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

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——Meng Shu

When I woke up the next day, I got bad news first—the little girl that the big guy was carrying died before dawn this morning.

Antipyretics and water didn't do much, and the high fever claimed her fragile life.

"It's pollution." When I woke up, I heard Kuroro whispering, "There are many such cases in the second district. Has she never been out of the thirteenth district?"

"Yes," said the big man, with a hoarse voice, "the previous employer, Meimei's father, installed the most advanced air purification system in the villa. It was originally for her own benefit, but unexpectedly it made her unable to adapt to the outside world. Environment. I've been wrapping her up all the time, but I didn't expect it to be..."

"Tang Ye can only resist the more serious smog and radiation. You still have to adapt to such ordinary turbid air..." Ku Luoluo closed his voice.

He lowered his head and said to me, "Did you wake up?"

I opened my eyes and blinked vigorously, and the first thing I saw was the sky that was just getting brighter, the color between indigo and orange, which made me feel sad and hopeful at the same time.

Kuroro was sitting on the ground leaning on the low pile of rubbish, and I curled up and slept next to him, probably because of the cold, I bent myself into an awkward position and leaned against him as much as possible, and my whole body was stiff and painful in sleep.

I climbed up clumsily, was lifted by him and sat down, and responded with a slow "hmm".

Only then did I realize that although my throat was still sore, I was able to make broken sounds after all, and my mind became clear in the cold morning air—everything was recovering.

Kuroro also noticed it. He first stretched out his hand to touch my forehead, then asked me to open my mouth to look at it, and said, "The fever is gone, and the swelling in my throat has also subsided a lot. It seems to be getting better soon."

He looks like a decent doctor.

I smiled at him and felt much better myself.Kuroro didn't smile, he looked at me with those pure black eyes, and stroked my hair again, looking very serious.

Thinking of the conversation I heard when I woke up, I suddenly understood Kuroro's worry.

As we mentioned before, the second district is the "dead district" in the minds of most people on Meteor Street - because the environment is so harsh, only those who have been sentenced to felony exile or have nowhere to go in other districts Desperadoes would risk their lives to come to the Second District.

Severe pollution is only the first hurdle, followed by deadly poisonous haze and radiation, as well as extremely scarce resources and the ensuing killings... The Meteor Street people who put all their eggs in one basket and entered the second district will survive in the end. Not one.

Turning my gaze, I could easily see the big man sitting opposite, the little girl who was originally in his arms had been placed upright on the open space in front of him, her hands were stiffly clasped in front of her, the little red dress was dazzling .

Just like now, it is to adapt to the harsh environment of the second district...

She is dead and I am alive.

With some awkwardness, I looked away from the pale face of the corpse, and held Kuroro's hand hanging by his side, but he firmly grasped it back.

I moved my swollen throat and wanted to say "I'm fine", but I could only squeeze out one word in the dry pain like a knife: "Thirst."

"...Let's go. It's time for us to set off. Go ahead and find water for you." Kuroro pulled me to stand up and decided.

I nodded and followed him out of the garbage pile where we temporarily lived last night.The big man also stood up—compared to us, he was as tall as a mountain—first he punched the rubbish all over the ground, smashing the ground into a shallow pit with a diameter of more than one meter.

I was stunned by the movement he made, and I turned around to see that he was putting the body of the little girl in the red dress into the pit, and then buried it with the rubbish on both sides without hesitation.

I thought this method of burial was a bit strange, and for a moment I thought maybe I could give him a coffin, but of course it was just a thought.After all, people are dead, so it doesn't matter.

According to Kuroro, we have already entered the scope of the second district, and now we are going deeper into the central area.Different from the garbage hills treated in the inner fourth district, the further we went to the second district, the steeper the garbage hills on both sides became. We walked along the vague path zigzagging, almost like weaving through a jungle of garbage.

Walking on such a road, the narrow field of vision makes it easy to feel depressed, and it is taken for granted that the enemies that may appear on the opposite side and on both sides at any time also need to be more vigilant.

Kuroro led the way, pulling me around in a certain direction, and the big man - Kuroro called him Franklin - walked beside us.

While walking, Kurolo and Franklin exchanged a few words of information.

From these information, I heard that Franklin had offended the [-]th District and had to escape to the [-]nd District.The little girl named Meimei was the daughter of his former employer. The employer died in the power struggle in the thirteenth district. He escaped with the young lady out of loyalty.

Unexpectedly, the little girl died.

Franklin was hunted down by the thirteenth district, it seems that it is not because of an orphan who doesn't understand anything.I guess he still holds something coveted in his hands.

But that's none of our business.

In short, the conclusion is that Franklin is going to hide in the second district to avoid the limelight, and Kuroro seems to have invited him to hang out with us before.

He agreed.

So it's a companion for now.

As we walked, we occasionally ran into people picking things up in the trash.

Most of these people are skinny, with dirty faces that cannot be seen clearly, hunched over, rummaging for something on the towering garbage mountain.Seeing us, they put on an evasive posture from a distance, almost becoming one with the garbage.

Kurolo said that this is only the periphery of the second district, and there will be settlements of scavengers in remote places.They are all just ordinary people, stranded near the inner four districts to make a living by picking up leaks. Once such a life passes, it may be for generations.Going further in, there are gradually dense external garbage dumping points. Surrounding the garbage thrown by airships, large and small wild forces are intertwined - that is the conventional ecological circle of the second district, which is more bloody and more lively.

When we passed the stronghold of the first small faction, Kuroro showed me the way of survival in the second district...one of them.

Observing the semi-circular rubbish depression from the top of the mountain, Kurolo and Franklin exchanged glances, jumped out almost simultaneously, stepped on the rolling rubbish and swooped down, like two tigers descending the mountain, rushing forward without fear. Entered the stronghold below.

There was no gunfire or screaming, and the silent fighting unfolded at my feet. I squatted on the top of the mountain and watched it, like a distant silent movie.

After a few screams of dying, the small force of more than a dozen people was wiped out.

Kurolo and Franklin divided the left and right halves, gathered the food and water they needed, held them in their arms, and walked towards me stepping on the garbage mountain.

"Water." Kuroro handed me a bottle of mineral water with two-thirds left.

I saw that there was still in his arms, so I hurriedly took it and poured it down my throat until the cold liquid made my belly swell, and then I stopped in satisfaction.

"So happy!" I cleared my throat with tears of emotion, and whispered.

While I was drinking water, Kuroro exchanged a bag of instant noodles and Franklin for a small piece of bread with complete wrapping paper, took away the water bottle I had left from drinking with one hand, and handed me the bread with the other.

I took it and squeezed it, and the touch still remained a little soft.Unwrapping the wrapping paper, the golden color makes the index finger move.My stomach was burning with hunger, and I couldn't help swallowing saliva.

Instead of standing dumbly on the top of the mountain as a living target, we hurried back to the road and continued on our way.

"Why don't you eat it?" Kuroro asked me after he gnawed hard on a piece of blackened and hard round bread and swallowed it with difficulty.

"I'm afraid you are not enough." I looked at him helplessly and said.The family just now was very poor, and Kurolo and Franklin shared it equally, so there was nothing left.

At this time, of course, we must first eat the main combat power, and I'm not stupid.

Kuroro was stunned for a moment, with a very gentle look on his side face, and he said nonchalantly: "If you let you eat, you can eat, think so much."

"We'll be there soon," he added. "If we don't find any other fat sheep, we'll go back to the base to search for Feitan's inventory."

He said it so easily that I couldn't help but pursed my lips and laughed.I ate the bread in two bites. Seeing that Kuroro was still struggling with the piece of black bread, I blinked and leaned over to kiss him on his bulging cheek.

It was inconvenient for Kuroro to talk while eating, so he turned his head and gave me a white look.When I think about the days to come, I feel relaxed and excited, my face is flushed with joy, and I feel a little embarrassed to make a fuss out of a molehill.

"Just now, you killed them all." I turned my eyes to find a topic, "Is this the case in the second district?"

I can clearly see from the above that there are many people on the other side after all, and Kurolo and Franklin are extremely brave. A few of them were scared and fled when they came up, but they were caught by Kurolo and killed before leaving the col.

"No." Kuroro finished eating the bread, heard the words and thought for a while, then said nonchalantly: "I'm used to it."

I choked on the rest of my emotions about "Isn't everyone going to kill everyone like this so that the second district will be deserted soon?"

Get used to it...

I looked at Kuroro's white cheeks that weren't even stained with blood, and changed the subject casually: "When will we arrive? Give me some more water."

Taking care of my speed, we walked for about two or three hours, and Kurollo finally announced that we were approaching.

The stronghold where more than 20 people settled down is a garbage mountain col similar to the one we took away before, but it is bigger. It is said that there are police posts at intervals on the high garbage ridges around the circle. There are people on duty.

When I was about to walk in, I thought I would see Feitan, Maggie, and Pike who I had never seen before... I was a little more nervous than the nostalgia, and I couldn't help but tightly clutched Kuroro's fingers, pulling him to slow down pace.

"Are you still shy?" Kurolo sneered, and pulled me across the mountain with big strides.

Suddenly bright.

There is an oval-shaped flat land about the size of a football field, and there is a simple shed in the middle, connected with high and low ones, and the inside is so dark that you can't see clearly.There were a few sporadic people walking around on the flattened garbage ground. When we passed by, we only cast an indifferent look, as if the well water did not interfere with the river water.

Kuroro led us around a small half circle before walking in between the two pillars that were not considered doors.

It is said to be a shed, but it is actually just a room similar to Datongpu. Inside, there is a narrow wooden bed between two pillars. A wrinkled sheet.Needless to say, this must be the place to sleep.

It is ventilated in all directions, it is not so much a room as a place, it is not small, and it is extremely empty, it is clear at a glance-no one.

"It seems to have gone out." Kuroro said.

"Do you want to look for it?" He said to himself, and seemed to be asking me.

"I'm exhausted." I didn't care about him, and let go of my buttocks and sat on the door panel on the ground - I kept walking all the way, and now I don't own two legs.

"I said to carry you, but you refused." Kuroro stroked his chin, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not forget to answer while wandering.

I made a face at him, beat my sore legs, wished I could roll on the ground with my head in my arms.

"Kurolo, are you back?" A man appeared at the door against the light.

"What's the matter?" Kuroro said sideways.

From my point of view, the delicate lines on the side of his face seemed to suddenly become cold and hard, and even the tone of his voice exuded an aura of iron and blood.

Just one person, one word.

"The boss in the west asked you to come back and find him." The man said briefly.

Kuroro nodded, the man hesitated for a moment, and left.

I don't know if I was overthinking it, but he seemed a little afraid of Kuroro and avoided it.

Kuroro turned his head and said to Franklin who was standing next to him: "This area is our territory. You can sleep wherever you want, and find what you need by yourself."

The big man nodded calmly: "I'll go around."

After dismissing him, Kuroro looked down at me.I also supported my knees and looked up at him with my face up.

"Back, or sit and rest for a while?" He asked.

I smiled and held out my hands to him.

Leaving the col on Kuroro's back, I put my chin, which had been thinned out in just two days, against his shoulder, and said softly, "I'm hungry."

I drank all the water on the way, and a piece of bread the size of a palm couldn't fill my stomach at all.

"This is not a safe place." Kuroro muttered.

"Fitan took his stock. Or should we go to him first?" he suggested.

"Is it easy to find? Forget it, let's go to your business first." I said, forget it if you can't use the language, and being hungry is also a life experience.

"Can I ask what his inventory is?" I asked curiously.

"Beef jerky, probably." Kuroro said.

"By the way, I still have candies." I suddenly thought, reached out my hand and touched in my pocket, there were five or six hard fruit candies.

It was the leftover from eating in District [-].

"There's still chocolate, but it's all melted into water." I said as I took out two candies, bright glass candy wrappers, only the size of fingernails.

"Eat?"

I hugged Kuroro's neck with one hand, peeled off the candy wrapper with one hand, stuffed it into Kuroro's mouth first, and then fed myself another one.Although it's nothing but a taste, it's sweet to the heart.

"Lemon flavor." Kuroro said softly.

"Well, mine is grape flavored."

I touched one pocket with my backhand, then touched the other side, and sure enough, several pea-sized candies were stuck in the gap of the pocket.

"One, two, three... There are still six in total." I counted for Kuroro, "It will be gone after eating."

"There will be more," he said.

The so-called "big brother in the west" lives at the foot of a very high garbage mountain. Compared with our shack that barely shelters from the rain and has no wind at all, it is a well-regulated two-story wooden house, although the house is made of plywood or something. The colors are very ugly, but when it is built in front of a mountain of garbage, it looks magnificent in an instant.

It is different to be the boss. We are far away, and there are patrolling people who will stop us.

Kuroro was still carrying me behind his back, and that very capable man stretched out his hand and half blocked us in front of us, followed by two people, looking at his posture, he still wanted to ask what the body search was about.

Kuroro stood still and looked at him sideways... The man was scared.

Until I got to the wooden house, Kuroro put me down, and I was still smiling with my head down——Kuroro's skin was very fair, and his eyes were very big and dark, and his eyes were full of momentum and steady.If he deliberately glared at others, it would be really dark and gloomy, like a ghost child, I'm not afraid that you won't get chills behind.

Anyway, the boss in the southeast and northwest, it seems that my boss is more powerful.

I was thinking wildly, and Kurolo had already pulled me into the two-story wooden house.

The wooden house looks spacious, but the living room is not very big. A burly man sitting on a single sofa, together with seven or eight strong men behind him, filled the entire space to the brim, forcing us in front of us like a wall.

In full view, I held Kuroro by the corner of his clothes and shrank behind him, pretending to be his shadow.

The boss on the west side is still chattering with Kurolo: "...I knocked out that bastard on the south side, and I have to clean up the rest of the dregs. I sent someone to find you before I realized that you were out of the second district... This is you spoils of war?"

He tore off the cigarette from his mouth and pointed at me with the butt.

...pretending not to exist.

Kuroro blocked it, "We agreed, I've already been paid." Kuroro said.

The man snorted obscenely, which meant a lot.

"So the two are settled. I don't think you still need to find me." Kuroro said calmly.

"This chick is a top quality." The man bit his cigarette butt again, squinted his eyes, and looked over Kuroro to see me, with a biting chill.

"Sometimes I really admire you, boy, you have to go ahead of others in everything." He said slowly, "Scheming, force, subordinates... Now there are women. How old are you?" He snorted and laughed, " Although I don't know what your ability is, but looking at those big guys in the second district, at your age, I dare say that none of them can reach your level..."

"I don't believe you don't have further ambitions." Finally, the rough-looking guy asserted in a deep and seductive tone.

Unmoved, Kuroro calmly raised his head and looked at him: "It's all my business."

The man smiled with the corner of his mouth crooked, looked at Kuroro with a good eye, slowly pulled the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth, threw it directly on the ground, and crushed it.

I almost thought it was going to start.

Scratching the corner of Kuroro's clothes, I stared at his shoulder, thinking quickly if I use the most powerful move, can I help Kuroro kill everyone around here?

I'm not boasting, if the trick of killing Posyruc can be replicated successfully, the effect of the group attack will definitely be better than that of Kuroro's Thousand Miles of Frozen.

Threatening Kuroro, right?

Don't even want to live.

I don't know what happened when I was in a daze... Kuroro and the boss in the west exchanged eyes, anyway, he turned around, pulled the corner of his clothes out of my palm, took my hand and turned and walked out Go, step steadily.

"Precious metals can't hide their brilliance." The person behind said leisurely, "I'm not the only one who has taken a fancy to you, I just made the first move. When it's the turn of those guys, you may still have the toughness you have today."

"What's more, you have found such a big weakness for yourself."

It wasn't until we walked out of the sphere of influence of the two-story wooden house and there was no one around that I came back to my senses and asked Kurolo in amazement: "Is my weakness? I'm a dragger?"

"Yes, you are an oil bottle." Kuroro said leisurely, with a hint of a smile.

"...Okay, I'm Tuoyouping." I sighed and confirmed the role I was going to play.

In the end, I couldn't help but burst out laughing with a "puchi", I grabbed his hand and shook it, "I'm an oil bottle, so you have to take care of yourself."

Is this just called Feng Shui turns?

"One meal a day." Kuroro said decisively.

After being blind for a while, the two of them laughed together, and Kuroro went around and took me to see the place where the supplies were exchanged.Before going to the end, I ran into a group of people who were going back to the stronghold.

A half-grown boy with dark blue short hair so dirty that it was almost black, his beautiful face was also black and gray, only a pair of golden eyes were still shining as before, as if melted by distorted sunlight.

He walked in the front, holding a shrunken sack in one hand and a slender iron rod in the other. As he walked, the smell of blood rushed to his face... the same as that condensed on the skirt of his clothes and the iron rod.

The girl with short purple hair followed behind him, with a cool expression on her equally dirty face, with a straight face and stubborn and indifferent eyes.Beside her, the girl with blond hair was more than half a head taller than her, with a slightly hooked nose and tight corners of her mouth that seemed inaccessible, but she was very gentle when she smiled from the side.

We walked face to face with them like this, and everyone was stunned for a moment.