I was so afraid of society that I wore a cosplay

The smell of rot, the smell of fish, the taste of blood.

There were also dead bodies everywhere, which clearly indicated where they had arrived.

Meteor Street.

Kazumi didn't know much about this place. He had only heard about it from people in the cosplay community.

She said that if I traveled to Meteor Street, a place where the beginning was hell, it would be better to wipe my neck.

What you see is a dark sky, garbage everywhere, and struggles everywhere. It makes you think that there is such a place in the world.

Without force, living here would be worse than death.

As for how he knew?

Just look at the people stepping on them.

Generally speaking, the characters who can survive in this place are basically observant and have little moral integrity.

This guy actually recommended himself.

Ah, yes, the kind that goes to bed.

If you look carefully, you'll see a pretty good face.

"And...beautiful..."

The first time I came to this place, I heard my best friend close her eyes tightly, cover her ears with strength and squat down, Fujiwara Megumi called out uneasily.

"Go away." He Mei wouldn't kill anyone in front of Xiao Qingmei.

He kicked the person who was ogling him as if his eyes were twitching.

The man was a little disappointed. You know, in Meteor Street, strong force means survival.

But the strong man obviously looked down on him. Thinking of this, he took a jealous look at the handsome young man who was obviously protected by the man behind him.

Seeing how well-dressed and fair the pretty boy is, you can tell how well he is being protected.

Kazumi squinted his eyes, and after a while, he chuckled and said, "Are you envious?"

He was stunned for a second, and then he saw the man raising a big smile to him. In the crisis of life and death, he had no time to escape, so he could only stare at his bright smile and listen to his sweet voice. , "You're welcome~"

The final touch is bright red.

The same hair color as the man...

Some of the peeping people around silently retreated. Kazumi turned around and squatted down, taking off the boy's hand covering his ears. "It's okay Megumi, but you can't open your eyes yet."

"Kazumi, have we arrived at a new place again?" After wearing it several times in succession, Fujiwara Megumi guessed something.

"Well, I will protect Hao Hui, don't worry." Kazumi tore off the sleeves of his shirt, and he wrapped the white cloth strips around the young man's eyes.

"Why are you blindfolded?" The panic caused by not being able to see made Fujiwara Megumi couldn't help but grab the hands wrapped around him.

"There are bad things here. Megumi will be unhappy if he sees me, so I can't look at them for the time being."

Fujiwara Megumi stopped talking, he just slowly grabbed the corner of Kazumi's clothes with trust.

The corners of her lips curled up in a happy mood, and a low, sexy laugh escaped from her throat, "So good."

Megumi Fujiwara tilted her head at this voice, which was more serious than Kazumi's previous voice.

To be honest, he still doesn't know what the world and its beauty have become.

"Let's go, let's get out of here first." Holding the boy's hand, Kazumi suppressed her fear.

In short, it’s good that he is still with Kei.

……

I heard that a great person came to the 12th Street of Meteor Street.

According to the survivors, the man had hair like fire, golden eyes, and an elusive playing card.

Everyone probably guessed that he was a telepathic person.

The story is correct, but the rumors are getting more and more outrageous.

Mingming and Mei just took Xiao Qingmei to find a place to live, hoping that when the time comes, the consciousness of the world here will automatically exclude them.

Who would have thought that he just picked the boss of this street and killed some people who didn't have the foresight to attack Qingmei, so it was rumored that he was killed because of love?

And also raising forbidden wives?

People in Meteor Street only have interests, no friends, friends? It was used for betrayal. When you die, you can drag it to the charnel house and maybe get a piece of fresh bread in exchange for it.

Body, soul, feelings, everything can be sold.

As long as you can survive, you are the winner.

The law of the jungle and the survival of the strong are vividly demonstrated in a place like this.

When Kazumi was on the road, she saw someone attacking with a knife picked up from the garbage dump for a little food, and the person who was robbed was also fierce and desperate.

Judging from his age, he must be eight or nine years old.

And the food was just a piece of moldy bread.

Is there anger? Sort of.

Is there mercy? Sort of.

Want to save? No need.

Chiki Kazumi is an emotional character, but at the same time he is also a monster with almost no empathy.

He will not be able to bear the temporary sadness, and he will shed tears sincerely for the false two-dimensional characters.

But he can also separate himself rationally and calmly.

Ordinary people have changed their gender and become like Gojo Satoru, who is overloaded with news all day long and has to face the impact of the sanity-inducing curse spirit.

Everyone will go crazy.

But he is not crazy, and he still maintains a certain sense of himself. From the perspective of Hemei's world consciousness, he is worthy of being its number one worker, and in a sense he is very strong.

You could call him a bad person, but he could go so far as to sell his whole life for the people he identifies with.

You could call him a good person. He doesn't have the common idea of ​​drawing a sword to help someone when the road is rough, and he can even turn around and leave indifferently.

At this moment, he stood here, while two children not far away were fighting each other, fighting for a mouthful of rotten food that ordinary people would not touch.

He read from the beginning to the end. It was the child who guarded the food who won. The child also noticed his gaze and looked over warily. Those eyes like a wolf cub reminded Kazumi of his own childhood.

Yes, I used to guard food like this when I was a child.

I even fought with the puppy for a bite to eat.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said cheerfully, "Did everyone see it? The winner is this child."

The child was not the only one hiding around trying to grab food.

Everyone wanted to be an oriole, but Kazumi killed their thoughts directly.

"If anyone is disobedient..." The man held a playing card between his fingertips, and the little trump card was embedded in a man's head in the blink of an eye.

The paper poker was now so sharp that it could cut the brain open.

"This kind gentleman is what will happen to you~"

No one dared to move. He Mei looked around and found interestingly that the child had not left.

The other party approached him tentatively. Seeing that he didn't stop him, he said, "Can I follow you?"

"My name is Chrollo, Chrollo Lucilu."

?

Kazumi, who didn’t know that the exchange of names in Meteor Street meant companions and allies, just thought——

This name sounds so familiar!