[Hunter] False World

This was the first time that July avoided Kuroro's eyes.

Man is such a strange animal sometimes.

In extreme loneliness, even an inaudible voice can become a drug that is difficult to quit.

As far as July is concerned, the man in front of him is a drug.

Push him out.or stay.

Say no to drugs.Or snort.increasingly greedy.

"Miss July?"

When the man leaned against the escalator on the second floor and laughed again, Qiyue walked up the stairs resentfully, passing him by.

"It's late. There are no cars leaving the beach at this time."

With her back to Kuroro, Qiyue said in a flat tone, with a bit of inexplicable anger and a bit of resentment towards herself, "You are dirty. Clean it up and choose a room for yourself."

With just a light touch, the line of defense shattered into fine powder.

with no doubt.

She chose drugs.

Hardest to quit.It is also the most dangerous.

When Kuroro came out of the bathroom, July threw him a long gray kimono.

Qiyue likes this kimono very much, but after I came back, I found out that it was a men's style, so I kept throwing it in the closet, and occasionally only wore it as a nightgown.

The light material was loosely covered on Kuroro's body, revealing his good figure from the neckline.

The man's black hair was scattered in front of his forehead, and he smiled at Qiyue who was wearing the same long red kimono as him, "Thank you."

Remembering that I kindly wanted to ask him if he needed a change of toiletries, but the man said with a well-prepared look that he had already bought them at the nearest seaside store while she was taking a shower. July felt that the gentle face in front of her was very bad.

With red hair loosely tied behind her head, Qiyue stared at Kuroro, her eyes were still lazy, but she was somewhat calculated to be displeased, "You planned to stay from the beginning?"

"Heh." The man smiled, and drops of water slid down his chin into his collar, "How should I put it, if I'm alone, it will be a little troublesome."

July pushed open the door of the guest bedroom on the second floor, and she just put on new sheets and quilts.Looking back at Kuroro, Qiyue snorted softly, "Will it be more troublesome than you?"

After receiving the gaze, a face with heavy makeup appeared in Kuroro's mind.

The phoenix eyes on that monstrous face were long and narrow, with stars on the left side and tears on the right side. He spoke with poker endings... "To some extent..." He stroked his forehead, even thinking about it gave him a slight headache.

This year seems to be a bit bad for Kuroro. Although the brigade has added three new members--No. Number.

It has been the year with the biggest changes since its establishment.

"To some extent?" July repeated, Kuroro followed the voice and looked at her.

Red hair, amber eyes.

very similar.But completely different.

He nodded, smiled politely, and leaned sideways against the door, "Please, Miss July."

The light is an ambiguous warm tone, and the wind comes in from the window, gently.Kuroro reached out and picked up a tuft of long hair that fell on her shoulders in July, and tied it in a bun for her.Qiyue froze for a moment, but didn't push it away for some reason.

"Mr. Bandit, the last question for today." Sensing that the man seemed a little tired, July exited the room.

Kuroro turned his head, motioning for her to continue.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

What do you want to do?

Kuroro looked at July for a long time.She looked straight into his eyes without the slightest fear.The bright red thin lips opened and closed slightly, rarely revealing a serious expression.

Ah.he laughed.

"I'm just here for vacation."

He is Chrollo Rushiru.He is the leader of the notorious Phantom Troupe.He likes the new and dislikes the old, kills countless people, does whatever he wants, is arrogant and cold, absolutely powerful, absolutely rational... No matter what exaggerated words are used to modify him, the existence of the man himself is nothing less than nothing.However, he is also a person of flesh and blood, he also has emotions, and he will cry because of the loss of his companions.He also needs time to rest.

this winter.

He just came to Caria for a trip.

No superfluous purpose.

That's it.

When the morning light hits the sea again, the wind blows back the dark linen curtains.

Kuroro pushed open the door, and the aroma of bacon climbed up the stairs, permeating the entire space.

Downstairs, July has already prepared breakfast.Very western.

Milk, bread, fried eggs, bacon, and some fresh fruit.

She used to prepare three meals for her sister and herself every day.

But the feeling of eating alone is really bad, so since living here in July, she usually eats out before going home, and the kitchen has never been really used.

Hearing the movement upstairs, Qiyue raised her head to the second floor. She still had an apron tied around her neck, with a piece of bread in her mouth, "Mr. Robber, it seems that you slept well last night."

"Why do you see that?" Kuroro leisurely walked downstairs, walked around the scorched floor after the fire last night, and sat down at the solid wooden dining table.

July pushed him the sandwiches and milk, "You are very comfortable with free board and lodging." She tilted her head and lazily stuffed bread into her mouth, with a mischievous smile on her lips. Sip it between your lips and teeth together with the soft bread.

This woman obviously implied that he was in someone else's house but he didn't have the slightest sense of self-consciousness. Kuroro showed a nerve-wracking expression, with his thumb on the side of his face and his hand under his lips. He smiled, "What do I need?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiyue's expression suddenly became vivid, pointing to the mess behind the two of them, "Sofa, carpet, burnt floor. Daily necessities, food. Spare fire-fighting equipment." She was beaming, and her eyes fell on Kuroro When he was wearing it, he hesitated for a moment, "Maybe you should buy some clothes for yourself." No one would wear a leather jacket with a fur collar like that on the beach.

The glass of milk has bottomed out, and the remaining milky fragrance is licked off the lips. July concluded, "In short, in exchange for free board and lodging. Please provide some labor."

She stared at him, the way she propped her head still looked lazy at first glance, but there was an indescribable pride in her brows.

It seems that he is proud of his success.

"...Very happy." Kuroro maintained a gentlemanly smile, but a nerve between his brows was faintly twitching.

Maybe he should really consider changing his coat.At least in Caria...

After breakfast, the two drove to Karianan City.

Caria is a place that retains a full ancient European style, and only Nanshi is a city with concentrated commercial development.There are large shopping supermarkets, clothing stores, entertainment venues, commercial areas, and government office buildings and so on.It can be said to be the general hub of modern Carria.

Regarding the acquisition of the car, July's original idea was to steal it.Of course, he was strangled in the cradle of thought by Kuroro.

The robber took July to the street closest to the coast, rented a vintage car from there, and transformed into a driver.

"Can Miss Qiyue drive?" The driver's temperament is closer to that of a nobleman.

Leaning on the back of the chair in July to look at the scenery outside the window, "No. In my hometown, boats are the main means of transportation."

"Oh?" Kurolo looked sideways, "Where is Miss July's hometown?"

"The sea... is a winter island. It is covered with snow all the year round, and there are no seasons..."

As he spoke, Qiyue lost his voice again.

She leaned her head lazily on the lowered car window frame, the wind blowing on her face, she would occasionally squint her eyes, or reach out to press the brim of her hat.

July is dressed casually today, with a big white shirt with rolled up cuffs, light-colored frayed denim shorts, and red hair tied up and hidden in a beret.

Kuroro looked at her through the rearview mirror of the car and didn't speak again.

Winter Island.

The word caught Kuroro's attention.

In this world, as far as he knows, there is no such an island that is always winter.

lie?

It doesn't look like it.

After arriving in Nanshi, Kuroro told July that maybe he would bother her for a while.July neither objected nor agreed.But when shopping, she bought a lot of daily necessities for Mr. Trouble.

Perhaps because of Mr. Trouble's sudden arrival, the world became a little more real in July's eyes.

There will be people who live under her roof, who will talk to her and eat dinners she cooks.He brought trouble, danger, a purpose beyond her comprehension.They might even fight each other.Qiyue seems to be able to clearly feel that if he catches her weakness, she will be severely torn apart and lose her life.

But there is no doubt that the mood in July is better than any day in Carria.

She exists.

In this other world of nothingness.

On the way back, we passed through a virgin forest.

Kuroro parked the car in one place and motioned for July to get off.

The two walked through the jungle to reach the border. Standing on the slope, July saw an open place in the distance.

From a distance, there are ruins, like some kind of ancient building.

"What do you want me to see?" July asked the black-haired man who had changed into a shirt and trousers standing beside him with his hands on the pockets of his jeans.

"Mosorsky King's Tomb Temple." The man's eyes fell on the magnificent ruins in the distance, and there was a faint smile on his lips, "It's what attracted me to come here for vacation."

In the distance, a seabird flew over, fluttered its wings twice and landed on Qiyue's shoulders, rubbing its blue beak against her fair cheeks.

Qiyue burst out laughing at its intimacy, touched the snow-colored wings of the seabird, took out an emerald ring from her pocket, and put it in the postal bag on the courier's back, "Just now from the owner of the antique shop It came along with me, a good deal."

Kuroro's hand fell on the top of July's head, he took off her beret, and straightened her hair a little, "Let's go." He prefers her bright red hair, even if it looks out of place with this place .

"Aren't you going in?" Qiyue followed behind him, asking casually, with lazy eyes falling around, not caring about the answer.

"The workers who delivered the sofa and repaired the floor may arrive soon." Kuroro checked the information, and the seabird in July is indeed a species that has never been recorded. "We will come back to the ruins another day."

The woman beside her nodded casually.

Lazy, but intriguing like a mystery.

Maybe this vacation will be nice.

Kurolo thought.

At least for now, July makes him feel very comfortable.

to be continued...