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

In the blink of an eye, the autumn wind gradually rises, the jackdaws gather, and Meteor Street enters another autumn and winter.

I, Kurolo, Feitan, Maggie, Pike, Franklin and Xia Ke, we left the South Branch and followed Nobunaga Wojin back to their hometown, where we have lived for more than a month.

This is an inconspicuous village huddled in the depths of the rubbish mountain. It is located in the most desolate area of ​​the second district, next to the abandoned and uninhabited first district.There are many villages like this along the border between the second district and the first district.

People in the village have settled down for generations and make a living by picking up recyclable garbage from the surrounding garbage mountains. Compared with the way of life in the center of the second district, which is full of scrambling for fresh garbage, this place is more barren and desolate, but it is also relatively quiet and peaceful.

It is said to be a stockade, but it is actually a shanty house built along a ravine made of rubbish - simple plastic, wooden boards and rusty iron rods to build a shanty with air leakage on all sides. This is the most precious treasure handed down from generation to generation assets.Because the radiation here is quite severe, drinking water and food are very difficult, so the average life expectancy is short and the death rate is extremely high.

"Hey, you two, wake up!"

Without a door, the rusted copper pipe standing outside became like a house number. Feitan stood outside and kicked hard on the copper pipe, causing the connected roof to tremble, and the dust washed down.

On the only plank bed in the room, Kuroro and I were like two young birds that hadn't shed their fluff, huddling together head to head and sleeping soundly. We were woken up by Feitan's rough cry, and reluctantly set off With one eyelid, buttocks pouted and head buried, refusing to get up.

Gradually entering autumn and winter, the weather turns colder, not only the dawn is later than before, but sleeping next to each other warmly every day has also become the happiest moment - so Kuroro and I have become difficult to get up, and we are constantly being beaten by Feitan every day. Patiently came to the door to wake up, eating the dust and stinky face he kicked down.

When Kuroro and I got up with sleepy eyes, muttered about washing up, beat and played with each other, and finally packed up and walked outside the shed, we saw Feitan and the knight waiting there in high spirits——

Fei Tan stood with arms folded and his expression was indifferent, knowing that we were not fully awake yet, so he didn't want to talk to us at all.But the chivalrous man didn't know enough about it, so he complained in a youthful way: "Do you want to look like you can't wake up every day? Tomorrow is late, and the time is delayed every day."

Kuroro got up a little bit annoyed, pursed his lips and walked forward on his own, the stupid hair on the top of his head curled up and down with the steps, very ostentatious.Because I was greedy for the warmth of his palm, I trotted two steps to follow, yawned, and dragged my voice without looking back: "Winter can never get enough sleep... how do you know that no one warms your bed!"

……

Because materials are hard to find, most of the spare huts in the village are dilapidated and small, and the partners have to live separately.Fortunately, they are not far away from each other, but they have become addicted to being neighbors.

Fei Tan and Xia Ke live on our right side. Now when we come out, the four of us will walk along the shallow undulating rubbish hills to the gate of the stockade on the left.

March and Pike came out of the first shed they passed.

Madge pursed her lips, but she didn't seem to be awake, her eyes were half-closed and she stretched her hands behind her head to braid her hair.Pike walked beside her, carrying an empty basket in his hand, with soft blond hair hanging on his shoulders, and greeted us with a smile: "Good morning!"

It was indeed early, not long after the sun came out, the clear but not warm sunlight fell down, the air was full of the unique cool smell of early morning, and the surroundings were quiet.

It was so remote that even crows refused to come and go.

The six people got together and continued to move forward, passing a few houses of the villagers themselves. There was a shallow depression in the garbage mountain, and there stood a two-story wooden building with a roof, walls, and doors, which was higher than our shack. How many!

The door of the wooden building was pushed open with a "creak", and Nobunaga came out with two samurai knives on his waist and long hair, and said lazily, "You guys are early!"

Fei Tan snorted coldly, and I smiled, and saw behind Nobunaga, Wo Jin's big man came out from inside, and when he stepped out the door, he yawned earth-shatteringly, and a bean-sized tear came out of the corner of his eye, and muttered: "I don't understand you guys!" What are you doing so punctually every day... There is nothing to pick up when you go out."

"Life lies in movement." Another big man walked out of the small two-story wooden building, and Franklin said, "Besides, you and Nobunaga fought too late last night."

Marge snickered with a "puchi".

"Let's go." Kuroro said in a low voice, turned around first with his hands in his pockets, and continued walking on the main road.I saw that his upper and lower eyelids were still fighting, and followed him worriedly and amusedly.

Walking to the exit of the Garbage Valley is the gate of the village, which is simply erected with three wooden sticks of different thicknesses.When we got here, the number of people gradually increased.

On the first day when we first arrived in the village, we followed Wojin Xinchang, who swaggered and carried big and small bags (robbed on the road), into the gate, and we were immediately warmly welcomed by the villagers squatting here——

It's hard to imagine that in perhaps the most barren and cruel Meteor Street in the world, in the barren and cruel second district, in the most barren and cruel edge area, the people living here still retain the most honest optimism and enthusiasm!

Like every closed mountain village with a strong rural style, the folks are telling each other——

"Village chief! Nobunaga Wojin is back!"

"You brats, are you still alive?"

"Whoa, whoa! Mom, come out! It's time to share things again!"

"Hey, come and see, the little monster Wojin has grown taller again!"

……

Nobunaga Wo Jin smiled, called out everyone's name familiarly, and said hello all the way to the wooden building where they lived in the past:

"The village chief, we are back! Do you miss us?"

"Roll! Who cares? Keep things!"

"Hey, old one! Where's your sophomore?"

"He died two years ago."

"Oh, I just left not long ago. Where's Xiaosan?"

"Little San is still lying on the bed, enough for you to see each other for the last time!"

……

"Stop chatting about Wojin, let's go! Village chief, where is my master?"

"Nobunaga, your master, died half a year ago. Before he died, he said that the wooden building will be left to you, and a knife will also be left to you."

"Oh. The old man is really dead."

"He asked us to cremate the body... For the sake of so much food in the wooden building, I put the ashes in the threshold for you."

What Master Nobunaga left him was the only high-end two-story wooden building in the village. We followed him and found the earth-colored earthen jar containing the ashes of Master on the inside of the threshold, and saw the letter with the ashes on the wall directly opposite the entrance. The almost identical black and white sheath long and narrow samurai | warrior | sword that I used to.

Nobunaga took the knife off the wall and slowly pulled it away. The blade that was unsheathed inch by inch reflected the extremely cold and bright snow light, and it was obviously kept extremely sharp.

We come as guests, unlike Wo Jin who looked around in the wooden building excitedly and nostalgicly, standing at the entrance and watching Nobunaga hold the sword in silence for a while, the atmosphere was extremely quiet for a while.

On the way here, we have already heard Nobunaga Wojin talk about their life experiences.

Wo Jin was born and raised in the village. Because he was born much larger than ordinary babies, his mother barely gave birth to the baby and died.Wo Jin was born naked and helpless, and it stands to reason that he could not survive at all.However, the village head at the time saw that the baby had sound limbs, flexible and powerful, and was more than 01:30 stronger than other babies.

Wojin ate a hundred meals like this until he was three years old.Everyone in the village is poor and has never had the concept of having enough to eat. The only thing that can give Xiaowo gold is a little bit of rainwater leftovers that barely survive.Even so, by the time Wojin was three years old, he was already bigger than other five-year-old children, and he could run, jump, and have great strength.Since he could talk and run, Wojin helped the people in the village with work. At first, he just did odd jobs and ran errands. Later, he started to pick up waste in the garbage mountain outside like an adult—by the time Wojin was ten years old. , he is already the most capable scavenger in the village, and his daily harvest is worth the sum of all the others!

Raising the big nest gold became the most proud achievement of the old village head.Wo Jin has been picking up waste in the stockade until he was 13 years old, and then went to the central area with his little friend Nobunaga. When he was a fledgling, he provoked his elder sister ignorantly, but was spotted by the elder sister and joined the South Branch.

Unlike Wo Jin, Nobunaga was brought from outside the village by his master, and he was just a baby when he first arrived.Nobunaga's master didn't talk about the past, and Nobunaga felt that his master, including him, should have come from outside Meteor Street.

——So Nobunaga is different from us Meteor Street natives. He has a surname, and his full name is Nobunaga Hatsama.

According to Xinchang, his master was a sloppy old man who only drank, was drunk all day long, and was in a state of desolation; according to people in the village, Nobunaga's master was a very powerful warrior who lived in seclusion here, with two sharp long spears on his waist. Knife, he refuses to make a move easily, but is invincible when he makes a move.

All in all, even though Nobunaga said he disliked his master in every possible way, he was still raised by that "dead old man" with a mouthful of wine and food, and he also learned a lot of skills.Because of a famous teacher and a great apprentice, when Nobunaga is seven or eight years old and achieves a little success, the only one in the village who can play with him without losing the wind is Wo Jin, who is one year younger than him.After that, Wo Jin often shamelessly (he said) listened to Nobunaga's master when he was instructing Nobunaga to practice kung fu, so he started to learn martial arts; as soon as Nobunaga finished his homework, he followed Wo Jin and rushed outside to pick up waste and play , to accumulate practical experience.The two were inseparable all day long, and forged a deep friendship.

Nobunaga became a teacher three years ago, and he and Wojin went to the central area to venture into the central area. His master stayed alone in the village, guarding the small wooden building and drinking a little wine every day. I don’t know how leisurely life is (Xinchang’s words) ... Anyway, at that time, Master was still alive.

Suddenly, Nobunaga laughed.

He put the knife into the sheath with a "swish" and unceremoniously put it on his waist. He raised his head and laughed wildly: "The stinky old man used to be stingy and refused to give me the knife. Isn't it in my hands now? Wow Ha ha ha ha!"

No matter how many winds and rains I have experienced in the past three years, I am finally returning home now.

Nobunaga Wojin, who returned to the stockade, rejoined the ranks of scavengers with a little nostalgia for reliving his old dreams.We are also joining together.

When it comes to picking up waste, we have to talk about the history of Meteor Street.

The location of the stockade is at the junction of the first and second districts of Meteor Street, just off the second district.The reason why this place is said to be the most barren and desolate is because it is adjacent to the first district.

District [-] was not actually called District [-] at first, it was called Meteor Street.

That's where the original trash drop off is.

Meteor Street faces the sea on one side and is surrounded by desert on three sides. It was originally an uninhabited desert.Later, I don’t know when and who started (note: about 500 years ago), this place became a garbage disposal site for surrounding countries, and no one lived there for a long time.

Later, a certain dictator used it as a place of exile for apartheid.The group of exiles who were initially regarded as garbage and unfit to live on other continents survived with their bare hands in the endless garbage dumps, and gradually established the prototype of today's Meteor Street.

After decades of hard struggle, the initial political organization of Meteor Street was established, and people began to move out of the garbage dump in a planned way, migrate to the nearby wasteland, and build a town that is more suitable for living.That was the embryonic form of today's thirteen districts and the council.

At this time, the garbage is still continuously thrown into the original location, which is the first area.The trash there is still the only way for survivors of Meteor Street to survive.Searching, scrambling, cooperating, betraying... A piece of moldy bread can detonate a war.That was the original brand of Meteor Street people, the barrenness and cruelty that still flow in the blood.

Later, with the passage of time, the people here thrived, and it was not enough to maintain the survival of tens of thousands of people just relying on the garbage discarded by the outside world.So the savage and tenacious Meteor Street people began to seek their own way out—the way they finally found was to establish their own garbage disposal industry.

At that time, Meteor Street was already the final destination of the world's garbage, and just digging out the part that could be used directly was tantamount to returning to Baoshan empty-handed.It is necessary to classify the garbage, recycle and disassemble various basic elements, and then combine them into the materials we need-brand-new products that belong to Meteor Street people themselves!

Upholding this belief is the arduous exploration, struggle and struggle of generations of Meteor Street people.Factories for garbage recycling have sprung up one after another. From the initial simple workshops to processing plants with a certain area and technical content, to today's mature assembly line industrial clusters, it is a period of countless blood and sweat. , The history of countless suppressions, resistance and compromises is the painful and gorgeous transformation of Meteor Street.

The prototype of District Nine, District Ten, District Eleven, and District Twelve.

At this time, because of a unified government, a million-level population, and its own industry, Meteor Street can finally make its own voice in the world—we are not shady mice hiding in garbage dumps!Even if it cannot be recognized politically, even the location of Meteor Street is still marked on the map as a barren land, but economic exchanges and secret agreements have begun to be reached, which is still an epoch-making memory of Meteor Street.

For the first time ever, trash, at our beck and call.Just like today, the garbage transported by airships from all over the world is strictly divided into areas for disposal. According to regions, countries, types and materials of garbage, the new garbage mountains—the same as the previous hundreds of years—are rising. However, it is completely different from before. While the garbage is falling, the well-trained Meteor Street people swarm up to sort and recycle the garbage accurately and efficiently. blood.

At first it was purely manpower, then there was mechanical handling, and later even the staff who went deep into the garbage mountain were equipped with white protective clothing and helmets to protect the human body from the poisonous gas produced by the garbage—in the garbage dump After hundreds of years of fighting, this protection is late.

The new garbage is uniformly put into the second, third and fourth districts.

At this time, the original original garbage disposal point has become a district.

In the first area, various types of garbage are mixed together. After hundreds of thousands of years of deposition and corrosion, the bottom layer has become completely indistinguishable from the surface, while those above are constantly rotting, fermenting, and volatilizing, forming a terrible In the biogas area, tens of thousands of harmful substances are mixed and mutated, and the air is filled with toxins that are extremely harmful to the human body.

What is even more frightening is that in the past 100 years, due to the rapid progress of human science, a large amount of chemical waste containing highly toxic and intense radiation has been discharged to Meteor Street in accordance with the agreement. The council has no choice but to choose a deserted area as the discharge point. As a result, Area [-] became a forbidden zone for life with strong radiation and pollution, and the last survivors were forced to evacuate, and the birds disappeared.

Also because the radiation and pollution in the first district are extremely harmful to the human body, the second district adjacent to the first district has also become the most inhabited area with the worst environment, and even gradually become the "death zone" that people in other districts fear to avoid. It has become a place where the Parliament exiles sinners.

Because of long-term exposure to radiation and pollution, the average life expectancy of residents in District [-] is less than half of that of ordinary people. The incidence of various diseases and infant mortality rates are extremely high, and many people are even born with serious genetic diseases. Even deformity.This is why the village head in the village resolutely decided to raise a strong baby, Wojin, in the poverty that was already stretched out—there are too few healthy babies here!

Of course, you can say that misfortune is blessing, and behind the extremely high mortality rate is the super high awakening rate of people with telekinetic abilities.Human beings are naturally extremely adaptable. In such a harsh environment, the human body's instinct for self-defense and survival is stimulated to the maximum, and the awakening of thoughts becomes rare and common.An awakening rate of almost [-]%, according to the information we have, this is unimaginable to the outside world.

But the price for the birth of a few powerful people is the disability and struggle of countless ordinary people for generations. Whether this deal is worthwhile is a matter of opinion.At least for the time being, the upper echelons of Meteor Street feel that such a sacrifice or exchange is worthwhile.

Closer to home.

Although up to now, the garbage that Meteor Street attaches great importance to has been concentrated in the airship delivery points in the second, third, and fourth districts, but it does not mean that the vast garbage mountains that basically serve as terrain (or landmarks) are worthless.Even in an area that has long been recognized as a barren land, the villages that have survived for generations still have a way to extract nutrients from the dry land.

Of course we dare not, and there is no need to go deep into the dead zone inside the first area.It is only active in the narrow area outside the towering barbed wire fence in the first district, and on the garbage hills near the second district.

How to rummage through the seemingly indifferent garbage on the ground to find the valuable part is a broad and profound knowledge, which has accumulated the unique wisdom of the ancient Meteor Street - this is what our ancestors lived on Skill.

…Not to mention Kurolo Feitan and I, who have been living a life of clothes, stretching out our hands to eat, and opening our mouths, the Madge knight who was raised by someone in the past, and Parker Franklin, who has always lived well by relying on his skills. Nobunaga Wojin, who has experience, dare not say that he is proficient in this knowledge.

So, after leaving the stockade, we walked far away to the endless and uninhabited garbage hills. We spread a layer of printed plastic sheeting, sat on the ground, and after having a hearty picnic (breakfast) by joking around, we just bent down in the After rummaging through the trash for a while, he raised his head and looked at each other with a smile——

Start another day of crazy fun!

Today's toy is a tape that Wo Jin found out from the garbage.

In fact, randomly determining the props and content of the daily play is the greatest meaning of picking up waste every day.

"10 minutes, the person who grabs it last wins!" Kuroro pointed to his watch and said, then he suddenly raised his head, smiled and threw the tape in his hand high into the air——

"start!"

"Look at me!" Wo Jin yelled. He was the tallest, jumped up like a brown bear pouncing on food, and grabbed the black tape case that fell in mid-air!

"Snapped!"

As soon as Wo Jin was about to catch him, a piece of debris shot out diagonally, knocking out the low-quality tape case in an instant, and Wo Jin missed it.Feitan, who shot out the fragments, let out a wild and triumphant sneer, turned into a black shadow, and accelerated towards the direction where the cassette was ejected.

A bright silver knife flashed across his only path in an instant!Nobunaga drew his sword to stop Fei Tan, and shouted happily: "Where are you running!" Fei Tan immediately pulled out his slender western sword, dancing with a dazzling silver light, and fought with Nobunaga !

The tape cassette in mid-air exhausted its kinetic energy, drew a parabola and began to fall - was easily copied into it by a white palm: "Haha, it's mine!"

Kuroro made a profit by standing on the top of the garbage slope ahead of time, grabbing the tape cassette, turning around and running without stopping, the black hair on his forehead fluttering with the wind, and the afterimage left behind was punched by Wo Jin who rushed up slowly broken--

"stop!"

On the gentle and undulating hillside of rubbish, Ku Luo Luo Sa Yazi galloped ahead, holding the tape case in his hand, leaving behind a series of hearty laughter.Wojin chased after him fiercely, and was so angry that he said, "It's too cunning! Ku Luoluo, stop for me!"

Seen from a distance, the figures of the two of them chasing and running are very interesting: Ku Luoluo is like a light and agile reindeer, running left and right in front deftly, and Wojin yells and bites behind him , sweating profusely, like a brown bear who has been fighting repeatedly and getting braver!

Nobunaga Feitan, who had been fighting fiercely together, reacted in time——

"Stop fighting! Don't make Kuroro proud!"

"Go chase!!!"

"Hahaha, hahaha..."

Watching Kuroro from a distance surrounded by Fei Tan, Wo Jin and Nobunaga, holding on to the tape cassette without giving up, I sat in the auditorium dozens of meters away and slapped my legs.

Madge and Pike sat next to me, eating snacks while watching, commenting from time to time.

——We were originally sitting here chatting, but the boys made too much noise and played so wonderfully, so we watched it unknowingly.

Knight and Franklin did not join Kuroro in their game.Franklin probably thought he was childish, the chivalrous man is so pitiful... His skills are too far behind, people don't take him to play!

Now, the two of them walked out together, and they had reached a place where they could not be seen.We first met Franklin back then because he was very interested in mechanical components and the like, and Xia Ke was more specialized in electronic machinery.

This huge and desolate mountain of garbage is not only a farm for countless people to survive, but also our playground, tea party, and treasure house.

The black cassette was tossed and dropped several times in the air, and it was Woking who won the game.Kuroro, who once seized the opportunity, was besieged by the three together, but failed to have the last laugh.

During the intermission, four people walked towards us while fighting each other.I smiled brightly, and graciously ordered a whole row of drinks for them, what Kuroro liked, what Feitan liked, what Wo Jin liked, and Nobunaga liked... Guaranteed everyone has a share!

Gudongdong drank the water, and before he rested for a few minutes, the four sweaty cat-like guys ran back to the field as if they were afraid of falling behind. , threw it far beyond the distance, laughed and shouted:

"start!"

"Lydia, do you like Nobunaga Wojin very much?" March suddenly said.

I was watching them chasing each other, stumbling, and flirting with each other. Hearing this, I turned my head with a smile and asked, "Eh? Why do you say that?"

"It feels like you take good care of them, compared to how you treat them with all your heart," March said.

"Is there?" I was stunned for a while, and thought about it carefully: "It must be because... I am really grateful to them."

"Grateful?" Pike asked.

I looked at the four people who suddenly huddled together not far away, and laughed knowingly: "Because of Kuroro and Feitan, I had a lot of fun with them!"

"Krollo and Feitan are too old-fashioned," I explained to the bewildered Magic Parker. "When we were together, we used to play cards at most, or fight to the death." I thought of this Feeling a little sad, he pointed to the front and said:

"But look now... When did Kuroro look so indulgent and happy? Seeing them sweating profusely from playing," I slightly pursed my lips and smiled, "I'm so happy!"

This is what a teenage boy should be like.

I’m really grateful to Nobunaga Wo Jin, who can play such a boy’s game with Kuroro and Feitan, as if all the calm, deep, cold, and depression have faded away, together with those overwhelming memories, let My Kurolo and Feitan became like countless ordinary boys, enjoying such passionate and reckless, simple and childish happiness.

"You are too kind to them, aren't you?" Madge turned his head and sighed.

"Okay?" I was startled, then laughed: "If I'm not nice to them, who else should I be nice to? Those who care should be nice to them."

Hope they are all well and getting better.

I tilted my head: "Isn't this normal?"

"They are so happy." Pike said.

"Hey! We're ready to go!" From afar, the boys shouted loudly.

"Some idiot smashed the cassette case!" Fei Tan laughed.

Wo Jin punched it over: "Who are you calling an idiot?!"

Fei Tan dodged swiftly and laughed loudly, causing Wo Jin to pounce on him.

Nobunaga walked two steps away with a knife in his hand, covering his face: "I don't know these two people."

We stood up and looked over, Kurolo waved to me:

——"Lydia, go back!"

--"coming!"

The author has something to say: "[Hunter] Lydia's Life Record Ⅱ After Meteor Legend" is officially over!

It is expected that the third part--Phantom Prequel will be released on June 6! !

"[Hunter] Lydia's Memoir III"

Remember to pay attention~ we will see you soon.

Finally, once again thank you for your company and support!Thanks!