[Hunter] The second disease should also be the leader

Judging from the current situation, I didn't know what to do in the past ten years. In this world line, I neither knew Kurapika nor visited Kuruta Forest.Could it be that I have really been conscientiously contributing to the Hunter Association for so many years?

No, absolutely impossible.That's me!I still don't understand my own feeling. Even if I didn't go to the forest of the Kuruta tribe, it is absolutely impossible to work hard there.

This is definitely not demeaning yourself, but out of understanding yourself.However, I accidentally discovered the contacts on the phone. The first one is naturally the number I dialed to Kurapika not long ago, followed by the president's number.Next is...

"Xiaker?" I'm not sure about the possibility, but the name of this comment looks like a knight, but there have been cases where I thought it was Kurapika's phone call, but it might actually be selling sun cakes.

Does that mean that I have been in touch with the brigade for so many years?This made me feel very delicate. Before, I was desperately trying to find them, but now I have been keeping in touch with them, but I hope that I have never met them face to face.

The best way to find out if you really have contact with the brigade is to make a phone call. If it is really a knight answering, it is almost certain that I should have been in touch with the brigade all these years. There is nothing wrong with it .

I dialed the phone anxiously, but no one answered it all the time. After hearing the busy signal, I simply turned off the phone.Did I randomly get in some doll guy's phone again?

Staying on this world line is a bit too long, maybe because there is only one last modification left, which makes me a little nervous for no reason.It's all coming to an end, and everything will go back to when it was "right".

Maybe this is the last time I'll see Kurapika, which makes me a little annoyed. "If I knew it earlier, I would have taken a second look, or took a photo or something."

I thought about not having a photo or something, and it would be good if I could draw a picture to see things and think about people, so I immediately took out the pen and paper, drew him as I remembered, and then dropped the pen immediately. "What the hell is this painting!" Maybe it's like what Ibro said, I have no talent for painting at all.

Looking at the drawing with the shapeless face made me feel even more depressed.But I'm a forest hunter, so it's not surprising that I can't draw. This kind of thing should be left to those professional people.So I decided to find an artist to help me draw a sketch tomorrow morning. Although only the consciousness can travel through time... But I always feel reluctant.

In the early hours of the morning, I suddenly received a text message, which woke me up.

The content of the text message is: what happened?I was busy before, so I didn't return your call.If there is anything urgent, you can call me immediately, I am awake at any time.

This means that if I call now, I will definitely answer.I couldn't stop the excitement in my heart, almost trembling with excitement and pressing the button.

Sure enough, as the text message said, the connection was quickly connected there, "Hello? Ed? Are you still up so late?" The other side seemed quite happy, because you could hear laughter.Probably due to fatigue, his voice was a little hoarse, but he must be a knight.

"Xia Ke..." I really have mixed feelings in my heart now. If it were the same as before, I would probably be very happy.Now I'd rather he were a stranger.The only thing I can be thankful for is that I woke up in my own bed, not in the Kuruta forest.If that's the case, I might be the first to stab myself.

After settling down the messy emotions in my heart, I finally spit out the third word, "Is Kurolo there?"

"..." There was a silence on the other side, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. "Captain, Ed is looking for you." He seemed a little angry, because I heard the sound of him throwing the phone out.

"Hello?" Kuroro's voice was very low, and I couldn't recall the middle-aged boy holding the Bible and clamoring to conquer the world.Although in a sense, he is about to realize his dream.

"How about we meet tomorrow? Just the two of us." After confirming that the distance between Kuroro and the others was not too far, I made an appointment to meet.

This kind of request like a date, Kurolo only agreed after confirming that there is no schedule tomorrow. "Tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon, at the Rock Park Cafe."

I don't understand why he has to go to such a high-ranking place to meet, but since he wants to maintain his image of a literary and artistic educated youth, I don't have any big opinions.It's just that there is one more question that I want to ask clearly before the last crossing.

I still have a whole morning before my appointment with Kuroro, and I don't intend to be idle.Now that I have decided, I plan to find a painter to help me draw a picture.

It wasn't about exam training or anything. All I heard was news about studios, and I didn't hear any news about really famous painters.It's not that I need a professional painter, as long as I can paint like a photo, I'm satisfied.Do you really have to go to the police/police station to ask those who specialize in drawing portraits of prisoners?

As I was pondering this possibility, I spotted a very shady-looking fellow on a street corner.It should be a busking painter on the street, but this guy doesn't set up a stall in the square, but hides on the corner of the street. He looks like a villain with a lot of drama.

But you can't judge a person simply by appearance. Look at the paintings he puts out, but the shape and expression of the person are vividly depicted, as if the characters are about to jump out of the painting.

"Excuse me, can you listen to people's descriptions and then draw people's appearance?" If this person draws, maybe it can really draw like a photo.

The man raised the brim of his hat and glanced at me, "Yes."

It's fine.I can bear his bad temper, "Then please draw a picture for me."

"The person you want to draw, is he dead?" He lowered the brim of his hat again and started to draw.

I threw Lei Loumou... "Of course I didn't die..."

"Oh, that's not a painting." He refused very coolly, and managed to irritate me.

What are the rules for painters nowadays?Don't draw living people?Did he specialize in painting posthumous photos?Or did he think it was cool?Do you have a second-year illness?Is it still the second term? This guy!

"Please, just one painting. I don't want to break your rules, but this painting is really important to me. How much do you need? I can give it to you." I held back and wanted to tug at his collar. Desire/desire, begged humbly.

"It's not about money, I can't paint living people."

Where did his inexplicable persistence come from?No matter whether I begged or threatened, he always refused to let go.This directly led to my mood getting worse when I met Kuroro in the afternoon, and I didn't get the painting.Therefore, there is really no cure for the second disease.

The author has something to say: the last chapter tomorrow!If only I could write it!

The items picked up in the previous chapter are here, and the next chapter is NormalEnd. I will sort out the problems before the other endings.

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[System Prompt] You got [Blue Old Phone] X1

[Blue old phone] It looks like an old phone, it should be unusable

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This question shouldn't be put here...but because the next chapter will be over, so I can only put it here

Did you guess the last prophecy poem, it may refer to killing Kuroro or yourself, did you kill yourself?

A. Yes B. No