacredness and trembling hands, I finally saw the head of the eighth district.

A gorilla too bloated to move.

I lowered my head, my bangs blocked my eyes, and I held my right hand tightly with my left hand, fearing that if I got angry, I would rush up and kill him.

Nobunaga was also standing next to me, looking at everyone on the court.

We are bodyguards, but not personal bodyguards. We can only stand nearby and watch them.

Nobunaga tugged my sleeve, and following the direction in which he tugged his sleeve, I spotted Kuroro.The corner of his mouth twitched, and he lowered his head again.

His look is too killer, with green hair dyed and a pair of three or four centimeters long piercing, wearing a pair of red contact lenses, freckles around the nose, but wearing a formal suit.If Nobunaga is a monkey pretending to be a man, Kuroro is a bird that has lost its hair and inserts the peacock's fur into itself.

This feeling makes me smile.

Then I saw Kuroro shirtless and in a fur coat and I finally realized how hopeless this guy's dress sense is.

However, at this time, I just naively thought that this was just a plot need.

I looked up at the clock and asked, "How much?"

"Eight is really an auspicious number." Nobunaga replied.

The guy next to Kuroro should be the head of District No.11, and he has already given eight glasses of wine to the head of District [-].This fat, bloated guy doesn't drink very much, his face is red now, and he will feel like going to the toilet to throw up soon.

when--

The pendulum clock rang, it was 11:30.

The head of the eleventh district kept pouring alcohol on the head of the eighth district with aggressive methods, and the footsteps of the head of the eighth district began to float a little, and the red had already spread from his face to his ears.He began to mutter some words that no one could understand, and occasionally he couldn't catch the words of the head of the eleventh district.Fudoruo could only support him, not daring to refuse the drink.

At [-]:[-], the head of the eighth district kept blinking his eyes, as if he was trying to break free from something, and his mind was a little confused.I once again resorted to what Kuroro called "exaggerated" acting skills, clutching my stomach and saying that I was going to the bathroom.

At 45:[-], I heard heavy footsteps in the women's room, and there was a more steady step in the direction of the men's room.Fodoro is inseparable.

At 46:[-], I heard the sound of closing the door, walked out of the women's room, and saw Fodoro waiting at the door of the men's room.I secretly gave him a thumbs up in my heart, but I didn't guard the door of the cubicle.

At eleven forty-eight I went up to Fodoro, and with one of the flattering smiles he hated most, I began to chat with him dead-facedly.

At 49:[-], Kuroro went to the toilet. Fudoro glanced at it, and then looked away.I know that head-to-head Kuroro is definitely not enough to fight Fodoro. Even if Kuroro wants to plot against the chief of the eighth district, it will take a few tenths of a second for him to rush in and stop him.

At 55:[-], I finished talking about all the topics I had prepared, and finally decided to use the ultimate ultimate move, ambiguously mentioning a room number.Fodoro finally got angry and knocked me to the ground, and stepped on my face.

"I don't even look at who I am. A guy like you still wants to climb high. You should be grateful to the district chief for giving you the opportunity to come!"

What does the last sentence mean? !

No time to ponder.What I have to do is to delay as long as possible.

"I... I am..."

His face was stepped on by this guy, and his words leaked out.

At this time, Kuroro came out without any concern, whistling and in a happy mood.

Ability at hand.

I squinted at Fodoro.

dang dang-

When the twelve o'clock bell rang, the princess turned back into Cinderella again.

■

In order to prevent the head of the eighth district from knowing that he can no longer use his mind ability, we must make a quick decision.

After the party, we headed back to the [-]th arrondissement.

Nobunaga and I had already memorized the topographic map of the eighth district chief's site, and we walked to the eighth district chief's room with ease.We passed unimpeded until we walked to the room and knocked on the door before Kurolo opened the door.

There are only three people in it, and I only know Kuroro.The other two should be from the [-]th District. In order to prevent the guys from the [-]th District from turning their heads and denying them, Kuroro asked Nobunaga and me to support him. As for Wojin, he is recharging his energy for tomorrow's big battle.

We nodded to each other as a greeting.

Since the ability of the head of the eighth district is still effective on us, Nobunaga and I can only watch quietly, watching the little man covering his face peeling his nails, and asking about the information about the eighth district.

At this time, Kuroro was not idle, and explained to us this guy's ability to read.

The mind ability of the head of the eighth district is called restriction, and the effect is exactly as its name suggests.But the activation process is a bit cumbersome. First, you have to tell the third party the content of the restriction, and then visualize it in kind, such as bullets, bread, etc., and then use it by others to take effect.I can't use this kind of material to limit others.If you want to cancel this restriction, you have to issue an opposite command, and use this real thing against yourself.

Tsk tsk, what an annoying ability.

Moreover, this damn guy can't even use the ability to use his mind, how can he get rid of it.

I gouged Kurolo out.

Kuroro understood what I was thinking, and continued to explain: "I was relieved when I was in the toilet."

"What kind of object did he use on himself?" Nobunaga was a little curious.

Kuroro laughed a little unfathomably: "He's probably so drunk that he thinks shit is a durian cake."

My stomach turned a little bit, and I couldn't bear to look at the fat man who endured the severe pain and looked at Kuroro angrily.

At this time, Kuroro's voice sounded again: "Forget it, Feitan, let Pike come if he doesn't say anything."

It was said that a girl with a hooked nose and a big chest put her hand on the shoulder of the District Chief of the Eighth District and asked, "Is there any important or ulterior information in the Eighth District?"

Two seconds later, Kuroro took a bullet from the hook-nosed girl.

The corners of Kuroro's mouth twitched.

I understood something, and asked hesitantly, "That... can you send me a message too?"

■

I seldom watch the sunrise on Meteor Street. What I watch most is the sunset on Meteor Street. Sometimes it is breathtakingly beautiful, and sometimes it is unsatisfactory.

The sunrise is not so thrilling.

It started off with just a little fuzzy orange glow, smudged out of the trash around it.Then slowly climbed up, the clouds around the sun were a little bit orange, and the clouds a little farther away were all white, and the clouds were a bit thick, and only a little bit of blue could be seen.

The last time Rita explained the picture book to me when I watched the sunrise, there was a sentence in it: "My ideal person is a hero of the world, and one day he will step on clouds of seven colors to welcome me."

The rainbow appears after the rain, and from here to there, the seven-color clouds should appear in the morning or sunset.

I got up early that day, and waited until it was dark before dawn, but there were no clouds of seven colors. Only Rita came to me and said, go back to sleep, you are too young, your hero is waiting for you to grow taller big.

I've always kind of resented her.

Obviously she was the one who insisted on giving birth to me, but she left me uninterested and didn't take much care of me. Even the warm memories with her were only fragmentary.

I always thought that I should be like this when I was born on Meteor Street, and I never dared to look her in the eyes.Although I know I can read someone's mind when I look them in the eye.

I have never admitted that when I ran into Rita in the toilet that day, she said in her heart——

Weijia should not be just like this.

I forced myself to ignore the voice, thinking that she only agreed to the mayor of the eighth district to find a way for herself, but Pike's bullet has proved everything.

There is no reliable way out for Rita at all, she just doesn't want me to see her down and out, so she asked me to quit my job as a bodyguard to practice.The mayor of the Eighth District met Rita by accident that day, and she was attracted to her on purpose because she knew that I was working for him in the Eighth District.

Rita's condition is very simple, to promote Wei Jia.

The mayor of the eighth district is indeed a man of his word, and he asked me to go by name at this party.But if he's nimble and careful not to let me find Rita's body, I'll be grateful to Dade.

But no but.

I gave him a knife, although I couldn't completely solve the hatred in my heart, but because he kept his word, I gave him a happy death.

"Wei Jia."

I rolled my eyes and saw Nobunaga, he jumped onto the rubbish mountain: "Wei Jia, why do you like fighting so much..."

A smell of blood came to my nostrils, and I looked at Nobunaga who had only spoken half of the sentence with some doubts, and found that my vision was hazy, and all the scenes were fainted.

My face is wet.

Nobunaga didn't say anything, just sat beside me and watched the sunrise together.Just like that time Wo Jin accompanied Nobunaga.

The sunrise seems to be stretched infinitely, and the sun will never go to the end.

We bathed in the morning light and sat silently.

My ideal person is a hero of the world, one day he stepped on the garbage dump and sat next to me quietly, watching the sunrise with me.

The author has something to say: Wei Jia: "That... can you send it to me too?"

Parker: "Okay."

A real bullet hit right between the eyebrows.

End of the full text.

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In order to try to explain clearly at 04:44:44, the first time I coded so late, my head was a little dizzy.

If nothing else, the next chapter will end.

☆, finale

"So your scar was also left at that time?" Ananda asked.

I nod.After all, you can't do nothing.

In view of the fact that I severely injured Annada, in order to express my apology, I decided to send Anada back to the eighth district.

"But according to what you said, didn't Kuroro meet the head of District No.11?" Annada raised an eyebrow.

"As an excellent intelligence hunter, I don't think Miss Annada doesn't know the truth." I replied with a smile.

There is nothing wrong with the mayor of District 11's love to hide, but the mayor of District No. 11 is even better at hiding. I think few people know that the current Mayor of District No. [-] is just a puppet, but the real one is someone else.No matter how Kuroro checked, he couldn't find it out, so he turned to others in desperation.

But these are none of my business, just leave the rest to Kuroro.But what to do next?Suddenly, life feels empty and lonely.

I sighed.

"You...don't want to kill me now." After a moment of silence, Ananda finally couldn't bear the loneliness and asked a question.

"Do you like to die so much?" I glared at her.

"Hahaha of course not, such a silent atmosphere just embarrasses me." Annada scratched her head.

I was silent for a while, and then answered after a long time: "If I really wanted to kill you, you wouldn't say such a thing. I beat you seriously because it was so fun to kill your father back then, so that he didn't have too much trouble. Died in pain. I regret it now, just venting."

From the moment she came to me to lead the way, I knew that she did it on purpose.

Most of those who can restrain themselves are scheming whores, such as Kuroro, who bought Nobunaga's heart; Annada also, she bought my heart.

I hate scheming whores, and I hate the original district chief, but I admire her.

So I don't want to kill her.

What's more, it doesn't make any sense to vent your anger. If you want revenge, you should have recovered a year ago. The guy who killed Rita has already been in hell.When Rita did this, she knew what would happen to her.

Death is a big deal, but not a big deal.One person is dead, there are thousands of people on Meteor Street, but there is only one Rita.

When I was in the cemetery, I just acted on a whim, but now I have calmed down a bit. Thinking about it carefully, Rita has been dead for so long, and I have avenged all the revenge that should be avenged, and there is nothing I can't bear.

There is indeed only one Rita, but everyone dies, especially on Meteor Street, where death is more common.In my future life, I will need many people. Some of them are just passing by, some of them are with me for a while, some of them are stationed in my heart, and some of them have hatred against me. I will be happy, angry, sad, and discouraged , But in the end we still have to return to calm, accept reality, and move on to a new life.

Now that Rita has drifted away, I should also let go and see a new life.

"Goodbye, just leave the affairs of District [-] to Nobunaga and Wo Jin, and you just need to contact Kuroro, and I won't get involved." I waved my hand.

With a smile on her face, Annada raised her arms like a little girl and swung them vigorously until she couldn't see me.

I always thought she was the 17-year-old.

■

With nothing to do, I went to a shop and wanted to buy a bottle of wine to solve my empty and lonely life.Life is always full of coincidences, and I actually saw Nobunaga.

He was arguing with the shopkeeper, which was actually a unilateral suppression.

The shopkeeper hesitated and asked for money, but Nobunaga didn't give it any expression, he just raised an eyebrow, and the shopkeeper's momentum weakened, not only didn't even want the money, but also put a smile on his face.

It's not going to make a fuss at all.

I pouted and walked over.

"Just right, I'll take another bottle of wine by the way."

"This alcohol is very low in alcohol content and not very tasty." Nobunaga reminded.

"I just want to indulge myself but also want to maintain image and sanity."

"... Whatever you want, by the way, why are you here?"

"Send Annada back, and then I wandered here when I was bored, and what about Wojin?"

"You want to see him that much?" Nobunaga asked a little jealously.

"No, I just think you two are as inseparable as twin brothers most of the time, and I'm surprised you're not together." I was also jealous.

"He went to fight and I want to rest."

……

Completely ignoring the shopkeeper’s protest, we kept talking to ourselves, and finally decided to find a place for entertainment. Of course, the wine was ready. Before leaving, Nobunaga said that the wine here is not bad in Meteor Street. Will come again next time.

I think the shopkeeper must be crying without tears, he doesn't have to do business anymore.

■

Fudoruo is an admirable person. Although he stepped on my face, it is undeniable that without his provocation, insult, trustworthiness, and appreciation, there would be no Nobunaga today.

While I was watching Chaoyang, Nobunaga confronted Fodoro like a real man.

I don't know how violent the struggle was, but I know that Fodoro died proudly.Born as a person in the eighth district, and died as a ghost in the eighth district.

General Nobunaga did not bury him in the large cemetery in the [-]th district, but buried him in his home - he lived near the building of the former head of the [-]th district. under the tree.

Nobunaga did not set up a tombstone in order not to be discovered while digging the grave.

So every year there would be a strange phenomenon - a man with a high bun who looked very spoiled poured wine by the side of a dead tree, drinking while pouring, but with a blank expression on his face.

This year, there is only one more girl with a scar who behaves equally weirdly.

Nobunaga has made great progress, he has already tied with me.

"If this goes on, you're going to overtake me." I sighed.

"Isn't this what it should be?" Nobunaga looked straight into my eyes.

I was choked by him, my face was a little hot, and I took a while to answer: "Women in Meteor Street are relatively independent."

"That's totally two different things." It was rare for Nobunaga to stare at me so seriously.

I suddenly regretted telling him that my ability is to look into other people's eyes and know what they think. Can't this guy just say it outright?

But it would be embarrassing for both of us,

I turned my head and looked into the distance.The sky was high and cloudless, and the sun was not visible in the eastern sky, and it was slowly setting in the west.

"If... If you change your surname, I will think about it." I finally summoned up the courage to speak.

"...The stalk from so long ago is about to rot, why do you still pull it out?" Nobunaga choked.

"The meme is not important, the important thing is that it is useful." I quibbled.

The atmosphere relaxed a little, but then cooled down because of our silence.

A row of wild geese flew by, patted in a herringbone shape, and flew to a distance that we couldn't touch.Autumn is here.

Nobunaga suddenly broke the silence: "Wei Jia, would you... Would you like to go out to Meteor Street with Nobunaga Hachama?"

Look at the luck of getting married, and didn't I tell you to change your surname?I complained in my heart, but pretended to look at the same place as him inadvertently.

This time, what I saw was no longer the uneven and obviously garbage horizon, but a straight and smooth horizon that heralded the distance and the future.

The days are long, I don't want to be shackled to this little Meteor Street, I think, I want to go out and have a look.

With Nobunaga.

"Okay."

I hear myself laughing.

END

The author has something to say: I finally finished writing, and I actually wrote more than 3 words from August 26th to August [-]th.It is indeed slow enough.

The feeling of not writing an outline is amazing. When I was writing this chapter, I had no idea what to write in the next chapter. For example, in Chapter 5, I wanted Kuroro to appear on the stage, but when I was writing, I suddenly thought of Kubi, so I added it Go up and push Kurolo back a chapter.

It was originally planned to end in three to six chapters, but it turned out to be eleven chapters == beyond my expectations.So there is too much instability in not writing an outline, and it is too insecure.Originally, when I wrote Chapter 10, I wanted to develop it into a long story, but after thinking about it carefully, I don’t have time to update it when I go to school, so it’s easy to get stuck, so I still think about it. o(╯□╰)o

I have always felt that I did not grasp the character of those characters, such as Nobunaga Kuroro, etc. Now I really admire those fan authors, how can I write them so alike!I dare not watch "Big River" (Nobunaga's colleague) until it's over.I have always felt that my emotional drama and portrayal of characters are not in place.

To those little angels who spoke well and wrote well, I really thank you for your comments. At the same time, I feel a little guilty that this is a short story, and it will be over when you read it.

I am planning to write a novel about a hunter, but the opening time is far away. Interested students can bookmark my column and wait for me to open the opening. Again, the opening time is far away.

Also, I should write a story about Ananda to explain District No.11, but it's hard to say when.First of all, I have to finish my summer homework =v=, prepare school supplies, recite the vocabulary (I owe a lot of days orz) and so on.

Maybe I don’t write if I’m upset...

Put the lid on the pot and run away.