[Hunter] The Meteor Legend after Lydia's Life Record

I don't know how I got back to the cabin.

After getting the blood-stained calendar paper with no characters, I was in a panic. The first thing I did after regaining consciousness was to continue to ask for the next calendar, June [-]th, June [-]th... a series of I ordered more than a dozen sheets, all of which were soaked in blood, and the blood on the last few sheets had dried up and was frozen hard.

Until the calendar at the end of June, the blood stains were only a little on the edge, and both sides of the calendar paper were blank... There was also no writing.

I forced myself to brake the car.

It has been confirmed that it was not that the previous calendar was accidentally stained, but that Kuroro did not write today's letter!

No matter what kind of difficulties he encountered in the past six months, he never stopped writing to me.So now, in this situation, it is basically certain that something happened to him.

Don't, don't do this, don't... Just thinking that Kuroro might be injured, might... die, I, I want to scream in fear!Want to kill!

No no no, Chrollo will be fine!

With tears in my eyes, and trembling to comfort myself, I lay down on the ground and picked up the blood-stained calendars scattered all over the floor one by one, and my fingernails would uncontrollably scrape snow foam from time to time.

Gathering the calendars in order in their hands, it was obvious that the blood seeped into the calendar from the outside. The outermost pages of the beginning of June were completely stained, and the blood stained less towards the back.

I tried to comfort myself that it was probably not Kuroro's blood, but if he put the calendar in his clothes, the blood soaked the clothes after he was injured, and then soaked the calendar in the clothes, it is also possible.

What happened to him, what is the situation now? !

I can't wait to spread my wings and fly to the second district!

"What are you thinking about?" Yalin asked across the dining table. He reached out and took the bottle I handed him, and shook it in front of my eyes: "For the third time, I want black pepper, not salt!"

I wasn't thinking about the dinner table at all, I was startled by him, my hand shook, and the knife made a sharp noise on the plate.

"...The condition is so bad, is there someone dead in your family?" Yalin took back the bottle containing the salt and said meanly.

die!die!die!

His words were like a sharp knife, piercing into my chaotic mind.

"Don't talk nonsense—!" I screamed out of control.

I was startled by my piercing voice, and my reason returned instantly. I saw Yalin on the opposite side raised his eyebrows and looked at me in astonishment.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I put down my knife and fork and apologized desperately to him.

My throat was choked up, but the tears couldn't flow out, and the suppressed emotions rolled, making me sick from the throat.I tightly covered my mouth.

Yalin has always spoken harshly, and the dead in the family is just a metaphor. After all, there are still a few "family members" in Meteor Street. Most of his words are influenced by the outside world, and they are not even ugly on Meteor Street.

He just said it casually, who knows that it hurt me at this sensitive moment.

But it was too much for me to scream directly at the dinner table.

Obviously there is no definite news, just a stack of calendars stained red with blood, forcing me into this state, I also feel a little out of control.

"What's the matter with you? Has something happened to your family?" Yalin asked in a calm tone, even a little lenient.

I jumped off the chair and looked at him with my mouth covered and my eyes wide open. The corners of my eyes were hot and red, but my emotions were blocked in my heart and I couldn't cry.

"I'm sorry, my brother, maybe... I don't know!" I choked up and said dryly, "You leave the plate on the table and collect it when I come back. Just now, I'm so sorry..."

I covered my mouth, turned and rushed out.

Rushing out of the wooden house, it was already pitch black outside.

Fine snow floated in the air again, and the icy air was suddenly sucked into the nasal cavity and rushed into the windpipe, making me shiver from the inside out.My dying, overheated mind was thus cooled.

I opened my mouth wide, gulping down the cold and piercing air outside, almost masochistic - I urgently need to use this brutal and effective method to calm myself down!

With my eyes wide open, I looked towards the direction of the sea, but there was only complete darkness.

The sound of the tide seems to come from all directions.

After all, I still had a bit of sanity, and I didn't continue to run far beyond my own strength, just like I didn't rush to the second district regardless of the first time I got the news.

I kept telling myself it was okay and screaming in my head, but it didn't relieve my anxiety, worry and fear had overwhelmed me.

I want to scream so hard, hysterical, throat-splitting screams, the only way to vent my almost bursting emotions.

I heard myself screaming desperately in my mind, but in reality, I strangled my neck tightly, suppressing the screaming, and my throat could only make a gurgling sound, like a dying person.

My legs went limp, and I threw myself on the snow and vomited desperately, as if I wanted to vomit my soul out.

I couldn't eat dinner, and I didn't eat anything. At this time, I only vomited a little water and gastric juice at first, and then I couldn't stop retching.

I knelt in the snow, and ice slags kept falling on my face and head, but my face was flushed red and hot.Countless uncontrollable emotions stuck in my throat, forcing me to retch until I could expel those heavy things.

The burning pain ran down my esophagus, rose from my stomach, and I nearly suffocated as my fingers clawed painfully in the snow.

Why isn't Chrollo by my side?

Why am I not by his side? !

Where is he?Where is he?

I can't see him!I can not find him!

I'm not with him!

I can't help him!

I was on the verge of screaming, but no, even in this breakdown, I subconsciously remembered, almost hatefully, that I had to protect my throat.

I lay on the ground, buried my face in the cold fluffy snow, suffocated in the cold until my eyes were black.

I'm so scared!I'm so scared!

I'm afraid something really happened to him, just now!Right now!

Just out of my reach!

no no no!Where is he?Where is he?Where is he? ! !

I was going crazy with fear, and I was going crazy with anger, and I had no preparation or ability to bear any bad news that might happen!Crazy and chaotic thoughts kept fighting and roaring in my mind, I gasped in pain, the muscles on my face twisted, and only thin physiological tears oozed from the corners of my eyes, which were directly frozen by the snow.

I don't know how long it took, but I was still buried in the snow, moving like an ostrich, and my breathing, which was so chaotic to the point of madness, gradually calmed down.

I took a deep breath again, the backlog of emotions that almost erupted dissipated most of the previous toss, and the stiff back gradually relaxed.

I propped up my upper body, knelt on the ground, and slowly opened my eyes.

A faint light from a window behind illuminates a patch of snow at my feet.

I blinked, and saw tears falling down with a "click", making a round shallow pit on the snow.

Once the collapsed emotion subsides, it is like the tide leaving the beach without any attachment, and reason regains absolute dominance, like a reef washed by sea water, even cleaner and clearer than before.

I knelt on the ground, only wearing thin clothes, but I couldn't feel the cold in my body.A sharper cold rose from my heart, freezing my limbs and making me almost unable to breathe.

I stood up in such extreme cold and extreme sobriety, shook off the loose snow on my body, and walked back to the house with somewhat stiff steps.

Yalin sat on the sofa with his back to me, holding a square wine glass in his hand.I walked slowly past him, and he turned to look at me.

I went to the dining table first and put away the leftover cutlery and plates.

His hands were red from the cold, still trembling slightly.But the things that need to be tidied up are all called by Ling Ling, and I just need to throw them into the trash can.

When I did all this, my hand was stable again.

I walked across from Yalin, stood with my hands down, and my eyes happened to be level with him who was sitting.

"Yalin." My voice was dry, and I tried my best to keep calm. I asked him, "With my current strength, do you think I can go to the second district alone?"

Yalin looked at me with calm eyes.His facial features are almost gorgeous, once he is serious, he immediately gives people a cold and noble feeling, difficult to approach, but trustworthy.

"It depends on your determination." He said without any surprise.

"Pave a bloody road...at all costs." I almost gritted my teeth.

"Oh, then you can reach the second district in one day." Yalin nodded and said lightly.

I know what that means, and so does Yalin.Countless massacres along the way, regardless of the reason, and completely begging my life... I don't plan to take it back.

"But have you thought about the meaning of doing this?" Yalin asked again.He put the glass aside and looked at me intently.

I pursed my lower lip, the weakest point of my resolve.

"...Yes." I told myself to look him in the eyes without avoiding it, and told him, in fact, I told myself: "I don't know what happened to him, but he must be in danger. I To find him, no matter what the result is, I can't wait here and do nothing. He is still alive, I protect him, he... is dead, I collect his body and avenge him."

Thinking of the latter possibility, I was filled with sorrow and cruelty.That must be the death of many people, many talents.

"And then?" Yalin waited for me to finish speaking calmly, and pointed out coldly and sharply: "If he is already dead, you avenge him and take your own life? The pollution in the outer four districts is so serious that you can't Imagine, with your physique, if you walk in, you don't want to come out."

"I know." I said with a trembling voice, "but how can I bet? Unless he sends a message of safety, I can't guess anything. Is he dead or alive? Maybe I can save him if I go... ...I wouldn't bet on it."

Kurolo, he is so important to me.I smiled wryly in my heart, just for one possibility, I bet my life directly.

Maybe I should trust him, but I don't know what happened to him, how can I trust him?If you are human, you will die.He can still die behind me when I'm around, and when I'm not around...how do I know?

What if he still needs me?What if?

As long as he is alive.

Just thinking about the possibility of him dying takes my breath away with terror.The pain just makes me want to scream, but the fear makes me want to close my eyes.I haven't thought about how to go after losing Kurolo. I should think about it, but I can't do it now.

I can live without him, but if something happens to him while we're apart and I don't find him, then the rest of my life is over.

Since he was going to be found sooner or later, of course the sooner the better.

"It's just a life. It could be lost at any time. It's better to give it to him." I exhaled deeply and said at the same time.What a relief.

"In that case, why do you ask?" Yalin said.

"I have to tell you." I was a little dazed, then laughed and said, "It can be regarded as my last words."

Alin laughed too.He took the glass and raised it to me, wishing me good luck.

I don't know if it's because the people on Meteor Street have madness buried in their bones, and madmen can always understand each other.

Death, life, disciples.

That night, without giving myself a chance to toss and turn, I just took a sleeping pill.

——Even without this incident, I often rely on sleeping pills.The nightmares that came as expected every night, the canyon full of corpses that I couldn't get out of, the hopelessness of darkness, the suffocation of being chased, the severe pain of being broken all over my body... appeared in turn and tortured me repeatedly, making it difficult for me to sleep.

I think my dependence on Kuroro to such a morbid degree is probably also because my mental state itself is bad enough.

A night without dreams.

The next morning, the blaring alarm clock woke me up from a deathly black and peaceful sleep.

I sat up from the couch that basically belonged to me, and seeing the pale golden morning light coming in from the window, I was not without sadness and nostalgia.

Before I go, I have one last try.

...and give yourself one last chance.

"Give me the calendar for June [-]th, the one that belongs to Kuroro." I sat hugging the quilt, as if afraid of breaking something, whispered without hope.

A piece of calendar paper floated down, with black writing on it, piercing through the back of the paper.

"Ahhh--!"

Before I could see what was written on it, I screamed uncontrollably.

"It's so early in the morning, what the hell is your name!" The bedroom door was kicked open, and Yalin appeared in the doorway in pajamas.

I didn't care about him at all, I almost jumped up from the sofa, grabbed the thin and brittle calendar paper with a diving leap, pulled it to my eyes with trembling hands like Parkinson, and pulled the side with words written on it. Tucked into view.

I am Feitan.Kuroro was seriously injured and could not die.He just woke up once and asked me to write a letter for him, lest you worry.What is there to worry about?If he dared to run and take risks by himself, he would not die.Tsk, it's a mess here, I'm going to deal with the tail he brought, you can write it for you when he wakes up.

It's Feitan's letter.He said Kurolo was fine!

"He's fine!" My body softened, and I fell directly on the sofa, muttering, "Great, he's fine..."

"He's fine, he's fine! I don't have to go to the second district!" I suddenly jumped up on the sofa, jumping up and down like chicken blood, and screamed excitedly: "Great, he's fine! I don't have to go The second district! Haha he didn’t die, and my life was saved! Ah——!”

"Shut up if it's okay!" A pillow fell directly into my arms, and the momentum brought me backwards and fell into the sofa.I choked on my own saliva, and coughed in embarrassment, coughing and coughing, and the excitement of turning a corner was also receded.

I brushed away the messy black hair that was thrown by me, nestled in the same place, and stretched the letter paper in front of my eyes to read it carefully several times, and my heart that had been hanging all this time fell back to the original place.

Tsk tsk, I can imagine Feitan's disdainful squinting look when he wrote "What's there to worry about?" .

What about Kurolo?I was so hurt that I passed out!What a... idiot.Lying there with a pale face, with his eyes closed, he looked so obedient, innocent and ignorant, who would have thought that he would cause a lot of trouble... I hate it!It's too worrying!

I don't know where it hurt, it hurts so much.

... But if there is no major incident, I am lucky, I hope he is a Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death!

"I said... are you happy that he is not dead, or that you don't have to go to the second district?" Yalin leaned against the door and asked sharply.

I was stunned, and stuck the letter paper to my chest, and when I turned my head, I was still a little confused: "Is it all?"

Kuroro isn't dead - I don't have to go to Sector [-] to find him - and my life is safe.

"Isn't that the same thing?" I said to Yalin.

Yalin nodded and walked towards the sofa: "Since he's fine now, I'll say it." He looked at me with serious eyes: "You hang your life with another person's life .do you know what that means?"

I also frowned and thought about it, understanding what he wanted to say, but not quite understanding.

I patted the back of the sofa and said to him, "Want to chat?"

Yalin sat on the single sofa opposite, and I said to him: "I also only found out last night that my life was completely messed up when he had an accident... I also know that this may be a bit bad."

"You should really see what you looked like yesterday." Yalin said, "You depend on him to a morbid degree." He frowned very slightly, like a psychiatrist treating a difficult patient.

He asked: "Who is he to you? Is he a brother?"

"No...we are not related by blood." I was so cautious that I chose my words carefully, not just to tell Yalin, but actually a process of my reflection.

In a way, I need to confide.

I've always known I was dependent on Kuroro, but I've only just realized the extent of the problem.

"Actually, I also think that the relationship between brothers and sisters is not enough to describe the bond between us." I paused and chose the word bond.

"If I have to say it, I think it might be more appropriate to use twins." I thought about it, "We have been together since we were young, um... Ever since I opened my eyes on Meteor Street, the first thing I saw was He, the first person to speak was also him, and he was about the same. We have been together since then, and have never been apart, except this time."

I scratched my chin unconsciously, "I depended on him very much, at first it was only in action. He was very smart, calm, thoughtful, even to the point of being a little scary. At first we discussed it, but gradually, I I'm used to listening to him."

I embarrassedly admitted to Yalin: "He decides where to go next, and he stands in front of me in case of danger. I..." I said with a wry smile, "It seems that I am more protected as a companion."

"That's not the point."

After listening to me, Yalin commented rationally: "You follow him, but you haven't been raised yet. Your ability is really special. Even if he protects you, you are still in a cooperative relationship, and the division of labor is just different."

"If it's just what you said, even if you separated, it's just that the cooperation is over, and it's even easier for you to find someone else than him." Yalin said objectively, "That's not the reason why you rely on him so much."

I couldn't laugh or cry: "If all human feelings can be measured in this way, then there will be no worries, a balance can solve everything!"

"Okay, the next thing is the point." I changed my posture and tried to sit up straighter.

"Actually, it's me, I seem to have a problem." I was honestly frustrated by this, and I had to admit it discouragedly, "Psychological problems."

"I'll just say it." Yalin nodded and said, with a bit of self-satisfaction in his words.

I didn't have the heart to refute him, and focused on capturing the subtle and complex emotions in my heart, and said slowly: "I had amnesia when I was a child, and it was different from other children born and raised on Meteor Street. Of course, these are not reasons. The point is, I want There is something important."

I covered my heart, "This is empty, I want something to fill it. One person who cares, one is enough. I may not have thought so at first, but Kurolo walked in by himself. Then I just found that... this feeling is really good, and the whole person is heavy."

"Then, I can't quit now." I reluctantly pulled the corner of my mouth and said.

"That's a bit interesting." Yalin changed his posture and smiled.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous," I emphasized.

"I care too much about Kuroro. I don't remember how long I haven't thought about his death. Even my own death, I have envisioned countless times. On Meteor Street, living in danger, everyone is doing well ready to die at any moment. Yes I can, but...he can't."

I clutched the clothes on my chest, as if feeling the pain of suffocation again, "If he is dead and I am alive, what will happen to me?"

"I care too much about him—it's too dangerous, too dangerous," I murmured. "The stakes are too high. If I lose him, I'm going to lose. It's already..." I said with difficulty." It's out of control."

The problem was never that I would not be able to live without Kuroro, but that once I lost Kuroro, I would be seriously injured, as serious as cutting out most of my heart... I would not be able to bear it.

I gave too much emotion without knowing it, and I couldn't take it back, cut it off, and couldn't lose it.

I cared too much about him, too much to bear the slightest possibility of losing.He is also too important to me, so important that once I lose him, I can't even see where the road ahead is.

You care about a person, owning him is like owning the whole world.It's fine when we're together, but what if we lose it?Will the whole world collapse together?

"I don't want to do this." I murmured.

It's too dangerous.Also too heavy.

Worse than handing my life directly into his hands.

I can't live without him, and it fills me with a vague sense of dread.

"Well, you are really out of your mind." Yalin commented viciously.

I lifted my eyelids and glanced at him

"The question now is, what are you going to do?" He rubbed his chin and looked at me, as if interested in how I would deal with this predicament.

I hugged my legs and huddled up, put my chin on my knees, and looked at him lazily for a while, until he got impatient with waiting, and then dragged and said: "Nothing to do."

Do you think that emotional matters are as simple as killing someone?

It's hard to get overwhelmed.

"...that's it." I said to myself.

I was going to die generously last night, but I earned it today!

After all, he is still alive, and I am still alive, and we will still be together.As for the future, let's talk about it later.

Stretching out the head is a knife, retracting the head is also a knife, why not be happy first?

"You can't do this," Yalin said, frowning at me, "You are dangerous, not to you, but to the people around you. You are like an indeterminate|time|bomb|bomb, who dares to let you out ?”

I was in a bad mood, and I argued with him with drooping eyes: "Who is the bomb? I am obviously soft and cute."

Yalin sneered, and instead of fussing like I did, he said instead, "You should still be separated from him for a while. It's like rehab, nothing can't be overcome. Didn't the kid who beat the enemy keep trying to abduct you? Why don't you go with him."

"There is no second chance to leave Meteor Street like this." Yalin said to me kindly, "When you go to the outside world and look back, Meteor Street is as small as a sesame seed. At that time, you will feel that the original It's not too stupid to tie your future to one person."

"I don't want to tie my future to anyone." I retorted him seriously, "That's not the problem. The problem is... no matter how good the outside world is, it doesn't make sense to me."

"You want a sense of belonging?" Yalin said sharply.

"...Maybe." I frowned. I felt that his statement was not accurate, but I couldn't think of a more precise statement, so I reluctantly admitted it.

When I opened my eyes for the first time in the nursery school, my mind was empty, nothing important.I don't know what's wrong with it, but I do subconsciously need someone to care about, even if it's something worth doing my best to protect and care about.

If I had seen my predicament today at the beginning, I might not have indulged myself in such a dependence, but now, I have chosen Kuroro, and I am not willing to give up him to find another support. of.

That's Kurolo.

"Sooner or later you play yourself to death." Yalin said.

"Did you forget? If it wasn't for his good luck, I'd be on my way to death by now." I smiled heartlessly.

"I have seen too many lunatics, but you are still one of the unique ones." Yalin mocked with exclamation.

I turned my head and thought about it, and told him: "I remember hearing a saying that falling in love with someone is like having armor and weakness at the same time."

"I put on my armor and try my best to protect my weakness. At least until he is pierced or I fall... I am indestructible." I tilted my head and smiled.

Yalin snorted, as if convinced.

In other words, after confirming that I was terminally ill, he gave up treatment.

"The last question." He said, "You treat him like this, how can he treat you?" He smiled coldly: "The more difficult the place is, the more frequent betrayal and killing. Maybe you are just wishful thinking, How would you handle yourself then?"

I was startled.

"Did you misunderstand something? Or you think too much." I said to him, "I said I didn't tie my future to anyone. Life and life can't be confused."

"Don't think it's so complicated." I said frankly, "He won't betray me, and I won't betray him, it's as simple as that."

The author has something to say: This chapter is very important, but just listen to what Lydia said.What she said was sincere, but not necessarily accurate.The next chapter of Kuroro is coming, and the next chapter is on August [-]st.

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And then, a very, very sorry decision to everyone.I will be updating weekly in August.

Weekly, weekly, weekly. [Say the important thing three times]

I know that everyone is looking forward to the following plot, and I am under a lot of pressure to make this decision, and I am very sorry.Apologies to everyone here! ! !

Just like dealing with Lydia's long speech in this chapter, we often judge a person or an event not by what she says, but by how she does it.So the fact is that I failed a lot of people's expectations, and I probably don't have to explain it, and I'm ready for disappointment and blame.Still really, really sorry.

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If you are willing to listen to my reasons, it is still a cliché-I want to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination in December.

In fact, when I opened this pit last year, I was not ready for the postgraduate entrance examination (although I have been preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination since then, but I also insisted on rhythmic updates). Of course, this is not my excuse, but a premise-I am not irresponsible. pit.

I started to write the second part throughout July (the second part and the first part are completely coherent, I really felt that there was no need to disconnect at the time, so I opened a new pit directly), and with the support and encouragement of so many friends, on the one hand, I feel that I am happy and honored, but on the one hand, I also feel that I cannot live up to the pressure of everyone.So although it is updated every other day in July, there are still a lot of words, which means a lot of time and energy. I can say that I did my best.

Then when it came to August, I thought I need to step on the brakes. After all, the postgraduate entrance examination in December is a fixed timeline, and I am now ready to sprint.Regarding the postgraduate entrance examination, in fact, I don't think that one exam can determine anything (life trajectory and the like are all nonsense), and I don't take it too seriously, but since I want to do it, I should go all out.Well that of course means a lot of time and effort.Two equally demanding tasks collided, and I had to make a choice.

And my consideration is that I still have one, two, or three years in the future to write novels (I will finish writing this story no matter how long it is), and this is the only half year that I need to struggle for the postgraduate entrance examination.The sprint stage before the college entrance examination is actually a very exciting and enjoyable process. I missed it once before the college entrance examination, and I don’t want to miss this again (the failures in the past are not for the sake of sympathy).

Writing without a time limit makes way for the postgraduate entrance examination with a time limit. This is my decision.Doing the right thing at the right time is the right decision.

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Ok, am I taking it too seriously?Don't be afraid, think about the good news-I promise: I won't cheat, I won't cheat, I won't cheat. [Say important things three times]

Also, I still have a save - which means that even if I'm completely disconnected from the Internet in August (yes, I completely disconnected from the Internet addicted girl), I still have updates!

Although it's a weekly update, I'll tell you those who read the manuscript, it's really sweet, sweet, sweet. 【Important things to say three times】

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Finally, a message to readers:

August [-]st is the long-awaited reunion, you can still wait for this.For the next weekly update, if you can’t wait for the suggestion, you can put it aside (it’s really sweet to regret it if you don’t read it), after all, I know the pain of waiting for the update (sorry again).But friends who want to read it in the future suggest you [Favorite], otherwise I am afraid you will forget me TAT~ I cherish every reader who likes this article, we all love this story.You are my driving force, I really love you!

Apologies to everyone again!But pay attention, I really haven't interrupted the update, it's just that the interval has been lengthened-weekly update, I still hope that you can accompany me.mwah!

2016/07/30by Meng Shu