[Hunter] How to kill a zombie

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Of course, at this moment, "fart" has long been far away from her no matter whether it is a noun or a verb, so she is just having fun in her head.This is the inferiority of human beings. Only when they are lost can they know how to cherish them.Whether it's life or fart, or a former lover.

Wait a minute, get rid of that last item.

Because of the appearance of the man in front of her, she really felt that leaving him was the wisest choice.

"I didn't expect..." he murmured, "Have you... reached this point? I'm sorry, it's my fault for not finding out in advance." He even seemed a little sincerely sorry and worried, which made Zooey a little I wonder if his brain has finally broken. "If you don't want to go... I can think of other ways that won't affect Lucas."

Zoe has reason to believe that what Pariston omitted at the second ellipsis is "very ill", but the vice president of the Hunter Association politely didn't say it, which is very consistent with his usual high-end personality.

"Zoe." He didn't even call out her nickname, nor did he add an honorific title (these are the two kinds of titles he used: too close or too distant), but he pressed one hand heavily on her shoulder, He looked at her seriously, and there was no smile on his face.

She wondered if her fake plastic eyeballs could convey her true mood at the moment—that is, doubt.It was this person who proposed the plan, and it was also this person who hesitated to go back on his word at this time. She didn't remember that the vice president of the Hunter Association who called the wind and rain was such an indecisive person (of course, she doubted it).

"No...it's nothing." More rarely, Pariston didn't say what was in his stomach, and didn't even spit out some bad water.Uncharacteristically, he even ignored the pedestrians stopping by the street, hugged her gently, and remained silent.

Paristone's rare warmth made Zooey feel very uncomfortable, even a little disgusted.She thought, if Pariston had treated her like this earlier, for example, in Chapter No.15 or No.16, wouldn't things have become what they are today?It's a pity that there is no if in this world...

"...Do we want to see Chelidonish?" Zoe finally had to ask.

In fact, she couldn't be sure whether the hug Pariston gave her was light or heavy. After the transformation, her body was more insensitive to external contact.But that's normal, she thought.Skin without a nervous system should not have feelings, but it is strange to have feelings.After all, she was already dead.

Zooey thought of one thing and thought it was a little funny, so she just laughed out loud.The sound from the artificial vocal cords was weird, not quite like her own.

Pariston let go of her, with a slightly puzzled expression on his face.As if asking what she was laughing at.

Zoe shook her head, and replied in that strange voice: "No, I just find it ridiculous. I have been dead for more than ten years, and I have only now accepted it sincerely." The weird artificial laughter reappeared, "Death It was indeed a long process.”

Pariston looked at the person in front of him speechlessly.He had wanted to destroy her, break her from the inside out, and even better, if he could make her hate him... So he didn't save Lucas, he let him die.But now that success is imminent, he doesn't feel happy at all.

Because love and hate are one.

And now, he can't get either.

Celidonish obviously also remembered their little meeting, so he raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise when he saw Zoe.This is already a very restrained performance, because the person who provided the information said that the person they met this time was the legendary "living dead". For a moment, Celidonish thought that something was wrong, but he was relieved very quickly. , he also quickly resumed his old manners.

"Miss Zoe... I'm glad to see you again," he said, stretching out a hand, as if he had inherited his father's throne, "You are... different from last time."

I don't know if all members of the royal family speak so euphemistically.But Zoe bets it's not.She was not someone who didn't read the news before. The first prince of Kajin Kingdom, Benjamin, was a very high-profile person, and he was always outspoken.The fourth prince's behavior is probably just caused by his personality.

"Well, I did a little experiment." Zooey said frankly.

Pariston had left a long time ago, and the busy vice president of the association obviously had important tasks to attend to.It's not good to say that he is going to do something bad.In short, he was not in a good mood when he left, and for this reason, Zooey even felt a little bit of joy in succeeding in a trick.

I don't know if I can find the same joy in this fourth prince.She thought a little bored.

Of course, Celidonish is not a person who does not understand the style. On the contrary, he may be better at talking in circles than many others, and he obviously enjoys it.

"What's the result of the experiment?" he asked, looking interested.

"It was unexpectedly good." Zoe didn't shy away from it, and said bluntly, "It feels... very free and easy."

"Hahaha..." Unexpectedly, the fourth prince of Kajin Kingdom seemed to be very satisfied with her answer, "It will indeed be a lot easier to get rid of the shackles of sex. Do you know? Nietzsche once said, A free man is an immoral man."

"No, I mean light in the physical sense. Human organs are heavy." She added, "But I think you misunderstood Nietzsche. He just wanted to encourage people to break stereotypes. Chicken soup, although the pepper A bit much, but with good intentions."

Celidonish narrowed his eyes.

"As for freedom...it's also in the physical sense. It probably has nothing to do with things like soul and body|body. It's just some small new discoveries."

"Can you teach me?" Celidonish asked shamelessly.

"I can't talk about enlightenment... it's just some... um... experience, but I think it may be difficult for the living to understand." She said, "Your Highness, Fourth Prince, are we here to chat?"

"Is not it?"

"No, I thought your curiosity about me was purely biological; some might exaggerate and say it was an artistic pursuit, but I think the pursuit of art on a dead body is a bit old-fashioned, and you shouldn't take extreme measures for it. Otherwise It's also hard to explain your persecution of family members."

"..." The expression on Celidonish's face changed a few times, and finally stayed on a smile, as if he had finally made up his mind how to understand this strange person in front of him, he said, "You seem to be The kind of person I am has already been decided. Unfortunately," he drew closer, "you misunderstand me too, Miss Corleone."

"Ok?"

"First of all, my interest in you is purely personal." He stretched out his hand to help her fix the hair falling in front of her eyes, "Secondly, it is true that my hobbies in the rumors are not groundless, but they are by no means the only ones I have. Hobby."

"Finally," he smiled contentedly, "I'm afraid there are a lot of misunderstandings between you and me regarding the understanding of 'extreme means'."

ErRor//cOdEnAme???

What exactly are you trying to do?

In the end, she still couldn't get the sentence out.

Celidonish talked in a twist and turn, and for some reason, he changed the topic and started chatting again.Zooey responded one after another, and suddenly felt as if she was far away from the world and the people around her.Recently, she often has this feeling, as if she inadvertently glimpsed the gap behind the curtain called "The World", and then couldn't look away.

She thought the scene was absurd and funny, a humanoid with eyes made of plastic and preservatives flowing from its body sat in a gorgeous palace, talking about current affairs, politics, literature and art philosophy with the fourth prince of the country—or more Listening to him, to be precise—always struck her as a scene from a Beckett play.She thought of that play, where the protagonist was half buried in the tomb from the beginning, and then more and more parts were buried, until only one head remained in the end.She felt like the earth that buried the man, Celidonish like a dreary monologue.

"Equality is really overrated, don't you think?" Celidonish's voice was like a buzzing noise far away in the sky, reaching her mind through a few desolate straits and the howling wind In—not in the ears, because she really does not have a complete auditory organ.She doesn't know how she receives outside information, but maybe that's a way of being: the flow of information.They are just a small piece of medium for the flood of information. Huge data flows in and out through their bodies, but the mere carriers still think that the wisdom is their own, and they feel that they have consciousness.

The voice of the fourth prince continued: "People are divided into ranks, grades, grades, and ranks. This is a very natural thing. Only those who dream of equality will turn the world into a hell on earth, don't they? In fact, equality is just a gimmick. What everyone really wants is to compare Others are more 'equal'. I'm smarter than him, why should he be better off than me? I'm working harder than him, why should he get a chance? We are all 'human', why what he has I don't? But dogs There are different body types, let alone people? Power will flow in the hands of conscious people. There is no power behind which is not dripping with blood and won by brute force—maybe it is now, maybe it was once. So of course some Some people have it, some people don't. The rubbish in society always think too much and do too little. Many people don't know their own value and are unwilling to accept it.