[Hunter] Tourists' time on the street

It's because they have too many eyes and complicated hearts, she rarely fails to deceive others!Damn it!

Tourists belatedly became angry.

Street artist

The tourists sat angrily for a while, lowering their heads sadly.

She didn't lie to Kuroro, her current physical condition does have the possibility of death.For large area burns, the preliminary judgment is between superficial second degree and deep second degree, and it can be cured in about half of it if treated properly.The piercing leaves a hole even longer.The most troublesome broken bones, broken leg bones, shattered hand and phalanx bones, and disabled hands and feet at the same time, almost restricted all her actions.

The tourist sighed.

I originally decided to debut as an idol after I came out and earn money, but now I can only give up.

After the trauma is healed, scars will definitely be left, and the bones will not be properly fixed during the growth process, and they will all grow crooked.Like an ugly weirdo, with this appearance, it's lucky not to scare a child into tears.

Obviously being an idol is very profitable and it happens to be a good field.Blame the spiders!The loss is more than one billion!With this money, all problems are solved!

The fire that the tourists had just swallowed rose again.She regretted not asking Kuroro for a medical fee.

But... do spiders really carry money with them?Do they really need money?

The tourist was extremely depressed, but reality never gives kindness to anyone who is in a bad mood. She exhaled and coughed twice to moisten her throat.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next great two-dimensional singer of this century, Ms. Tourist, will sing for you. The title of the song is too long for me to remember."

After finishing the opening remarks of the on-the-spot adaptation, the tourists sang loudly.

A clear female voice came from the corner, and tourists sang tunes from other worlds loudly.Some people stopped to listen, some walked quickly, some showed fear after seeing the tourists, and some showed sympathy.Some people also left a few coins, while others did not give up a penny.

Regardless of the mood, the tourist doesn't care at all, all she wants is to live happily.First make a fortune by selling and singing on the street, and then earn more when you can barely stand and walk.No matter how long it takes and how much effort it takes, go back to the past and start a happy otaku life again!

The songs she chooses are as positive and sunny as her vocals, leaving the gloom far behind.

Along with the fact that comic book characters also need to go to the bathroom.

Gan!The people here are all dressed in cartoon-like clothes, and they are all extras. She was so happy that she forgot about it.

The tourists struggled to pick up the scattered coins on the ground and stuffed them into the neckline.Thanks to the spiders for not taking her clothes, may Kurapika bless them, amen.

A kind stranger asked, "Do you need help?"

"No need." The tourist refused without raising his head, gritted his teeth, supported his body with his elbows, and crawled forward stubbornly.After a while she stopped and asked awkwardly, "Or can you tell me, where is the women's room?"

The man froze for a moment, then laughed.The tourist's face became even more embarrassed, "Brother, is it strange that disabled people need to go to the toilet?"

"No." The man waved his hands again and again, and came to help her, "I'll take you there."

The tourist stared at the face that barely put away the smile and then quickly failed, trying to hold back the smile, and couldn't help laughing, "Hahaha, it's quite funny, thank you."

The man took the tourists outside the toilet of the mall and stopped, "Wait a minute, I'll go to my aunt to help."

The tourist leaned against the wall and nodded, "Understood, only perverts will enter the women's restroom."

The man laughed, and soon came back with him.The middle-aged aunt complained a few words in disgust, but she still helped.The tourist who relieved the embarrassment gratefully thanked the two, "Thank you, there are still more good people in the world." She pointed to the young man who brought her here, "If it is convenient, can you please put me outside , any street corner that won’t interfere with other people’s opening of shops is fine. If not, I’ll climb it myself, I’m good at it.”

"Let me come." Without saying a word, the man carried the tourists on his back and walked out. The tourists hummed comfortably and looked at this not-so-busy town.

The man on the road stammered: "That..."

"what happened?"

"Well... don't I need to take you to the hospital? Miss's injuries seem to be fresh, don't they hurt?"

The tourist didn't expect him to ask such a question, and replied in surprise: "The pain is definitely going to hurt, but it can be tolerated. If you can't bear it, you will cry, and continue to bear it after crying. I can treat this kind of injury without going to the hospital."

The man turned his head in shock, staring at her like a monster.

"Car, car!" The tourists yelled.

"Oh!" Narrowly avoiding the oncoming bicycle.

The tourist breathed a sigh of relief, walked without looking at the road, and was hit by a car when going out, crazy line.

The man put her on the ground and walked away embarrassedly.The tourist leans against the wall, relaxes and closes his eyes.Great, safe, this guy is a nice guy, just a little rough.She didn't want to score twice and add another scar.

Tourists raised their arms and waved from a distance, "Welcome to support my field."

"Ah, yes." The man also ran and turned his head, waving at her, "Ah—" The man covered his forehead and walked around the electric pole.

The tourists put down their arms speechlessly and continued to sing to make money.

Unlucky old man

Tourists are singing hard every day from evening to night, trying their best to search for those familiar songs in their minds, but they earn very little money.Fortunately, the kind-hearted people who opened a shop nearby mistook her for a disabled artist and often helped her with some leftover fruit bread.

To be honest, tourists are very satisfied with their current life.She was originally a person who was easy to satisfy. After experiencing the triple baptism of Meteor Street, Desert Survival and Phantom Brigade, this kind of life can be said to be heaven.

After the wound experienced deterioration, inflammation, and suppuration in the first week, it also healed well.The newborn flesh was tender and fragile, like patches of horrible spots all over the skin, extremely itchy.Fortunately, her hand is broken, and it hurts badly when she exerts force, otherwise she would probably grab it unconsciously after falling asleep.

The tourists smiled brightly, enthusiastically and publicly, "Welcome to the singing time for tourists, please listen to this song..."

When she has money, she must buy two pens, set up a table, play penbeat and sing, and with fancy skills, she should be able to make more money.Or switch careers to play poker, and open a game on the street. The generous prizes and the cool shuffling and dealing techniques will definitely attract many people to come.

But could her hands really do that?Whether it is cutting, penbeat, butterfly/butterfly/knife, finger skateboards require high finger dexterity.

Maybe I can't play other things too... It really ruined most of her skills in one go.

The tourist was a little depressed thinking.The flow of people is getting less and less, and the daily concert has come to an end, and there are many small denomination coins in the bowl in front of them. The tourists thank everyone with a smile.

"Thank you for coming to support me, please take care of me, thank you again, see you tomorrow."

The tourist bent down and was about to pick up the money when a nasty foot stepped on her hand.

"Since you thank us so much, give us the money."

An annoying sound came from above the head, and the tourists fell on the ground without moving.

"Anyway, you're so disabled, you can't use the money, right? Why don't you give me some flowers~ How about it, I'm asking you."

It seemed to be the person's companion. Seeing that the tourist didn't respond, he grabbed her hair and pulled it up angrily. After seeing her face clearly.

"Wow, this woman is so ugly! Half her face is rotten!"

Don't jump so far!She's scary right now, but that's just too rude!

Tourists clenched their imaginary fists.

"What do you guys do!"

A familiar shout sounded, vaguely worried, and the tourist greeted him with a smile.

"Hi."

It was the kind-hearted person who carried her to the toilet on the first day, and he often came to cheer her up afterwards, so he was a regular customer here.

"Who are these people?"

He stood in front of him and asked carefully.

"Stealing money." The tourist said flatly.

"Huh?!" Shocked, he blurted out, "Even the disabled, no, even this kind of money is going to be robbed? Wait, I'll tell them, it's too disgraceful, young people of this generation!"

...I heard it, good-hearted man.

The tourist stopped him speechlessly, "Don't go, give it to them." After that, he yelled at the local gangster who was dressed up in fancy clothes and didn't know what to complain about: "Hey, if you want more, you can take it away. .”

Stubbornly stand in front and refuse to let go.

The tourist persuaded helplessly, "Give it to them."

The leader of the gangsters pushed away the young man who stopped them, picked up the bowl and handed it to the companion behind him, put his hands in his trouser pockets, bent down and stared at her fiercely, "You are ugly, you are very sensible. From now on, we must be so obedient, we Will come again."

Then he stood up and waved his hands pretending to be handsome, "Let's go, brothers."

"Wait..." the tourist called weakly.

"What? Ugly woman, aren't you convinced?!" As he spoke, he was about to roll up his sleeves and teach her a lesson.

The tourist shook his head again and again, "No, no, I want to ask if I can keep the bowl? You shouldn't want that?"

The gang of gangsters laughed maliciously, and the elder brother at the head pointed at the younger brother, "You go and get it to her."

"Okay, okay." The younger brother agreed with a nod and bowed his waist, and ran back in a hurry. When he was very close to the tourists, he was about to let go, and suddenly got up again, and walked far away.

"Want? Climb and pick it up by yourself, ugly and stupid woman like you, hahahaha."

A burst of laughter erupted on the deserted street, talking and laughing as they walked away, still muttering words such as ugly, pitiful, stupid, and abandoned.

Tourists look at the body that disappears into the night