[Hunter] Mrs. Hachama

August [-]th, [-]th, [-]th.

I picked up an oil-based pen and made a cross to Seventeen. Today is NO.18.

I found a hair tie to tie up my long light gray hair, and finally decided to stick to my idea three years ago—to find a barber shop.Otherwise, Nobunaga will ask me again if I want to wear a bun like him.

I sigh, he's an idiot.

There are still endless mountains of garbage in the distance, but all I see are relatively clean streets.Yesterday when I passed someone's house, I heard a female voice on the radio, reporting financial news with great affection.

"Nowadays, the global economy is developing rapidly and the global economy is gradually integrating. We are moving towards a bright future!"

Tsk tsk, the global economy has developed, which has just driven the development of Meteor Street. Now people with conditions in Meteor Street can watch TV, although it is still wired.Bored guys can also come to Meteor Street to watch the famous garbage mountain and twisted customs.

Of course, the last sentence is not my original words, but the woman in front of me.She is about 25, with fiery red wavy hair, wearing a camisole and shorts, bright eyes, a kind of arrogance that cannot be ignored, and most importantly, she has big breasts.

I really don't mind my small breasts, but the other party is far beyond the range of normal people, so I have to notice.I don't know if it's because people outside eat better, but why is Pike's breasts so big?

"Hello, do you know how to get to District [-]?" The other party looked very arrogant, but when he spoke, he restrained his arrogance and changed to a very polite tone.

I still prefer to deal with such people, although such people are usually smarter and calculating - such as Kuroro.

"I just want to take you there when I'm free?" It's rare for me to show my kindness to others.

"Okay." The other party was not shy.

The other party is also very good at reciprocating, and she basically answers all the questions I am interested in.After going back and forth like this, I probably know the purpose of her coming here.She is a travel hunter, she is bored and has nothing to do to run around, determined to go to every corner of the world, this time she came to Meteor Street.

...It's really as ambitious as Nobunaga wants to practice the world's best swordsmanship.

I smiled slightly to express my encouragement to her.

"But why don't you go in the middle?" I asked casually.After all, wandering around in the fringes of District [-] and District [-] is not very fun. If you want to experience life, don't take it seriously.

When the other party heard my question, his smiling face finally collapsed: "I heard that the closer you are to the center, the more powerful you are."

I didn't explain too much: "That's true."

We walked towards the [-]th district at a leisurely pace and with the nature of an eighth woman.

What, you said about the haircut?Forget it, wait until Nobunaga gets smarter.

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Walking in Meteor Street is full of food. I just happened to eat a plate of pork knuckle before going out, and the tourist hunter opposite me was disgusted and full of corpses as soon as he landed.

"I thought a well-informed person like you wouldn't be afraid of these things," I said.

"What do you mean by looks! And this is a matter of frequency, of course you won't feel disgusted if you see it every day." The tourist hunter retorted angrily, without the arrogance when she didn't speak at all. It seems that she is only 17 years old now, and I'm the 25-year-old guy.

"Of course I don't see her every day." I suddenly wanted to be serious and looked into her eyes. "If I really saw her every day, there wouldn't be the official statistics that say there are 800 million people."

What the tourist hunter saw was a fight between two big gangs.The head of the eighth district died, the group had no leader, and the council of elders hadn't sent someone to take over yet. Every guy in the eighth district wanted to have more of those sites, so that the future head of the eighth district could see his face and threaten him. .

"No one likes to kill people casually unless they have a special hobby." I said word by word.

I really want to clarify something, I want to tell her that Meteor Street is not like this.There are companions, children, and joy here, although there is also death, leaving all the external environment aside, Meteor Street is just a place where human beings thrive and thrive.

But thinking about it again, Meteor Street is so big, what I see is only a handful, there are a thousand Meteor Streets for a thousand people, so what am I talking about?

So I smiled wryly, then closed my mouth.

The tourist hunter was also sensible and changed the subject: "Are there any specialties in Meteor Street? I want to bring some back to my friend."

I thought about it, then pointed to myself, and then to the mountains of rubbish.

"Eh? What do you mean? The specialty is that people are like garbage?" The tourist hunter didn't respond.

"...No," I twitched the corner of my mouth, "The specialties are talent and rubbish, you can pick whatever you want and go back."

"Pfft...can I take you back?" the other party joked.

"You can try it." I also replied jokingly.

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After walking around the garbage mountain for a long time, I stopped, pointed to the scenery that was almost the same as the eighth district, and said, "Here we are."

"Eh?!" The other party looked unbelievable, "How do you know?"

My 17 years of life have been wandering in District 12 and District No. [-]. I don't know how.I was a little speechless, but I didn't speak to explain. Instead, I searched around, and finally saw a rusty sign dumped in the garbage.

I stood it up, and the writing has long been blurred under the erosion of acid rain for many years.I translated to this tourist hunter: "Welcome to District [-]."

The tourist hunter leaned over and put his face on it, only to admit that this is really the twelfth district.

I waved her goodbye afterward.The twelfth district has arrived, so I won't continue to give free favors.

The other party looked at me with a little disappointment: "Hey, you just left, I thought we had become friends all the way here."

I suddenly found it funny: "When you're not talking, you look like an extremely arrogant lady, but when you speak, you're a young girl in adolescence. Anyway, you're just here for a trip, so why do you know so much?"

"I want to try it." The tourist hunter shrugged, "It would be cool to make friends with people from Meteor Street, and I like you."

But not everyone can make friends, some friends will kill you.

At first, I wanted to mock her like this, but then I thought about it, isn't Nobunaga the kind of guy who catches the eye and immediately pulls her into a partner?I couldn't bear it in my heart, and the words that came out of my mouth were abruptly changed into:

"My name is Weijia."

The other party's disappointed pupils quickly filled with joy and surprise.

"Ananda."

After 10 minutes, I regretted my soft-heartedness and made a big mistake.

Originally, on a good day like NO.18 to rest, I had to go out to cut my hair. I met an outsider and kindly sent her to show her the way, and finally became friends.So this day off has naturally become "Vija's day as a tour guide".

"Isn't there anything interesting in District [-]?" Ananda kept pestering me and asking.

"Yes, it would be fun if you roll around in the trash." I couldn't help but touch my forehead.

Meteor Street is not full of rubbish mountains, but occasionally there are a few clean streets.

"However, there are some shops here that can pay with kinny, and I can take you to eat."

"Really?"

"you please."

"……it is good."

I turned left and right, and walked into a dimly lit shop without even looking at the signboard.Only Ananda lamented everything like a country bumpkin in the back.

"Wow, Weijia, the name of this store is so stupid that it's called 'Sweet Honey'. Hahaha, the one opposite is called Qingrongrong. It's a perfect match."

I ignored it, sat on the stool, picked up the menu, and the store manager saw that it was me, and came over to greet me in person.

"Oh, Wei Jia, long time no see, the female college has changed."

"That's it." I smiled, "It was left a year ago."

There is a scar that extends from my chin to my collarbone, like a twisted and struggling bug that can't break free from its shackles.

When Ananda saw it for the first time, she wondered if everyone in Meteor Street was so cool.Fart, all girls love beauty, and such expensive things like cool are not suitable for me.

"Is the business going well after changing careers?" I changed the subject.

"It was because the business was not good after Rita left that I changed careers, and I have been doing it until now," she pointed to the bustling customers, "Do you think it's good?"

The store manager is still the store manager, and he is still very good at management, whether it was before or now.

"It is said that you have recently converted to Christianity. Is it because you want to accumulate virtue and go to heaven after death?" I asked.

The store manager sneered and took a puff of cigarette: "If I really wanted to accumulate virtue, I wouldn't have sold human flesh a few years ago."

"Human flesh?" Ananda's face changed color.

"Don't scare outsiders, store manager." I reminded very "kindly".

The store manager nodded understandingly, turned his head and squeezed out a kind smile to Ananda: "Yeah, it was a recession a few years ago, and there was nothing to eat, and there were a few corpses, but now that it gets better, it won't happen. At most, mix some of those beef, pork, chicken or something."

After listening to it, Ananda looked gloomy and only ordered vegetables. Even if I strongly recommend the signature dishes in the store, she would not eat them.I really want to tell her not to be so naive, the food you eat might be fried with human oil.

I didn't order it out for her appetite.

When paying the bill, Annada's facial features were all crowded together: "It's too expensive for only three dishes for a meal, and 15 ring nuns."

"Miss, this is the price of Meteor Street. If you think it's too expensive, you can go through the trash, it's free." The store manager accepted the money with a helpless expression.

"Oh...it doesn't matter, I have money." Ananda sighed.

I suddenly felt that she was as weak as Kuroro.

I went out and thought about where else I could take Ananda to get rid of this guy, but I heard the store manager yelling from behind: "Wei Jia! I found out that today is August [-]th!"

"I know." I replied, without looking back, but turned to Ananda and said, "Let's go to the flower shop."

The people on the road gradually became thinner, and the streets became cleaner and cleaner.Ananda was a little uneasy: "Wei Jia, you don't intend to sell me, do you?"

"...No." I ignored the blue veins on my forehead, turned to the right, and what came into view was a ball of hair, and then bunches of flowers.

I knelt down and said hello: "Hi, Kubi."

An eyeball was exposed from the hairball, and that eyeball turned round: "Long time no see, Wei Jia."

"Hey, hey, it's so cool. I said that people in Meteor Street dress up very coolly!"

I ignored Ananda's unbroken exclamation, and simply asked Kubi for a bouquet of copied white lilies.

Kube gave me quickly: "But it will disappear after 24 hours."

"That's why I need it, no need to clean it." I smiled.Without giving Ananda any time to sigh, I dragged her to the cemetery.

The land on Meteor Street is actually quite precious. Land is needed for garbage dumps, land for living, and land for training.But they are never stingy with the cemetery. A large piece of land is full of tombstones, large and small.

"Wei Jia, who do you want to worship?" Ananda was frightened by the dead silence here and got goosebumps all over her body.

"An important person." I didn't have much to explain, but focused on finding the way.

Those tombstones all look alike, and it's really not easy to tell them apart.

"Do you know why you saw such a tragic scene of death and injury when you came here?" Inexplicably, I said something.

"Is it really good to say these things in this kind of place?" Ananda followed me across a thicker branch and stopped in front of a tombstone.

I knelt down and put the lily in front of the tombstone.Ananda also leaned over to see what was written on the tombstone, and her warm breath sprayed my neck.

The tombstone is half the height of a person, but it is bare, with only two words written on the top.

Rita.

At this time, my cold voice sounded:

"Because he was smart all his life and stupid all his life."

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