[Hunter] Be a good dad

If there is anyone in the world who was born for music, that person must be Rick.

At the age of two, little Rick climbed onto the piano and imitated adults stumbling and playing "The Sound of Joy". Since then, he has been dubbed the name of a child prodigy.

At the eighth birthday party, the little guy surprised everyone with a song "Spring".

The ice and snow melted and everything was born, the sun shone through the clouds, and the endless green fields stretched into the distance.

Although the expression is still a little immature, the liveliness and briskness permeated in the tune has an unparalleled aura.

It is said that Rose, a famous performer who was a guest in the small town of Lanson at that time, stood up in shock and knocked over the tea in hand in shock and excitement.

This young man is undoubtedly the most anticipated, handsome appearance, outstanding talent, dazzling family background, good self-cultivation and unparalleled love for music.

He became Rose's proud student at the age of four, and became the chief performer of his country at the age of ten. At this age when most teenagers are still ignorant, he has already become famous all over the world with his unique aura and creative talent.

Everyone took it for granted that this teenager would continue on the road of music and become a master of contemporary music, including Rose and Rick himself.

Perhaps it is true that some people's talents are so high that God would be jealous. This young and lively life should have created a more brilliant chapter, but in his year, everything came to an abrupt end.

Half a month ago, the famous contemporary performer Rose passed away. Countless people came from all over the world to pay homage to this great musician. At that time, some people even couldn't accept Rose's death and committed suicide by jumping off the building.

Rick, who has followed Rose for nearly ten years and is also Rose's only disciple, is devastated.

While sorting out the relics of his mentor, Rick found a page of incomplete piano music.

Ten days ago, Rick announced that he would play in the largest concert hall in Lanson Town in memory of his teacher.

Countless people were proud to receive the invitation letter for this concert. On the black market, the price of the invitation letter soared to [-] million quat.

Three days ago, the recital was held as scheduled, and all those who were lucky enough to attend stayed there forever, with strange and horrific deaths.

The genius Kerry fell on the keys, bleeding from his orifices and ruptured internal organs.

In the end what happened?

No one knows.

With hundreds of corpses and strange death conditions, rumors about the descending of demons spread wildly for a while.

What else in this world can cause this hellish scene except demons.

The local government suspected that the tragedy was caused by some kind of potent parasite or virus. The dead body and those who had contact with the dead body have been quarantined.

The news of Rick's death was being reported on TV. The hostess suddenly choked up when she said that Rick had brought us so many surprises, and then burst into tears as if she couldn't control it at all.The TV station had to change people hastily, and apologized to the audience for the host's previous loss of control.

In the past few days, the honors that Rick has won have been broadcast on TV. The concert that Kerry once held was used to commemorate this young performer. The little girl watched it very seriously, and did not blink her big eyes. .

This surprised Kuroro very much. This girl was sober yesterday, but her physical and mental condition was obviously not very good. She couldn't eat or talk, and she didn't show any desire to receive information from the outside world.

But finding out that she was at Kerry's concert, it is not surprising that the two have a good relationship, maybe they are lovers.

The little girl just looked at it like this, the corners of her withered mouth twitched, her brows and eyes frowned suddenly, and she laughed, a tear rolled down without warning.

Obviously there is no expression of grief, but it can make people feel great grief.

From an objective point of view, this face, which is comparable to a mummified skeleton, made an expression of grinning at the corners of its mouth and stretching its eyebrows, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a harbinger of an attack by a wild beast.However, it is not disgusting at all, and maybe there may be a little pity, yes, very rare for Kuroro, pity.

"Know this person?" Kuroro tried to take this opportunity to communicate with her.

The little girl shook her head and grabbed the edge of the bed, trembling with laughter, tears kept falling down. After a while, the girl seemed to calm down, and raised her hand to wipe her tears.

"It's—the person I like." She finally said such a sentence, she didn't know where it hurt, the girl always felt a little leaky when she said this sentence, like pulling a bellows.

Ada stretched out her dead branch-like arm and pointed at the handsome boy on the screen, and said word by word: "I like someone very much."

"Did you receive the invitation letter for that concert?" Kuroro asked.

Ada turned her head away. After a while, she shook her head slowly: "I ran away secretly."

"Rick said that I don't understand music, but I want to comfort him. Teacher Rose died, and he was very sad." Ada paused here, as if she was very unwilling to mention these things.

But on the other hand, Kuroro felt that something was forcing the little girl to tell her what she knew.

"In the teacher's belongings, there is a fragment of a piano piece," the little girl tried to twitch the corner of her mouth, "he said that he would hold a concert for the teacher."

A great silence fell between the two of them again.

After a long silence, Ada suddenly said: "Mr. Kurolo, do you believe that music can kill people?"

The eyeballs that looked scary because of the atrophy of the facial muscles stared blankly at Kuroro, and the girl's eyes were burning with flames, like dancing will-o'-the-wisps.

Chrollo, do you believe that music can kill?

Of course he does.

There have been three times in the history of music that a large number of listeners committed suicide caused by music.

The painful "Black Sunday", the "Repentance" called by God, and the "No.13 Eyes" known as the stare of death, these three pieces attack and seduce people's hearts from three aspects. The capital has been responsible for hundreds of suicides.

Even though it is now officially stated that the scores of these three songs have been completely destroyed, it is still a question of whether anyone has collected them privately.

However, Kurolo knew that what Ada was going to say would definitely not be these.

The tragedy caused by Rick's recital in memory of his teacher is by no means what any of these three legendary tracks could have caused.

The completely large-scale physical attack is completely different from the legendary magic song aimed at human psychology.

If only that hellish scene was really made of music and could be played by normal people.

Then that piece of music must have some kind of magical ability to drain the life force of the player and cause harm to the listener, but—the most important point is that even Ada, who is the victim, only judged this based on intuition. The culprit of everything is the fragment of the piano piece that Kerry got from his teacher's relics.

Dark Sonata - this is the term Kuroro got from Ada.

Ada looked at Kuroro, grasping his arm with dry five fingers, like a drowning man clutching at the last straw: "Please destroy that sheet music."

The author has something to say: I get stuck every day, I get a headache

☆, melody

Ada looked at Kuroro, grasping his arm with dry five fingers, like a drowning man clutching at the last straw: "Please destroy that sheet music."

"No, Miss," Kuroro refused without hesitation, "You have to fulfill your wish by yourself." He looked at the mummy-like girl indifferently, without mercy, as if he was watching An ant saved the girl on a whim of curiosity. This doesn't mean that Mr. Kuroro would be willing to pay for his curiosity on the spur of the moment.

The pity and deep contempt in the man's eyes made Ada shudder uncontrollably. In a blink of an eye, Ada suddenly realized that this man was not kind.

This cognition is like pouring a pot of cold water on the head, making people feel chilly.

The flames in her eyes gradually extinguished, and Ada's entire face suddenly turned gray, as if half of her foot had been stepped into the coffin, her fingers were tightly intertwined, something was strangling her fingers, the girl's eyes slowly turned down. As he moved, the golden ring gradually became clear in his eyes.

A cluster of flames instantly ignited Ada's eyes. She took off the ring, held it tightly in front of her chest, and whispered nervously: "You are right, I have to finish it myself."

The treatment is still going on, and during this process, Ida's hair has been falling out in large quantities.

In less than a week, the girl's hair fell out completely.

With a bald and wrinkled head and a skinny body, the whole person looks like a moving mummy.

But even so, she is still recovering slowly, at least she has spirit.

Human beings are wonderful creatures, and belief can destroy them as well as make them.

Kuroro still sees her every day and pays high medical bills for her.

He is very interested in the dark sonata in the girl's mouth, and another part of him is also deeply curious about whether the person in front of him can survive.

After getting the girl's name, the knight easily found the girl's relevant information.

Ada was once a very good and beautiful woman.

A person, the more excellent and beautiful he used to be, the more he can't accept that he will become useless and ugly.

A week later, Ada was able to get out of bed and walk around.

The doctor exclaimed that this is a miracle in the history of medicine.

Kuroro was noncommittal about this, he could see the white mist rising vigorously from the girl's body, and this girl was just a step away from awakening her mind power.

On the day she was discharged from the hospital, Ada went to the mall to buy clothes.

Ignoring the faint smile on the salesperson's face, Ada tried one after another.

Kuroro stood quietly by the side, always maintaining a gentle smile.

Ah, you asked Ada to look good in that dress?

Hehe, whatever the mummy wears will give people the feeling of "ah, that mummy is actually wearing clothes." Like this.

Wearing a black dress, a blue long straight wig with a colorful feather cap on top, and white leather shoes under her feet.

Ada walked slowly with her waist pinched, her mischievous image attracted countless passers-by to take crazy photos.

"Is this the latest robot?"

"Tsk, the designer is really evil."

The flashing lights flashed wildly all the way, and Ada smiled and posed in various poses all the way.

"You seem... very happy?" This surprised Kuroro a little.

"When everything can't be changed, I can only accept it," Ada smiled and blew a kiss to the reporter. "I just suddenly realized that I no longer have to worry about people falling in love with me because of my looks."

"It's really optimistic." Kuroro was a little speechless.

"No, Mr. Kurolo," Ada tried to smile with tears in her eyes, "That's not optimism, but..." There is no one I love in the world.

Leather shoes hurriedly stepping on the wet road brought a slight sound of water, high heels made a slight rattling sound when they stepped on the shiny floor, and the rubbing sound of the clothes when the girl was holding hands and talking and laughing, all the information in Baili was as follows: Melody frowned as a wave of dizziness poured into her mind.

The power gained at the cost of health is certainly enviable, but at the same time, the troubles it brings are also headaches.

The annoyance caused by the large amount of information that the body automatically receives is actually nothing. The real annoyance is that you can easily see through the lies of others.

The world always needs some cover-up to look good enough.

A strange voice pulled the whole idea of ​​the melody.

The voice came from a teenager, seventeen or eighteen years old, with brilliant golden hair and a corresponding gentle face.

But what didn't match such a gentle appearance was the young man's cold and stern look and the heartbeat that was filled with countless turbulent undercurrents under the calm sea level.

From the "entanglement" around his body, it can be seen that this child is proficient in mind power and uses it quite well.

But a child of this age shouldn't have such a heavy heart.

The boy opened the door and came in without saying a word, just sat on the sofa opposite the melody, looking down at a thick book.

The boy's not-so-long hair hangs down on the side of his face, which complements his fair skin. From the outside, he looks like a rather gentle and quiet young man.

It's a pity that there is always a gap between the appearance of human beings and the heart, Melody thought so, trying to stuff the salute into the compartment on the top of the train.

Melody is not tall, so she tiptoed and tried to stuff the salute in, but at this moment the car shook slightly, and the salute that had just been half-stuffed was about to fall down.

A slender hand caught the salute and stuffed it into the compartment on the top of the train.

"Uh, thank you." Melody froze for a moment, and quickly thanked her, the corners of her lips could not help but bend, revealing a gentle smile.

Surprise is a nice guy.

The blond boy didn't even look at her, he still looked down at the thick album.

Melody was not angry at being treated so indifferently, so she just smiled and returned to her seat to sit down.

"Three people." The melody suddenly said this.

The boy didn't seem to hear it, he didn't move, he just looked down at the book to himself.

The door was slammed open, and there were three strong men holding knives.

"Hand over your hunter's license," one of them yelled.

The blond boy paused, closed the album in his hand, and stood up.

The uninvited guests tightened their knives and robbed the novice hunter's license. Basically, they had some skills, but occasionally they would encounter a few stumbles. There was no harm in being cautious.

The blond boy walked out of the box slowly, closed the door of the box behind his back, and faced the situation that he was surrounded by three people without any fear.

Melody held the cup and took a sip of tea, she could guess the ending of the three from the boy's calm heartbeat.

The moment the door slammed, there was the sound of steel clashing, followed by the muffled sound of fists touching flesh.

In less than two seconds, all three were resolved.

Judging from the previous voices and the still existing heartbeats of the three, the boy was indeed merciful.

Melody suddenly felt that she really liked this boy.

Because of his kindness?Or is it because of pity for what he is carrying?

Maybe both, maybe neither.

"How about making friends?" Melody said with a smile when the boy pushed the door in.

No response was received.

After the train arrived at the station, the boy walked out with his handbag without even saying hello.

The melody hurriedly followed.

"Excuse me...may I know your name?"

"Kurapika." Although he answered, he obviously didn't show any desire to communicate with himself.

Melody stood where she was and quietly watched Kurapika's figure disappear into the night, and sighed softly.

That kind of heart sound is a firmness that doesn't matter even if the body is smashed to pieces.

She could feel that the young man was tightly bound by something, no, no, rather than saying that the young man was bound, it would be better to say that the young man was willing to carry such a thing.

The night wind blows the corners of Melody's clothes and the brim of the hat, bringing a hint of coolness.

Pressing the hat, Melody closed her eyes, but she already had something to do, so let him do other people's things.

The author has something to say: I enjoyed watching Journey to the West, Brother Monkey is so handsome~~~~~~~

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I'm running out of time, so let's leave it at that for now, I'll make up for it later.

☆, Kurolo

Rick's house has been cordoned off, with wrist-thick chains wrapped around the door, windows welded shut, and no-entry signs plastered on the walls.

Ada was wearing a beautiful mermaid skirt, and Tingting stood aside, shrugging at Kuroro as a sign of helplessness.

Kuroro turned his head slightly and smiled at her. Before Ada could react, he grabbed her wrist and walked up perpendicular to the wall. He stretched out his hand on the balcony railing and jumped in. Opening Ada's wrist, Kuroro raised his foot and walked in.

Ada rubbed her wrist and followed closely behind Kuroro.

The room was almost emptied, and because no one cleaned it, a thin layer of dust had settled on the remaining large pieces of furniture over the past few days.

There is a photo on the table, it is a group photo of two people, one of them is Rick, and the other——

Ada unceremoniously dismantled the entire photo frame, and the inside was empty.

Was it taken away?still……

The two searched Rick's house but couldn't find the murder score. Where did it go?

A crimson rose was pinched between her withered fingers, and Ada's chapped lips gently opened to bite the delicate petals and then tore them fiercely. She had always looked a little irritable when she came out of Rick's house.Recently, I have become more and more enthusiastic about this kind of boring behavior, sparing no effort to destroy those gorgeous things.

Kuroro sat aside and frowned with his hands intertwined.

Who else but a lover would know that sheet music?

Will Rose have friends or enemies who know about the Dark Sonata?Or the people around Rick?

That kind of thing can cause mass destruction, but the performer has to pay a huge price.

Ordinary people stay as far away from this kind of thing as possible, right?

What kind of person would want such a thing?

Avengers out of their minds?

Mo Ming began to automatically fill in Kurapika's teeth and played the piano as if he wanted to kill himself, Kuroro couldn't help but chuckled.

In the end, he was a little soft-hearted, but he didn't have any other feelings. It was just that he suddenly realized that he missed that guy a lot.

I really want to see him, tsk, what about the one who agreed to travel around the world in style?

Forget it, it doesn't seem to be a problem to meet your own children in a cool way first.

By the way, hold a greeting gift to prevent being beaten out by that kid.

Ada dragged her cheeks to watch him messing around, expressing her displeasure with a mummy face.

Kuroro came out holding a transparent glass tube, and the human organs soaked in the antiseptic liquid swayed and rose with the liquid in the jar.

That's a pair of... eyeballs.

Ada hastily covered her mouth and suppressed the almost utterance in her throat. Her eyes were wide open, and she stared at the pair of eyes soaked in the antiseptic liquid without turning around, feeling cold all over her body.

That's right, she can confirm that these are definitely human eyes.

Very rare cherry red, pure color without a trace of impurities.

"Fiery red eyes...?" Ada put down her hand covering her lips stiffly, her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing some kind of undead lurking nearby.

Seeing her terrified look, Kuroro smiled suddenly. He suddenly remembered that Kurapika had never shown an expression similar to fear. It's normal to be afraid.

But this kind of thinking was just thrown out of Kuroro's head in less than a second. This guy was completely caught up in: Oh, it really is my son. ——I went into this illogical exclamation.

Speaking of which, the original batch of fiery red eyes had been sold long ago, and only the pair in hand remained, because the color was really beautiful.

After all, such a pure cherry red color is very rare even among the Kuruta people who are famous for their fiery red eyes.

Seeing that Kuroro lowered his head and packed his things without any intention of stopping, Ada endured a few moments and finally couldn't help but speak: "The matter of the Dark Sonata has not been resolved yet."

After closing the suitcase, Mr. Kurolo smiled gently, "Miss, that's your business." From the beginning to now, the matter of the Dark Sonata has nothing to do with me, does it?

Ada was furious for a while, but had nothing to say.

Seeing that Kurolo changed into a suit and walked out with a suitcase, he couldn't help but follow behind, and said anxiously: "But Mr. Kurolo is very interested in the Dark Sonata, right?" Right, it should be like this , Ada clenched her hands tightly to her chest, her brain was running fast.

Even though she didn't know what Kurolo was doing, at least she was sure that this man was strong and she needed his help.However, the problem was that she couldn't see through the man in front of her.

At first, the day she just woke up, she took it for granted that Kuroro was a gentle and kind person.

Even though she later found out that her original cognition was ridiculously wrong, Ada still felt that it was not her fault, it was because the man's appearance and behavior were too deceptive.

With a young and handsome face, a pure smile, and gentle and friendly inquiries, under normal circumstances, when a woman meets such a man, it is inevitable that she will have a good impression of him. When everything was ashes, when I met such a person, even if I didn't say anything, I was more or less dependent and grateful in my heart.

But what happened afterwards was completely beyond Ada's expectations.

He is not a warm-hearted and kind person at all, no matter how gentle and sincere his smile is, the indifference towards human life shown when getting along with him really can't deceive people.

Perhaps, rather than saying that he can't deceive people, it's better to say that this person doesn't even bother to pretend.

But why would such a guy save himself?

He said: It is your own business to find the score of the Dark Sonata, and it is also your business to destroy it after you find it.

The tone and demeanor in which he said these words did not seem to be fake.

But after that, he accompanied himself to Rick's old residence.

why?

According to the fact that the two did not get along for a short time, the only thing Ada could confirm was that this man was very interested in the Dark Sonata.

But even so, Ada is still not sure whether this can affect Kuroro's actions.

After all, it's just about being interested.

After Ada said this sentence, her fingers were entangled nervously, and she was waiting for the man's reaction.

A pair of eyes that were frighteningly large due to the dry face just stared at Kuroro directly, not intending to let go of any slight change in his expression.

The black-haired young man stopped walking, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, which made Ada feel relieved a little. She knew that at least what she just said was right.

Kuroro smiled gently, but his words were still indifferent: "I am indeed interested in the Dark Sonata, but Miss Ada, what qualifications do you have to cooperate with me?"

"You are too weak." The man pointed this out unceremoniously, he still smiled gently, but the words he said were extremely sharp.

Ada clenched her hands tightly, unaware that her nails were digging into her flesh.

Watching Kuroro walk past her, she opened her mouth to argue, but couldn't speak.

Crowley left.

Ada stood there dumbfounded.

"I will become stronger." She whispered to herself, trembling without pain,

He rushed to the window and pushed it open.

"Kurolo, listen up!"

Ignoring the surprised eyes of passers-by, she lay on the window sill and shouted at a black background: "One day!" One day.

"I will make you take back what you just said!" I will make you admit that I am qualified enough to be your collaborator.

Passers-by stopped to watch and discuss, and were very interested in the gossip that fell from the sky.

The black figure in the crowd didn't stay for half a second, and just left on its own.

Ada leaned on the window sill, her eyes gradually darkened.The wind blew up her long white skirt, and the hem of the skirt fluttered like a butterfly.

The author has something to say: do a big death...

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