[Hunter] False World

"July. Get up."

"..." Xia Ri, don't make noise...

"stand up."

Summer..."Let me sleep a little longer..." I'll cook for you right away.

"It's already afternoon."

The cold voice slid into the ears, and Qiyue opened a slit in her eyes, and finally regained consciousness.She just dreamed that summer asked her to get up to cook, the street was covered with white snow outside, and the fireplace in the house was full of fire.A beautiful day is just beginning...

However, at this moment, in the dark room, Qiyue's eyes were exposed outside the quilt, and she could only see Kuroro sitting beside her bed, staring at her with those bottomless black eyes expressionless.Ahhh what a bad day...

Raising his hand, July flew out a pillow and slammed it softly on Kuroro's face, "Why do you disturb my dreams so early in the morning!" The clock on the wall only pointed to five o'clock.

"Early in the morning?" Kuroro sneered and blocked the pillow, opened the curtains with a bang, and pulled up all the blackout blinds.

The glare of the sun shone into the room for a moment, and July raised her hand to cover her eyes, only seeing dust particles floating and moving slightly in the light.

"Get ready and go." Kuroro rubbed Qiyue's messy red hair before getting up, "I'll wait for you outside."

After Kuroro walked out of the room, July got up from the bed with the quilt in his arms.It turned out to be five o'clock in the afternoon...

After returning to the villa last night, she tossed and turned in bed all night, and she didn't feel sleepy until dawn.Many fragments flashed chaotically in my mind.Memories of childhood, the years of war, her and Xia Ri, and the half year life between her and the bastard Kuroro...

As for the memories of childhood, in fact, Qiyue's mind is a little blurred. She doesn't remember her parents, nor her family.

She was born in the country's war-torn era, when two forces in the country provoked a war for the throne.World War I is five years.The country is in civil strife and wars are raging. Maybe she was separated from her parents among the fleeing crowd, maybe she was abandoned by her parents because of poverty during the war years, maybe her parents became victims of the war... who knows?I still can't remember July.I only know that since I can remember, I have always been alone.

The white island was dyed red by the flames of war. Whenever there was a hail of bullets, it seemed to be covered with black rain clouds, which made it depressing to the bottom of my heart at a glance.

July forgot how old she was at that time, maybe three years old, or maybe even younger.When I am very hungry, I will try my best to find something to eat. When I am lucky, I will pick up the dry food that people drop when they are running around. When I am unlucky, I will stuff my mouth with ice cream and chew hard.His hands and feet were so cold that it hurt even to walk, and his clothes were in tatters.

In times of war and chaos, people are too busy to take care of themselves, and no one is willing to pick up another orphan to add to the burden.

When July is older, when she is four or five years old, she will go to the battlefield when the two armies stop fighting, and look at the corpses one by one.There might be food, she was hungry.Maybe better clothes, she's cold.Maybe with a weapon, she could protect herself every shivering night.

Qiyue will never forget the fear she felt when she first looked at the corpses. If she was not extremely hungry, she would never have walked into the bloody Shura field.No matter how vague her memory was, she would never forget the first time she sat in the pile of corpses, crying and stuffing food into her mouth, trembling with fear all over her body.Hunger did not become her best seasoning, and the food in her mouth stinks of frost and blood.Quite nauseous, but she ate it.

Day by day, Qiyue almost forgot how enviously she looked at the lights of the houses. Occasionally, when the shells rang out during night raids, she covered her ears and fled to the ruined eaves, shivering, but her eyes were fixed on other people's houses. windows.She could hear the cries of children inside the house, and she could see the silhouettes of parents holding their children in their arms on the window.

The night was long and she was alone.

Alone, I don't know how many days filled with gunpowder...

The little girl who wandered around the battlefield like a ghost finally polished off all the childishness in her eyes in this Shura field.July is just one of the orphans in the battlefield. In order to survive, they have to compete with each other for resources, which is pitiful and pathetic.Finally, even the last innocence and trust in people are lost in this war between adults...

Standing in front of the mirror with a toothbrush in her mouth, Qi Yue squinted at herself.The water rushed out of the faucet and hit the sink, and the splash of water wet her big shirt.

Whenever she thinks of that dark time, Qiyue will be glad that she met Xia Ri at that time.Fortunately, they met each other that day.

It was the third year of the war, and that day was darker and dreary than ever in my memory.

July killed for the first time that day.

Forget the reason, the cause and effect, just remember a man with a hideous face threw her to the ground, asking for food?Want clothes?Still want money?July doesn't know.She only remembered that the man's dry and cracked hands were strangling her throat tightly, and she was almost unable to breathe, and the light and shadow in front of her eyes were about to disperse.She finally mustered up the courage to take out the knife that had been hidden by her side, and stabbed hard into the man's back.One stab was counting knives, and he was so frightened that he couldn't stop stabbing.

one time!one time!His hands were shaking wildly, but the knife kept piercing into the man's body!The blunt instrument rubbed against the flesh, and blood gushed all over his face...

On the pure white snow, warm and bloody liquid rippled, spread and spread, until Qiyue's feet were wet and stepped on the blood, and she finally collapsed on the ground...

I don't know how long she sat on the ground, until her consciousness came back to her mind, and she stood up tremblingly and continued to look for food.There was blood all over his head and face, dripping down his fingers and cheeks.It was hard to tell if it was blood or her unstoppable tears...

In front of the backlog of corpses, Qiyue was still trembling, and it took her a lot of effort to remove a woman on the top floor.Suddenly a pair of cold hands grabbed her, and Qiyue looked over, only to see a little girl with chestnut hair.

"Sister." She called her that timidly, with tears in her eyes, but reached out to wipe the mixed blood and tears on Qiyue's face, "Don't cry."

At that time, Qiyue didn't know how to answer, but her voice was hoarse and trembling when she spoke, "Did you see it?" I killed someone.

A fragmented voice squeezed out between teeth, "Are you afraid?" Are you afraid of me.I just... killed someone!

"Sister, don't be afraid." The girl wiped away her tears and smiled, "Mom will protect us." Mom, she pointed to the woman who was removed by Qiyue, it was a dead body that had long since stopped breathing.

Qiyue stared blankly at the two or three-year-old girl crawling to the side of the corpse, "Mom, mom..." The childish voices echoed in the ice and snow, there was no echo, only the howling wind, and the faint sound of bullets in the distance Cannon fire.

July has never smiled, but she has seen many smiles, for example, when the girl wiped her tears away, she smiled and comforted her and said, sister, don't be afraid.Such a sweet voice warmed her heart.

So that day, July tried to lift the corners of her mouth for the first time. Maybe it was ugly, maybe it was stiff, but she did smile.She hugged the girl in her arms as she had seen in the window silhouette.

"Mom needs to rest, and my sister will protect you in the future."

That evening, July buried Xia Ri's mother. At that time, the ignorant and ignorant Xia Ri just kept watching, and she didn't understand death yet.But when July covered the woman's face with the last shovel of snow, the little girl suddenly burst into tears in the heavy snow that was flying all over the sky.

In July of that year, he might be six or seven years old, and in summer he might be two or three years old.None of them remember their names, neither know their ages, but they find solace in each other.

Some people will live strong, and some people will become strong for life.On that day, July embraced the summer, and suddenly believed that one day the sun would penetrate the clouds and illuminate the white snow as warm and brilliant as July in summer.And they will be happy.

"My name is July, and your name is Xia Ri. Okay?"

"it is good."

This sweet and crisp hello, even now, many years later, still appears in July's dream.On that day of that year, who among them saved who...

Simply put on a white shirt and black shorts, and step into military boots in July to tie up her hair.

Pushing open the door and going downstairs, Kuroro was sitting leisurely on the sofa playing with her seabirds.

With a piece of bread in her mouth, July took some fresh cod from the kitchen refrigerator and threw it to her messenger, and then urged Kuroro to go out.It's fine for this man to lie to her, but is he still trying to seduce her seabird?

Outside the house, the twilight smudges the sky, and the summer sea breeze is salty, humid and warm.

July and Kuroro walked side by side, and soon arrived at the twig forest.

Walking through the dense forest familiarly, Qi Yue found that Ku Luoluo suddenly disappeared. She stopped and turned around, and a broken branch was approaching her.

"how is the taste?"

Ugh... July's face turned green in no time.

With one hand in his pocket, he stretched the Ailanthus branch far under Qiyue's nose with the other.Kuroro stared at the woman in front of him amusedly, he just went to break a Ailanthus twig specially.

"Kurolo...you bastard!" Qiyue, who grabbed the Ailanthus chinensis branch, hit Kurolo in a row, with upper and lower uppercuts, left and right elbows, and the robbers easily dodged all of them.Turning sideways again, he pulled Qiyue and easily jumped up the hillside, turned over and jumped down, and reached the entrance of the cave.

A pinch of flames ignited against Kuroro's cheek, and July put his index finger on the robber's chin, saying viciously, "Be careful of disfiguring Mr. Kuroro, otherwise you won't be able to use this face to abduct ignorant girls in the future."

"Oh, is it?" Following Qiyue into the cave, Kurolo's tone was full of teasing, "You can't abduct ignorant girls anymore, this is what you want, isn't it?" Before Qiyue opened his mouth to refute, he again Continued, "Or do you put yourself in the category of being abducted, Miss Counterattack?"

Dumbfounded by what the robber said, Qiyue gritted her teeth, feeling that her way to counterattack was really far away, and she had been strangled in the cradle before it even sprouted, "Mr. Zilian, you'd better watch carefully Let’s go! I won’t come to you if you get lost.”

Before Qiyue finished speaking, Kuroro put his arms around her shoulders and brought her to his side, "Hold it up a little higher, there are inscriptions on the rock wall." As the robber's hand slid across the rock wall, as expected, he could touch it. To the uneven lines on the stone wall.

The cave here is not natural. Ever since Kuroro stepped into the cave, he noticed the traces of artificial carvings between the winding roads.Very primitive excavation, especially this open area, seems to be a specially reserved space for recording some kind of information.

With the reflection of the fire in July, abstract ancient characters really appeared on the stone wall.Touching the stone wall, Kuroro frowned, "What is this..."

July zoomed in on the flames to see the inscriptions on the ancient characters clearly.At this moment, the lines Kuroro caressed with her fingers were the scratches she made on the wall when she couldn't find the entrance... "What was said on the wall?" She changed the topic in embarrassment .

"It's not useful information." After observing for a while, Kuroro continued to move forward in July. "This cave may have been inhabited by primitive humans. The time records and hunting assignments are engraved on the wall. However, the additional markings Mark..." He paused, then smiled, "Perhaps primitive people also have bad moods."

"You are the primitive man." Unable to stand Kuroro's half-smiley eyes, Qiyue glared at him and confessed, "Okay, okay, I admit that when I couldn't find my way, I vented and destroyed cultural relics at will..." Pulling Kuroro by the hand and dragging him into the cave, Qiyue carefully stepped on the soil in every low-lying place, for fear of another fall.

It wasn't until reaching the vertical cave that July let go of Kuroro's hand.She knelt down and pointed to the hole and looked at the man standing beside her, "This is right here. This is where I woke up a year ago."

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