[Hunter] Tourists' time on the street

There are unopened syringes scattered around, and a leather notebook is in front of it.

The tourist is not in the habit of keeping a diary, but she does need to record something now.Perhaps because of seeing the ending, she has obviously felt that she is not mentally stable in recent months, and she may forget important things on a whim.

"Be vigilant at all times, don't be too happy." The tourist sighed, and opened the title page of the note. On the yellow paper, there were two dark and bold words written on the yellow paper. They belonged to the words of the hometown, and the words were repeatedly described many times:

"Don't hold grudges."

The tourist glanced at it coldly, flipped through the notes, and the following content was about what she planned to do, how to deal with emergencies, what measures should be taken, and how to change strategies.

The best result is that Hisoka can make up his mind to kill her before she has the strength to let him die easily, and then she fights hard, but still loses, and finally dies fortunately.The second is that she met an accident one day and died inexplicably.Once again, she really had that ability, successfully killed Hisoka, repaid Enoch's kindness to her at the beginning, and then killed herself in the cruelest way, as compensation for what she owed Hisoka, and barely achieved it. Clear up.

Of course, Hisoka is still alive and well. If she is super lucky and has other ways of rewarding her, she will be able to live with peace of mind after she wins.At that time, go wandering around the world, looking for the most advanced artificial intelligence technology, never accept anyone's kindness, never be in debt, and never bear heavy pressure.

The tourist showed an unusually satisfied smile, thinking that the long-delayed debt would be settled and she would regain her freedom of heart, she couldn't stop being so happy and let out a series of laughter.

"No, no, I can't be too happy, I can't do anything if I indulge in fantasy."

The tourist pinched her face, trying to stop laughing, "But I'm so happy, you are depraved, tourist." She took out an anesthetic, injected it into a syringe, put on rubber gloves and a medical mask, she is a bit weird now That's what it means.

Squat down, grab a lucky one randomly from the fiberglass, oh no, lucky mouse, injected with anesthesia, the experimental product that was still shaking in her hand just now, the little white mouse trying to get rid of fate soon stopped struggling, four With a kick of her legs, she lay softly on her hands.

The tourist gently stroked its soft fur, placed it gently on the table, took out the scalpel in the disinfection cabinet and sat back at the table, saying to himself: "Don't worry, you will come first, then me."

She slowly cut open a small piece of flesh, carefully picked out a bone, and inserted it into a replacement made of metal prepared in advance...

At that time, she should be able to accept it with a smile, and sleep peacefully and contentedly.

I just hope there won't be too many accidents.

The dark sun, the traveler in the mire, the soft light of the curtain

"I'm just one step away from my perfect shape, so just bring me here if you want me to?" Don't waste my time, Xijiang!Standing at the entrance of the dance hall, the tourists thought so.

She was wearing a fiery red backless long dress. The smooth silk outlined a nearly perfect body curve, and the hem was layered on top of each other, as if a delicate flower of desire was blooming.But her temperament is very cold, her frosty face is full of boredom, her black hair is tied back, and a gray and white withered rose pinned to it, with a blue eyeball embedded in the center, like a living thing.She put her hand on Hisoka's arm, followed him into the arena, and whispered, "Brother, our clothes are reversed. I should wear a suit and you should wear a skirt."

She smiled charmingly, hiding the danger in her words, and half-truthfully said: "Don't you want to seduce others ~ now is your chance ~" She is really beautiful after she is well dressed, when she is not talking.

That was a long time ago... The tourist was suddenly very happy, showing a bright smile that melted the ice and snow, and pursed his lips.

"Can I succeed with you here?" She suggested, "How about you twist your waist and swing your hips, and I guarantee that a bunch of people will kneel down and kiss your ass."

He raised his eyebrows and asked her, "Are you among those people?"

The strange scene was automatically filled in the brain, the gorgeous picture flew by, the tourist shivered, his forehead felt hot, his eyes were clear, and he said briefly: "I am holy like a Buddha."

"You're scared~"

In the center of the dance floor where the dress is flying, the whispers in the ear, the infinitely close distance, the warm palms covering the waist, step by step, spinning and dancing.

"You're afraid of falling in love with me~ no, you're afraid of falling in love with anyone~" A contemptuous laugh fell on his shoulders.

The tourist looked indifferently at the golden eyes that were shining with aggression and madness at that time, as if she looked up at him seriously for the first time, she didn't deny or admit it, "So, what is your purpose this time?"

"Maybe, I just want to dance with you..."

The tourist smiled, his eyes still cold, "Then I must not be a qualified dance partner."

"Maybe, I just want to see the real you~" He said softly, as if he was bewitching something, like the last tenderness before leading people into hell, "I dote on you enough...why should I restrain myself ?”

The tourist smiled nonchalantly, his palms gradually returned to temperature, and even winked at him, "Actually, I want you to be more cruel. There is no difference between a person who cannot restrain himself and a salted fish." She continued: "Give up, I won't accompany you Play the game of love, and no other games."

Hisoka pointed out without concealment, "You are afraid of losing."

The tourist admitted generously, "That's right." He added an explanation, "When you go to the gambling table, you must be prepared to lose everything. I won't lose if I don't gamble."

"Maybe you'll win..." Hisoka continued to seduce.

An abrupt sneer was mixed in the quiet and ambiguous music. Before the eyes of others were cast, the tourist lowered his head to hold back the laughter, and then raised his head after a while: "You are really lying to me as a fool. Have you forgotten , I said that I have liked you since I was a teenager, but I don’t know who you are? Let me analyze it.”

"You are arrogant, arrogant, doing your own way, self-centered, treating life as a game and the world as a paradise, finding a fun toy that is not broken and reluctant to throw it away, always thinking that you can control everything, playing with people's hearts wantonly, using good or evil Describing you is too superficial, you are just yourself, you only love yourself. I don’t deny that you also have emotions, understand sorrow and pain, but your emotions must be distorted from the root, which is different from ordinary people.

Just because I don't care, doesn't mean I don't know. The tourist sighed wearily and lowered his eyes, "But I still like you like this. There are thousands of beauties in the world, and every one of them is breathtaking, and none of them are as good as you." "

Hisoka lowered his face and said very seriously: "Your liking for me is no different from liking an object." He stroked her cheek and restrained the urge to crush her, "There is nothing in your eyes."

Ignoring the killing intent hidden in him, looking directly into his eyes, the tourist smiled frivolously.

"Like is broad. When you ignore the suffering of others, don't dream of getting love from others. It is not easy to accept everything calmly, and it often means losing a lot.

For example, the ability to love others. "

The tourist clicked his tongue lightly, unwilling to talk about this topic that made him sound resentful, and said instead:

"We are similar but different. The same person walks on different paths and becomes two kinds of people. I will not go against my will because of what others do. I will always be me and only act according to my ideas. I Appreciate you, like you, but won't be you, just give up."

"Hehehe...we are all people who abide by the rules we set~" After a strange low smile, he asked with a light smile, "If I became a person in your world, would you still be so relaxed~"

The tourist's eyes drifted to the faintly flooded crystal lamp, and he thought for a while before answering: "If we meet in that world, maybe we will have a good story about the clown and the clown girl."

Hisoka raised his eyebrows, feeling unable to accept this answer, "What's the difference?"

"Yes, we will get to know each other in a different way. We got to know each other too early or too late, and some options were locked from the beginning. I would like to call it another mockery of fate." The tourist smiled sadly, and suddenly there was a feeling in his heart. With a strong sadness, he said to him seriously: "If there is no if, there will be no if, so be it, just be like this, I am already very satisfied."

"Hmph~ Maybe it's the kind of you that deserves my love~ I didn't see the wrong person~"

"Then you are really seriously ill. Unfortunately, I am destined to disappoint you. I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize, it's not bad..." A poker card was condensed out of his fingertips at some point, "Let me try your level ~ as we agreed at the beginning..."

"it is good."

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"Thank you, nice to... meet... you..."

His vision was blood red.

The world was blood red.

Love is a dead sun.

A peaceful sleep after a long period of chaos.

Bonus True Ending

- [Reminder in the front row, please think about it for a while before reading, the following content cannot be connected to the main text, and a lot of plots have been cut in the middle, just to say that there are no accidents, if it develops normally, it will reach this ending]

Meteor Street, in the hidden ruins, a large amount of black-red, viscous liquid mixed together and flowed wantonly, corroding the surroundings.On top of them are piles of wriggling, bloody, grey-brown lumps of wriggling flesh. They are mixed with a large pile of mechanical wreckage that can't be seen, completely fused, and the skin is covered with blood bubbles one after another.

There are brown eyes around the blood bubble, or hate, or pain, or greed, or jealousy... Besides, there are many similar cards, dice,