Hunter Fan - Snake

10

Meromina is a circular design, and he lived for 18 years.Every plant and every tree has become a habit. The result of playing around in childhood is to engrave the overall floor plan of Melomina into the brain, and even detect any abnormalities.

He remembers the residents deeply when he was a child. They were so kind and greeted them with smiles every day. Since when did they become decadent?Since when did you become hideous?

He didn't know it very well, but he just remembered that one day everything changed suddenly, his father stopped working, and his mother cowardly didn't say a word.

He watched, followed by silence.There is no stopping, let alone thinking about changing anything.

Then he met Qianshui, that warm girl, like...an angel.

Going around the periphery of Melomina, he bent down to search, suddenly searching for the road in his memory, and stretched out his hands to grope among the weeds full of barbs.

The sharp stone cut through his fingertips, and the pain was transmitted to the brain through the nerves in an instant without pause. He knew that this was the last chance, he wanted to understand, he wanted to change.Even if the final result is such a suffocating tightness.

Pushing aside the weeds, the light was very dim but still allowed him to see the subtle road. Suddenly, he felt a sense of excitement, like a light spot in the dark, hope in despair.

He got up and walked through the weeds on the waist of half a person. He remembered that the secret passage here could lead to the original residence, that two-story American-style villa with low walls painted in pure white paint.

The mother believed in God devoutly, and the father read the morning newspaper with a smile on his face, his thick black eyes resting on the bridge of his nose, sliding down from time to time.

There is always rich food on the table, what I like, what my father likes.

He raised his hand up, his blood-soaked fingertips touched his chest coldly, the silver cross lay quietly, and the top exuded a blue halo of change.

He laughed, with arrogance and comfort, a little joy.

The legs moved involuntarily, quickly with an unconscious lightness.It's like a bird flying out of the cage, finding a long-lost group, that kind of deep sense of belonging.

Drilling through some short holes, he saw the long-lost residence.

Pure white wall paint, a two-story American-style villa, huge floor-to-ceiling windows facing the south, when the weather is fine, you can set up a dining table, and enjoy afternoon tea lazily. People have a desire to go to sleep.

He stopped and moved slowly, his steps were very light, as if he was afraid of disturbing the comfort in his memory.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the blink of an eye was extremely dazzling.A light came down from above his head, casting an indescribable chill on his body.Then they converged, stagnated, and finally shrank and remained on top of the two-story American-style villa.

He was afraid, what if all this was just a dream?

He panicked, the dream is just a dream after all, the reality is so cruel, if possible, can he get a peaceful sleep?

Sacred words emerged in his mind, moving his lips, he spoke, admonished and prayed with gorgeous and sad words.

Merciful God, please bless your people and bring disaster away.

"Benevolent God, please redeem your believers, let the flood wash away your enemies, and let the disease haunt your enemies for life." He said, just like Salome's innocent and vicious, with a devout expression and a humble tone.

He walked towards the residence, and paused in front of the door again, with a serious expression on his face. When he opened the door, the light suddenly became dazzling, so bright that people couldn't look directly at it.

Gradually adapting to the light, he looked around and saw cans made of metal, each iron can with a diameter of fifteen centimeters, with a label on it.

One stroke at a time draws meaningful words.Distorted characters, exuding the disgusting smell of formalin.

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The young man put one hand in his pocket, and the other hand was naturally vertical. A slight wind blew, and his arm swayed.Suddenly, the young man evoked a smile, a smile that was not a smile, mixed with three points of innocence and seven points of blood. For a moment, he bowed slightly, just like the etiquette of the royal palace and nobles at the end of the [-]th century, simple yet elegant, "How many times?" It’s been a year, but your habits are still so bad.”

The young man in a black and white tuxedo raised his head, his lips curled up at a strange angle, and his expression was weird, "Mr. Lu Xilu, like you did back then, you never used the tone of a questioner, at least you should add the word 'please', right? ?”

The young man smiled and said nothing, shook his head, his jet-black bangs swayed and drew a beautiful trajectory, and when it settled down, he covered up the imprint of the god-defying brand, and he could only peek at the deep black texture from a small gap, which was comparable to Length, "I asked you whether to join the 'Phantom Brigade' eight years ago, but you refused. Now it seems that the decision at that time was correct. At least none of the current members is as cowardly as you."

The young man's tone was arrogant, contemptuous, but smiling, like a god aloft, the words in his mouth achieved the unique truth, and there was no way to refute it.

The young man laughed out loud, lowered his head and shook the muscles in his chest, his body trembling slightly, "You're right, but Mr. Lu Xilu isn't worried about Miss Shen?"

The young man frowned, and then quickly stretched it out, as if thinking of something, his expression was calm and calm, with a calm demeanor in control of the overall situation, "Qian Shui, she... never needs me to worry."

Instead, the young man looked at the dark ceiling, but the invisible texture became clear in an instant, and the number on it could be counted in detail, whispering, the young man made a sound, as if asking, or just Say to yourself, "What is she...doing?"

The young man's eyes suddenly became distracted, and his gaze towards the young man faded away, as if he was looking at something that shouldn't exist through his head, his lips squirmed, his voice was hollow and desolate, and there was a chill in the shadows, " Dreaming in... a dream about three months and six days..."

Dream of eternal bliss.

The rusty handle was turned, and the door closed with a 'click', causing gusts of breeze.

The young man had a smile on his lips, elegant and gentle, his steps were steady without showing panic, his fingers rubbed his pouty lips from time to time, drawing a specious arc, his eyes were as dark as... stagnant water.

The big boy was speechless all the way, but he couldn't hide the hesitant expression on his face, his palms were covered with sweat, which was sticky and uncomfortable.

The big boy put his hands in his pockets, holding the really ugly phone in the pocket, loosely and tightly. After repeated several times, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Leader, what should I do, Miss?"

The young man seemed to have just come back to his senses, his expression was in a trance for a while, and while regaining his sanity, he smiled refreshingly, handsome without a trace of impurities, paused, and opened his mouth to say, "Xia Ke, go to the villa. I will bring shallow water back."

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Brand new stop sign with bright font on it.

As the train stopped, the waiting room became noisy, and the scolding kept piercing into the ears, which made people feel uncontrollable disgust for a while.

Door opens.

Mixed among the crowd, the man held the handle of the suitcase pulled out high, and the movement of getting out of the car was not very fast.

The long hair danced, with azure blue color.

The windbreaker that covered most of the face moved away with the movement, allowing people to see the man's appearance clearly, and his delicate face was undoubtedly displayed.The lips are drawn into a straight line, and the lip line is tightly pressed.

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Watching the big boy going away, the young man half-closed his eyelids, turned around with a smile that was not a smile, and walked towards the center of the square in the middle of Meromina.

The sound of 'Boom Boom Boom' sounded behind him, so loud that it made people lose their hearing for an instant.

The young man's face was calm, he didn't care about the toppled cylindrical floor, broken stones and broken tiles shot at his feet, he couldn't stop the young man's forward trend, and even gave him a glance.

Passing through streets of different sizes, interspersed with countless dark alleys that aroused the horror in the heart, the young man stood in the center of Meromina Square, motionless.

The ground in front of it floated, and the air distorted and metamorphosed into a vortex that could be seen with the naked eye.The shapeless objects are gradually condensed, and the modification becomes longer and larger, and the final result is a handsome face that is different from that of youth.

The black and white tuxedo is like a European and American nobleman, with an elegant posture of bending over to salute.

The young man smiled, lightly outlined his lips to create a beautiful shape, then changed abruptly, pulling the corners of his lips to reveal his white teeth, "Long waiting, spider head, Mr. Kurolo Luxilu."

The young man's expression remained unchanged, and he raised his left hand, gathering a dark red mist. If you look carefully, you will find a physical book that has transformed into a book in your palm. There are palm prints on the crimson book cover, black, like his eyes, stagnant ebony.

The young man stretched his arms, and double-edged short knives appeared on both hands. The blade reflected faintly and coldly under the repeated insufficient light, carrying a chilling aura.

The young man moved and disappeared in the blink of an eye. When he appeared, he was behind the young man, brushing past the short double-edged knife and approaching the side artery of the young man's neck.In just one second, the young man will be decapitated.

The young man closed his eyes, and the double-edged dagger slashed across the neck artery. The unrealistic feeling made the young man frowned, and his perverse smile stiffened, short but real.

Standing still, the young man waved his wrist, and the double-edged dagger was flipped out in the palm of his hand. The cold light was like fireworks blooming in the sky, bright and wonderful.

The young man smiled like smoke, his eyes showed pity, his lowered eyelids showed a sad light, his words were sad, and suddenly there was a sense of confinement, "You are still so naive, sneak attack...you have never surpassed me."

The young man stopped abruptly, and the double-edged short knife in his hand fell to the ground. His mouth was filled with a sweet and greasy bloody feeling, greasy direction, mixed with a disgusting smell of rust.

The young man's body was stiff and limp, and the shadow behind him in the dark moved, and he quickly retracted the scarlet book in the young man's hand.

Flipping through the pages of the book 'crash clatter'.The young man exerted a little force with his fingers, and with a 'snap', it closed.

Closing his eyes, the young man whispered, "It doesn't matter whether it was before or now."

The voice fell, the pain in the chest made the young man change his face, his outstretched hands trembled slightly, his throat was sweet, and the silky liquid flowed along the corners of his lips

He lowered his head, and saw the hand piercing through the chest for a moment, looking through the tragic white, but still flawless palm, with a beating lump of flesh on it, which people call... the heart.

The young man raised the corners of his lips slightly, moved his lips, and said in a mellow and hoarse voice, "Cecau?i? Pute?iurm?ri? Tu... undee?ti? (What are you looking for? What are you pursuing? What are you looking for? ...Where are you?)"

Behind the young man, with a relaxed expression, revealing a touch of warmth, full of generosity, he replied, "Cautcazare, eusuntnexercitareaputerii, eusunt... esteaici! (I'm looking for a place to live, I'm looking for power, I...here! )”

Slowly, short of breath, the young man closed his eyes with a smile on his lips.

The young man raised his head, as if performing a holy ceremony. There was no hypocrisy on his face, and his expression was so real that it made people want to cry unconsciously.

While tears were running down the boy's cheeks, the slack palms were clenched for an instant, 'touching', and life was gone.

When he lowered his head, the boy resumed his weird smile, and he was so perverse and unscrupulous, "Kurolo? Lu Xilu, this is called a soldier who never tires of deceit!"

Laughter continued, accompanied by faint sobs, the young man in black and white tuxedo withdrew his hand, and the moment he broke away from the young man's body, he burst into tears.

He wept, he mourned, and laughed like crazy.

Dream it, get happiness in the dreamland of three months and six days, eternal... eternal, happiness...

Let's dance and get eternal life in the dream of three months and six days, no joys and sorrows, no pain and disease... Eternal life...

'Cecau?i? Pute?iurm?ri? Tu... undee? ti? (What are you looking for? What are you after? Where are you...?)'

'Cautcazare, eusuntnexercitareaputerii, eusunt... esteaici! (I'm looking for shelter, I'm looking for power, I'm...here!)'

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