[Hunter] Tourists' time on the street

Very good, there is no defect, and the appearance is beautiful enough.

Before meeting a suitable partner, this posture needs to be practiced many times, and to become more proficient, you need to clean yourself up by the way.It really stinks TT

Taking advantage of the moonlight, the girl went all the way to a farther place.She is not yet capable of dealing with the bad things left by the original owner, so she can only avoid those people first and find another place to live.Along the way, she met a lot of people resting in the rubbish dumps, most of them were weak, with sad faces whispering.Occasionally, a few young and strong people looked at her carefully.

Tourists don't like that look, like a hunter sizing up his prey to see if he can catch it.She clenched her fists, stared back viciously, and bluffed to those who had malicious intentions, "Which one of you will try to challenge the Spartan warrior first."

Fortunately, there are always the majority of people who are willing to sacrifice their lives. Most of them are just looking for money, and they don't want to get into trouble, and they don't want to do it by themselves and be taken advantage of by others.So they faced each other and waited and hesitated, but no one stepped forward.The tourists passed through smoothly, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.Hope to find a more peaceful area sooner.The long-term hunger made her weaker and weaker. She was already exhausted physically and mentally, and she almost couldn't hold on anymore.

Tourists dragged their numb legs aimlessly forward.She didn't know if there were any residents there, or if there was such a community.Maybe I can meet some better people, maybe I will die suddenly, but if it stops here.The tourist's dim eyes stared numbly at the overwhelming garbage pile in front of him.

must die.If you stop in place, you must die.As long as one is unlucky and encounters a villain who comes to dig through the garbage, he will die.Integrating into the residential area is the best way for her to ensure her survival.

The sky has turned white, and the tourists don't know how long she has been walking. Time seems to stand still with the footsteps, and it seems to pass too fast to be captured.It was completely different from the plan. The tourist half-closed his eyelids and saw a few teenagers with obvious malicious intentions walking towards her with smirks.

She wanted to run away, but it was too late.There was darkness in front of his eyes, and his consciousness sank into the bottom of the sea.

I don't know how long it took before the tourist opened his eyes again, sat up in shock, and his heart was pounding.To be honest, she ended up thinking that she would never have the chance to open her eyes again.To be alive...that must be too lucky.

"I really am the protagonist!" The tourist Sparta, who had regained some strength, raised his arms and pointed forward and shouted.Wait, something's wrong... The tourist's eyes widened belatedly, and his eyes moved down.

"I'm fucking!" The tourist couldn't help but gasped, "Where are my clothes?! Don't let my mother catch those cubs! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The tourist was incompetent and furious for a while, and after calming down, he began to rejoice.Fortunately, all that was missing were clothes.She spat in her heart, with the folk customs of this shabby place, it would not be surprising to lose two kidneys, shabby place, garbage people in the garbage dump.

So the girl who was looted set foot on the road again.If there are a few teenagers walking together, there are probably adults nearby, which means that there is a community of residents nearby.The tourist clenched her fists tightly. She didn't know how long the recovered physical strength could last her. Her stomach was still growling, but she couldn't feel it anymore. This was a bad omen.

Fortunately, the protagonist's aura favored her again.The tourist met a woman, no, it was not an encounter, but she just found out, because she did not step forward, peeping from a distance to see if the crying and heartbroken woman was her target.

In a place with such a high death rate, parting is commonplace, and many people die every day.When you close your eyes, it becomes eternity.So there are only a few people who cry when someone important to them dies.The tourist judged that she was a soft-hearted woman, which was in line with her conditions.

When others are weak and helpless, gain goodwill and ask for help, there is a greater chance of success.Commonly known as taking advantage of the situation.

But Meteor Street people are different, we can't treat them as ordinary people, we have to think of them more coldly and cautiously.So tourists are still watching.

That poor woman was crying for her dead daughter. The blood on her pierced chest had long since dried up, and her long dark gray hair was clumped together...Ah!The tourist opened her eyes slightly, showing an expression of ecstasy. Isn't her body just light gray hair?Similar in stature and age!

I don't know whether to complain about the appearance of passers-by or to celebrate good luck.My daughter died. At this time, a similar and gentle girl asked for help. No matter how you look at it, the success rate has been greatly improved. Hey.

The tourist pondered for a while, pretending to be a poor girl who had lost her soul, and timidly came forward to ask for help with tears in her eyes, "Please...please, help me. I was kicked out of the orphanage...with nowhere to go, I heard that Meteor Street will not refuse anything, so me, me." The tearful eyes of the inquiring and vigilant met, and the tourists performed harder, and the clear tears rolled down instantly, "I thought that even a piece of trash like me would be able to Accepted...but."

Lessons learned from talent shows.The more miserable people are, the more they can stand out, and they are ashamed to go on stage without any tragedy.The tourist covered his face and cried, with a bit of truth, "They took my clothes, I'm thirsty and hungry, I don't know what to do... Please help me, I am willing to do anything Do anything, teach me to live. Please, I don’t want to die! Even if I’m like garbage, I want to live.”

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I don't know which false words or what kind of disguised gesture moved the woman. The tourist was lucky enough to eat a piece of moldy clothes and a few new clothes.Although it is also patched, it is dusty and has holes, which has nothing to do with looking good.

But she is very satisfied.Don't expect too much from gratuitous kindness, the most important thing is to get a relatively safe place to live.

The tourist thought optimistically, in a good mood, hummed a happy tune, and opened the curtain.She imitated the Japanese etiquette and bowed to express her gratitude. She didn't want to be unusual for the NPC who took care of her, "Thank you for your skirt. I will work hard. How do you and other people usually live?"

The middle-aged woman with eyes swollen from crying, with a dull expression on her haggard face, looked at a figure similar to her daughter, and seemed to have not fully recovered from her grief.He said blankly: "We... can pick up the garbage outside." After a pause, he added: "But be careful, if it is too expensive, someone will come to snatch it. Medicines are special items and must be handed over."

The tourists were a little surprised. Do local ruffians collect protection fees in this kind of place, and asked, "Hand it over? To whom?"

The woman looked at the tourist with a strange look, and said after a while, "The poorhouse. There are them in every district. If you find them, you must hand them in!"

The tourist smiled softly and comforted the worried woman, "Understood, I will definitely keep myself safe and only take what belongs to me."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, "There is an exchange area to the west, it opens once every three days, everyone will take out unnecessary things to exchange, find more things, next time you go too."

"Barter? I understand that." I really can't imagine that there is such an ancient way of trading, but considering a place like Meteor Street, money should be the most useless to them, a pile of beautifully printed waste paper ?The tourist bowed his head and thought for a while, showing a cheerful and familiar smile, and asked affectionately: "Hey, auntie, is there any way to read? I don't know a word, and I am very distressed. If there is a way, it would be great .”

The woman was taken aback by her familiar address, but accepted it hesitantly.It's not uncommon to find foreigners, but most of them are babies, and she really doesn't know how to deal with such a big child.But... if you pick it up, it's yours, isn't that right?Diet, clothing, people are applicable.

"The priest at the almshouse can preach, you can go and ask."

"Ah... Father, thank you." The tourist couldn't help but think of the reverse cross tattoo on Kuroro's head, and cursed in his heart: he didn't just study in the church, and he became a middle-aged man, right?Thinking about it this way is really suspicious.

"By the way, what's your name?" The woman asked in a low voice, with a forbearing and forced smile on her face.

Looking at that smile, the tourist felt that it was unknown. He replied briefly, even with a slightly colder tone, "Tourist Sparta, just call me a tourist. Thank you again for your care."

"You're welcome. Martha, my name is Martha." The woman's smile became more and more distorted, and the twitching corners of her mouth seemed to show her abnormal mental state, "It's so beautiful, if my daughter is still alive, she would have such beautiful hair, Hers is even deeper and longer..." The woman stared blankly at the tourist's short, light gray hair as she spoke, and she wanted to reach out to touch it.

The tourist stooped to avoid it calmly, and bowed again, "Thank you again for your kindness, thank you. Then I will leave first." After that, he ran away quickly.

After walking a long way, the tourist clutched his chest with lingering fear and complained, "Hunters are really dangerous! It's not normal for my daughter to die. This kind of setting is very old-fashioned, old thief."

Tourists walked forward cursing, looking for clues of the church that Martha said.After searching for a long time, I finally got a glimpse of the gate before the sky turned dark.

Tourists stand outside the gate and peek at the scene inside through the small window on the gate.At sunset, the believers had already dispersed, and the young priest packed up the scattered scriptures with a loving smile.Yu Guangdu