iceberg principle

The first meeting was in the 287th hunter exam.As a killer who should keep a low profile at all times, he followed the family precepts and used nails to make himself easy-although the result was not satisfactory.

Look at that elongated strange face full of nails, and those yellow-green hairs on the top of the head! ...Oh, no, maybe, he has indeed achieved a low profile, because this ugly face that everyone can punish is enough to make anyone want to stick their eyes in and never look at it again.

In short, his debut image successfully made many candidates, including her, deliberately ignore him for the purpose of "protecting the purity of the eyes"-especially when this "click-click" weirdo and the famous bloodthirsty perverted killer After Hisoka's "peaceful communication", she looked at him with horror instead of curiosity.

In the next round of exams, with her useless physique, even if she adhered to the policy of "hold tight to the examiner's thigh", she would inevitably be scarred, and she didn't even have the time to stop and take a breath.As a matter of course, she put the eye-damaging guy behind her—until the troubled third exam.

When she jumped down from the secret door at the top of the tower, she thought a lot when she entered the darkness. About what was waiting for her below, would it be traps, candidates, beasts... or another time travel?

——Although her mind is inclined towards the latter, she has not forgotten the fact that she has never been favored by the goddess of luck.When the soft little butt landed hard on the hard stone slab, she stopped the little teardrop in the corner of her eye, raised her head and looked at the small stone room stupidly, and took away Mr. Nail who hurt his eyes. fundus.

If she couldn't wear it back as she wished, she should be disappointed in the past.However, for her at this time, who is not sure whether there is even hope, it is fine, as long as she does not die...

So, unexpectedly, she opened her arms to Mr. Nail, posing in a coquettish pose of "begging for a hug", with a bright smile on her face.

[Don't cry, the more painful you are, the more you have to laugh so brightly and enchantingly! 】

"Can you help me? My legs hurt so bad I can't stand up..."

Even so, her gaze penetrated straight through the oppressively colored ceiling and landed on a certain space that was difficult to let go.She didn't sit still, but kept trying to stand up with trembling legs, with a big smile on her face, showing that she had no sincerity in asking for help just now.

What are you crying for?For catharsis? —Of course!However, it is also a manifestation of the subconscious desire for pity, sympathy, and love.So, what's the point of crying for a self whose heart is as dead ashes, and a self who is helpless and dusty?

People grow up after falling down again and again, but, being not favored, it is inevitable that they fall too much and walk too short...

——All these random thoughts in the ongoing tense were interrupted by the gentle support of a pair of warm hands.The moment she raised her head in surprise, she had already been lifted up by that eye-scarring Mr. Nail.She unconsciously lowered her head to look at those warm hands. They were white and slender, with thin calluses, and the nails were round and crystal clear, well manicured.

[It is a pair of hands that reveal the self-discipline of the master.It obviously doesn't look like it...]

She thought for a while, and suddenly squeezed a very weak smile at the opponent's master—although it was very weak, it was indeed a sincere and soft smile.

"Click, click, click."

Mr. Nail paused for a moment, let go of the hand holding her, handed over a watch, motioned for her to put it on, and pointed to the screen next to her.

"The road of two people walking together" - the name of this road.As the name suggests, this is a road that requires the cooperation of two people - this is for ordinary people.

It's a pity that although she is ordinary enough, her companion, Mr. Nail, is an out-and-out genius.It seemed that he saw her useless material, and Mr. Nail didn't talk nonsense. When she put on the watch, he put on a face that couldn't complain, and made the gesture that belonged to her just now-begging for a hug!

No matter how gloomy and calm she is, she still can't help but twitch the corners of her mouth and quickly cover her eyes - what kind of trouble is this going to be!Is the contrast cute? ! OTZ

So Nailface ignored the guy in front of him who had obviously made a mistake, stepped forward to lift her up, and pressed the door opening command "〇" for her.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...】

She lay blankly on Nailface's shoulders that were also nailed with tacks, resisting the pain of the nails pressing on her soft abdomen, silent, obedient and at a loss.

Nailface is indeed very human. Even if he is carrying a piece of waste material on his shoulders, which is only in the unsatisfactory weight range, he still walks like flying, running in the corridor full of organs.There are only occasional rests to convey to her the message "Is this guy in front of me still a human?"

... After a long time, after she understood him thoroughly, she looked back and found that for him with extraordinary physical strength, this small rest was just the other party's gentle understanding, and for her stomach—of course, This is something later, very last...

In short, despite the lengthy, boring and even tormenting process, she finally lived and stayed on the shoulders of the ravaged stomach until the end of the exam.At that time, it was less than a day before the start of the exam.Unexpectedly, Hisoka and the chatty Hanzo had already arrived.

Of course, he left her and walked over to the clown who was stacking a poker pyramid.

She breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that Mr. Nail and the clown Hisoka really matched each other very well.She was immediately struck by the discordant associations in her mind.So, of course, she found Hanzo, a chatterbox, and listened to his nonsense.

The next exam passed peacefully.Mr. Nail has always kept a low profile. Except for the sudden appearance of the head of the three Amorite brothers when they were digging treasures, which frightened them enough, he didn't even participate in the intense evacuation preparations afterwards.Dragging a useless body, she tried her best to run around for everyone. She was exhausted and frightened at the same time. She had long lost her experience and recalled that scary nail man.

She began to miss home again, and especially after the dangerous storm, she missed the distant harbor very much.

Then, on the fourth level of the defense island, after being lucky enough to get the number plate of an even more useless opponent (his useless speed made her feel that it is a miracle that the opponent can survive until now!), she hid on the top of the tree— —Climbing trees is probably one of her few skills.

Perhaps it was unwilling to be forgotten, unexpectedly, after staying on it for a short time, she suddenly saw the gorgeous transformation of Mr. Nail not far away: it was just pulling out a few nails, his head twisted for a while, and suddenly Moxi The dry-headed Frankenstein turned into a handsome man with black long straight eyes and big eyes!

Horror is no longer enough to express her surprise, at this moment all she has is the urge to grab the ground with her head.

No matter how beautiful things are in the eyes of desperate people, they will be seen as desperate.Even if Mr. Nail, who is digging and burying herself with his hands at this moment, looks more in line with her aesthetics, even if her cuteness is repeatedly poked, she still reads a few traces of anxiety and sadness from her heart.

why?Her immature heart couldn't read it at all, but there was no doubt that she didn't like his eyes.

It is a pair of big and beautiful cat's eyes, but it is so empty and dead, without a trace of expression, like inorganic glass.

What was the experience that blinded these eyes with a lingering emptiness?

With curiosity in her heart, she showed tenacity as before and made it to the final round of the exam.

——"Killers don't need friends!"

During the final exam duel, Mr. Nail unexpectedly showed his original appearance in front of the handsome silver-haired boy.The two very similar faces allowed her to get the answer she wanted.

It turned out that Mr. Nail was a killer, and he was the eldest son of the world's number one killer family, Yi Ermi, who beat the enemy!

[If this surname is translated into Chinese, it would be really frustrating... In other words, what kind of bloody drama is this brother who ran away from home and his brother changed his face to accompany him, and finally threatened his brother to go home completely! 】

[However, it's really enviable...]

she thought silently.

The authorities are fascinated, even though the rebellious younger brother still has an expression of dissatisfaction in his heart that dare not resist, but she can easily see how much this man with barren eyes loves her younger brother from the sidelines. ——Yes, it seems that all human emotions have been transferred to family affection. Only when facing her younger brother and mentioning her family, will there be a gleam of light in Yiermi's dark eyes.

【Actually, this person is a bit like me...】

She couldn't help feeling so emotional in her heart, and then she was taken aback by herself again.

【No, it's actually different... because I don't have such things as family...】

It took a moment for depression to overwhelm her again.So, this scene of "brothers training brothers" seemed to her to have a strange warmth, and she was a little envious, even jealous of the man named "Ilmi".

However, seeing the expression of pain, horror, and despair on the face of the exquisite younger brother, she quickly put away the subtle bad emotions, and began to sympathize with the thankless elder brother.

This should be a man of few words, especially in front of people he cares about.He secretly considered all possible situations for his younger brother, and finally pointed out the best way for his younger brother, but he didn't explain much, he just used fear and force to force his younger brother to give up his friend—is it because he is not good at words?

No, more like shy to speak.She also had that kind of behavior that used the opposite negative attitude to cover up her shyness!

The author has something to say:

Halfway through the code word, my parents urged me to sleep, so there is still half of the next update-when is the next time?Let's see fate, but it won't be too long.Also, the second half of the article is definitely better than the first half, please don't give up...