[Comprehensive] Misfortune

"Do you live alone in this big house of yours?"

……

"I'll feel lonely too, and I'll be lonely too."

Seimei seemed to be talking about other people's affairs.

"However, loneliness and loneliness have nothing to do with whether there is anyone in the house."

"What do you mean?"

"People are lonely."

"Lonely?"

"That's the way people are."

—— Dream Pillow Tapir "Onmyoji"

"Do you know why I changed Meteor Street?"

Walking beside Kuroro, Yuko Sakurai wrapped her hair around her fingers and asked casually.

Kuroro thought to himself that I didn't know you were the one who wanted to change Meteor Street, but he definitely couldn't say that on the surface, so he asked instead, "Why?"

Behind the two "men in black", a group of strangely dressed and strangely shaped spiders stared at each other, all silent, perfectly playing the role of the onlookers.

"There is a study that...well, it's an outdated study from another world, but this is something that can be called truth just like objects have gravity, so don't pay attention to these details." Yuko Sakurai cast another casually. A bomb|bomb, except for Kuroro, who had guessed for a long time, the others made eye contact for a while, and the corners of their eyes almost widened.

"Born into an unfortunate family...either the father's problem or the mother's problem, or both, no matter how bad the outside world is, it is full of problems...Children who are born in an unfortunate family are more likely to commit crimes. It is just right for you to cite and testify. It is undeniable that Meteor Street is a huge, dirty, and unfortunate family. How many vicious criminals crawled out of its womb, it is impossible for such a mother not to have her womb removed. "

"Not only that, the father of the children was also eradicated by Miss Yuzi. How does it feel? Is it beautiful?"

Sakurai Yuko let out a breath, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice was a little ethereal, as if worn away by the wind that rolled the fine sand around her.

"Beautiful, as far as I can remember, there are only a few images that can be compared, so beautiful that if the situation allows, I can't wait to continue to release until the whole world is blooming with such beautiful flowers."

"Your appearance has not changed. Sure enough, you were brought directly by that man to the present more than ten years later?"

"Ah, that's right."

"How does it feel to make a world your playground?"

Sakurai Yuko glanced at Kuroro lightly and said nothing.

Kurolo raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were dark and cloudy, and if you look carefully, you can see countless malice entwined like bloodshot threads.

But Sakurai Yuko will not look carefully.

"Is it hard to find yourself just a dispensable toy?" Yuko Sakurai's voice was as cold as a night in the desert.

"No, I found a bigger world, I'm very happy." Kuroro's voice was as gentle as the night sky soaked in oil.

"Ah……"

Sakurai Yuko sneered vaguely, she remembered what Jun Xun said to her on April [-]st two years ago, the man who seemed to be voyeuristic told her that this child can be your help when he grows up , to provide feasible solutions for your whimsical ideas.

"why?"

At that time, Yuko Sakurai asked Jun Xun on April [-]st.

The man in a gorgeous kimono put down the pipe in his hand, and lightly tapped it on the ashtray, making a crisp sound, like ice and jade hitting each other.

"Because it fits."

How appropriate is it?

The most suitable.

A powerful man with a high IQ and anti-social personality, if you become his obsession, he will do anything to get you.

When Jun Xun said this on April 18st, it was difficult for Sakurai Yuko to judge whether there was any hidden irony in the other party's words, but the facts proved that Jun Xun was right on April [-]st. After [-] years, he could recognize it at a glance. It is a lie for such a person to say that she has no obsession with her.

What a poor child.

Sakurai Yuko's sigh did not contain tender pity, but some malicious taste.

"Then do you want to go back with me? In this world, the first person I see is Kuroro, that is to say, you are special to me. If you want..." Yuko Sakurai His tone softened.

"Miss Yuko asked me a similar question back then, right?" Kuroro interrupted Sakurai Yuko leisurely.

——Do you want to leave Meteor Street, I can take you out of here first.

--I reject.

Sakurai Yuko chuckled again, and what Kuroro couldn't understand was that the laughter sounded a little sad.

Mysterious and beautiful women, no matter what age men are, will be yearned for.

It is said that after going through the world, it will take you to see that the mud is not stained. The more you go through the world, the more you understand the complexity and preciousness, which means it is interesting.

What's more, beautiful women... Sakurai Yuko is not just a beautiful woman.

The purity and nobility of the gods and the filth and sinisterness of the devil are contained in the figure of this woman at the same time. Behind her is the glory of heaven and the debauchery of hell. Her eyes are full of the complexity of human nature.

This is not just a beautiful skin can be summed up.

Don't want her soul?

Even Sakurai Yuko would not believe such words.

Only extremely pathetic people would say such self-deceiving words. The reason why Kurolo said this was precisely to penetrate into the soul of this woman.

But as he said, the possibility of two people growing up in different world backgrounds to understand each other is infinitely close to zero.

So what?

Kuroro thought lightly, he has unlimited time to explore the dice that was accidentally cast by that unattainable existence.

"Since you think so, then uphold this belief, please don't regret it."

Sakurai Yuko affirmed Kuroro's idea with a seemingly casual attitude, and she knew that this meant that she rejected Jun Xun's efforts on April [-]st.

But so what?

She is Yuko Sakurai.

Yoshida Songyang and others spent so much time and effort on their own, and finally wasted their lives and all their lives on her, but it only gave her a desire to change. You can sit back and reap the benefits with a little stretch of your hand, or can you be reborn in a different environment?

Thought this was a fairy tale?

Just don't be naive.

Even if she is looking forward to change, it is definitely not possible to succeed by doing Jun Xun on April [-]st.

In the final analysis, Sakurai Yuko is just struggling between maintaining the status quo and breaking through the comfort zone, and she has always been spoiled by others, and she is used to only having the final decision-making power instead of the right to choose, so when she can choose her own future life At that time, she fell into a dilemma where she could not choose.

Can't this work?But that's not bad...

To put it bluntly, it is a difficult choice disease; to put it bluntly, it is a hundred-year-old giant baby.

——Using contempt for Jun Xun on April [-]st as an excuse to avoid the coming of the final outcome.

If it was the former Sakurai Yuko, she would never have imagined that she would be reduced to such a situation.

However, from the moment Sakurai Yuko was born, it was foreshadowed that she would definitely fall into this situation.

As for whether she could crawl out of the mud, that was her own problem.

The help that outsiders can give her has come to an end, and there is no room for her to continue. She can only walk her own way in the future, and wherever she goes, it is her life.

This is the true meaning of being born alone.

Kuroro can roughly guess the motivation behind Sakurai Yuko's change of Meteor Street. From the information he got back then, he can also understand Sakurai Yuko's practice of launching the "Poor Man's Rose" to eliminate the underworld forces, but these two The combination of these forms an absurd character.

Sakurai Yuko, this woman, is a madman who really does whatever she wants.

Of course, in the Phantom Troupe, such people are not called lunatics. In their concept, such people are very normal, because they are such people.

But why is it so sad?

Kuroro didn't understand this.

He is not a person who can empathize with others. The empathy he shows is just cold data obtained after a quick and comprehensive logical analysis. With this, he can deceive most people but absolutely But the same kind.

Sakurai Tamako is certainly not of the same kind as him, but he can't fool Sakurai Tamako, because the many details he carefully created are transparent to Sakurai Tamako, and the straight ball he hits will not be taken seriously by Sakurai Tamako.

How could a completely self-centered human being show such a sad expression.

Are you hoping that he will ask and solve her troubles for her?

No, it's impossible.Sakurai Yuko will not use such methods, and he has not shown enough ability to impress Sakurai Yuko now. Sakurai Yuko's impression of him should still be that of the weak child 18 years ago, but he chose to use Approached in pathetic ways only to be punctured mercilessly...

Kuroro staged a brainstorm, and he still had room to ask Sakurai Yuko to prove his conjecture, and it turned out that he was correct. All these things that happened in recent months were related to Sakurai Yuko, but Kuroro did not What he thought of was that there was actually a figure that he had never paid attention to hidden behind these things.

Billand Nitro.

Just this surname is enough to make people take it seriously, but this man has maintained a semi-invisible state for so many years, quietly hiding in the Kajin Empire and spying on everything. Pariston Hill is a hidden pile that he has planted long ago...it cannot be underestimated.

……

So why do you have that expression?

After being attracted to this thought countless times, Kuroro had to put all these questions aside and concentrate on thinking about this question.

From the corner of his eye, he could catch the side face of Sakurai Tamako. In the desert environment, Sakurai Tamako's soft and beautiful face looked particularly abrupt, as if using a large iron pot to hold a piece of sushi was unreasonable no matter how you looked at it.But it is too awkward, but there is a different sense of harmony, as if such contradictions and conflicts are deliberately created, you should not think about why this scene is so weird, you just need to mobilize all your senses to perceive this The beauty expressed and implied by a picture.

There is nothing beautiful about this kind of scenery. Even the most down-to-earth photographers will not be interested in such a boring scenery that remains unchanged all year round. But at this moment, Sakurai Yuko walks in such a scenery. After measuring this barren scene step by step, all of this was once reflected by those beautiful eyes...

Kuroro couldn't find anything more romantic than this, it was almost a soft and ambiguous dream that could not be shared with outsiders.In that dream, there was Sakurai Yuko and him.In the dream, Sakurai Yuko descended from the sky like the goddess of victory in Somerth, her white wings slowly retracted in front of him, and the golden sunlight behind her coated her with a layer of holiness that can only be seen from a distance.The woman was so beautiful that he wished he could put his hands together and pray to her.

May my Lord redeem me.

May my Lord honor me.

But such a woman can't lead people to the holy heaven, that heaven is willing to add charm to it with soft light, but refuses to set foot there, and even hell sends back invitations tremblingly, reluctantly offering extreme greed in return.

Kuroro once saw a mural in an ancient ruins. The lines were rough and brutal, and the colors were bold and abstract. He found that in that painting, the red lips of a woman were depicted as blood.

Long, long ago, in a lost civilization, they used their own blood to adorn women, and they regarded women with blood-stained lips as their gods.

At that time, Kuroro thought of Sakurai Yuko again after a long absence. He thought of Sakurai Yuko's body wrapped in the folk costumes of the Far East. The tall and round chest and slender waist were outlined by a fifteen-centimeter-wide ribbon. , when sitting down, there is a faint trace of jade white tenderness between the hem of the skirt, which always makes people suspect that if exposed to the sun, the color of the skin should be golden and pink. Like Sakurai Yuko, no matter how close you are to her, you still can't feel a trace of reality, only the illusion that is within reach, changing posture, light and shadow to lure you into the abyss.

In Kuroro's memory, Sakurai Yuko knew that she was beautiful, and she was also an extraordinary beauty.

If you are as beautiful as Sakurai Yuko, then you can get the whole world.

This is a kind of intuition, whether it is a child who has not been deeply involved in the world or an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, he will think so, because it can be said to be a truth.

But Sakurai Yuko did not rely on her beauty to be coquettish. On the contrary, when she ordered those people to hand over the food she depended on for her life, she always had a contemptuous meaning, as if they were some fools and fools who were actually trapped in the beauty. Unable to extricate themselves from the dream.

She is so beautiful, and her soft features reflect a detached and stern attitude towards the world, but she can stay in the stinking garbage dump, as if it is not a strange thing.

The straightforward pure black and pure white is like the banshee that often appears in old books. Such a person should not be exposed to the sun to admire, so he can only hide carefully in a dark room. In the huge space, there is only one oil lamp like a bean, and the flame blown by the breeze between the gaps in the wall The ground is jumping wildly, and the heart is flustered. I wish I could turn into a giant beast and swallow that attractive and depraved devil in one gulp. It would be a perfect ending.

Why does such a woman show such a sad expression?