soul stone

When he was ten years old, Kurapika discovered that his mother was suffering from severe sleepwalking.

Through the wall, the sound of chopping firewood can often be heard from the backyard in the middle of the night.When I got up, I went over to see that my mother was holding the double knives my father used, and was chopping hard on the wood.He tried to get closer and waved his hands in front of her, but mother's eyes were only firewood, and there was no sign of him at all.He even felt that if he stood in the position of firewood, his mother would chop it down without hesitation.The book said not to yell at sleepwalkers, so he decided to go back to sleep and wait until dawn.

The next morning, Mom had no memory of what had happened the night before.She was dumbfounded until she saw the knife marks on the firewood and the gap on her father's blade.

The doctor in the village believed that his mother's illness was beyond his ability, and suggested that they go to the city to hire someone else.But my mother was afraid to go outside, so she had to let her son do it for her, and went out to buy medicines every spring and autumn.

I took the medicine for sleepwalking for two years, and it started to work very well. I no longer have to worry about being awakened by the sound of chopping firewood in the backyard when I fall asleep.But these days it seems that resistance to the medicine has developed, and my mother has started to sleepwalk again, and her skills in using double knives have become more and more proficient.I showed it to my father once, and was very surprised by my mother's smooth movements.

"If you don't cure it, if your mother hacks with a knife, I'm afraid even I won't be able to subdue her."

When sending him out to purchase new types of medicines, Dad told the truth at the entrance of the village that he had been unwilling to admit.Kurapika nodded.As a man, he understands his father's pain very well - the kung fu he has practiced for many years is completely understood by his sleepwalking wife within two years, and he has actually surpassed it. This is really not something to show off.

"Don't worry, make sure to complete the task. Until then, don't be chopped off by Mom, Dad."

"Hahaha, Dad try his best."

With his father's heartless smiling face imprinted in his mind, Kurapika firmly embarked on a journey to find the medicine.

Two or three times a month, Kuroro would wake up from sleep.He slept little and lightly, and the life on Meteor Street could not accommodate a sound sleep.

When he couldn't fall asleep, he would get up and study forcibly, or go out to kill people.Sometimes he would think that those who died to let him vent the pain of insomnia were the most pitiful ghosts.

Push open the door and meet Pike in the corridor.Pike handed him a warm drink, his favorite kind.It doesn't seem to be a coincidence.

"Captain, are you insomnia again?"

"A little bit." Kuroro smiled and took the classical porcelain cup engraved with fine patterns, and sat down on the almost abandoned concrete slab.Pike sat down not far away, holding vanilla tea in his hand.She seems to like that scent very much, and she drinks the same scent every time she has a tea party for insomnia.

Pike picked up the cup and pretended to smell the aroma of tea, but he had a hesitant expression on his face.

"I heard that there are only a few lava whales left in the world."

"Well. After the Hunter Association intervened in the hunting ban, it became more and more difficult to capture. I'm sorry, Pike, for causing you trouble."

"Headmaster is serious." Paconoda's face flushed slightly.

Curling the corners of his mouth, Kuroro said calmly and sharply:

"You're trying to talk me out of it, aren't you?"

"No, I..."

The leader interrupted her: "It's time to change the target. Gather all the members for me. Gather here before the end of the month."

Four years of hard work came to nothing. He had a lot of negative emotions to vent, but he couldn't show them in front of the members.

He wanted to kill people, lots and lots of people.

When investigating "White Fire", he also investigated the other six beauties.Among them, what interests him the most is the "flaming red eye" - the eyeball of the Kuruta tribe.When the Kuruta are emotional, their eyes turn red.To get that eternal red, you have to inflict pain and then dig it out while you're still alive.

The eight years on Meteor Street have driven blood and death deep into Kuroro's soul.A peaceful life is not for him, he needs those things that have become part of everyday life.The same goes for the members.While the people on Meteor Street are desperately seeking to survive, they are also yearning for the death of others.That made them realize vividly that they were still alive.

They will definitely be interested in this event.

"Hey? The investigation is stopped?!"

In the small window at the lower right corner of the screen, the long-haired girl's brows were twisted into knots, and the smooth wheat-colored forehead was piled up with this rare forehead line.

"Yeah. That person finally gave up. After all, it's been four years." The baby-faced brunette boy spread his hands helplessly, "In short, thank you for your hard work, Miss Kamijou. I will pay you another fee."

Kamijou's expression became even more tangled.After a moment of silence, she sighed softly, drooped her head and said, "Then there's nothing I can do. It's a pity that those whales...their bones are top-notch building decoration materials, and most people can't afford to buy nails even if they save their entire life. Covering such a large piece is more expensive than diamonds."

"It's a pity." The knight didn't understand her emotion, and casually echoed, "Well, I'll contact you again if I have something to do. Goodbye~"

Before Kamijou could reply, Xia Ke hung up the video call.The girl with glasses picked up the mirror next to the computer, and found that her expression was distorted, like a hideous ghost in myths and legends.

"I was scared away... right?"

She opened the drawer, took out a pair of academic black-framed glasses and put them on. She shook her long jet-black hair that reached to her waist. With her right hand, she pulled up a white hairband without any modification, and tied her hair into a thin strand at the back of her head. bundle.Glancing at her watch, she put on a black windbreaker, stepped on black thick-heeled high-heeled shoes, opened the next drawer, hid a similarly black female pistol in her bosom, opened the door and left.

In late summer and early autumn, the evening air is slightly transparent and cool.She stopped a taxi and drove to a deserted parking lot on the outskirts of the city.When checking out, she took out a [-] yuan note from her wallet.

"keep the change."

The driver nodded his thanks.

"Guest, taxis don't come here very often," he said to the passenger who opened the door, "wait for you a moment?"

Kamijou declined and got out of the car.

The parking lot is full of scrapped cars, most of which can no longer distinguish their colors due to perennial wind, rain, and sun exposure.She shuttled freely between the car gaps, followed the barbed iron fence around half of the parking lot, and came to a hole in the wall that could just accommodate one person.

The cat hunched over carefully through the hole in the wall, and suddenly a winding field road stretched out in front of it.In the field beside the road, the irises in early autumn are in full bloom, but the passers-by on the road have no intention of admiring them, striding past, their slender hair swaying rhythmically from side to side behind their backs.

She looked up to the west sky.The sun has been sinking for a long time, and the dark blue sky is beginning to twinkle with stars.He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, he had to hurry up.

At the end of the path, there is a two-story building built in the 50s, which is now dilapidated and uninhabited.Passing through the dead and silent residential area, there is another dirt road, which leads to the depths of the mountain from time to time.Climbing to the top of the mountain along the road, a strong wind suddenly hit, choking people almost suffocating.

Kamijou narrowed his eyes.There was nothing in front of me, and there was no road under my feet, only cliffs and rushing rivers.Thin mist was shrouded in all directions, and a suspension bridge made of wooden strips stretched straight to the end of the field of vision.

"so annoying……"

The black-haired girl habitually bent her index finger and touched the lower edge of the mirror frame.She raised her neck, sucked the moist air into her lungs, and then let it out slowly.

"Going up," she said to herself.

As soon as the words fell, Kamijou disappeared.

In the distance, cooking smoke rose straight to the sky.A gust of wind blows, the smoke column twists and turns, the woods rustle, and the suspension bridge creaks.The stars are revealed, and the birds and beasts return to their nests.The wind stopped and the smoke was quiet, and there was a figure on the other side of the bridge at some point.

"Ha-ha--" She bent over, supported her knees with her hands, and dense beads of sweat ooze from her forehead.Every time she was exhausted, if she hadn't been in a hurry, she wouldn't have run in such a hurry.If there is a mirror, it will definitely reflect a face that is more terrifying than a monster.

Taking two or three deep breaths, trying to stretch her facial muscles, she patted her cheeks and walked towards a glass room surrounded by plants not far away.The room is full of rare flowers and plants of various colors, and colorful butterflies can be seen dancing in the air from time to time.A blue-striped black-spotted butterfly landed on one shoulder, slowly stopped its wings, and seemed to be asleep peacefully.

"Come here in the last 5 minutes, there must be something urgent." The person perched by the butterfly did not move, and whispered softly, as if afraid of disturbing the butterfly.

"Yes, Sister Moelle," Kamijou lowered his voice, "he gave up."

As he thought, the members of the group were very concerned about this event, and all the old members from the initial establishment joined in.Not only is the name of the seven beauties exciting, but the strength of the Kuruta tribe has also exceeded their expectations.In Wojin's words, it's been a long time since we've had such a big fight.

Members are going door to door collecting eyeballs.Kuroro stepped across the bloody ground and stood in the center of the Kuruta square, staring at the crackling bonfire.The flames were reflected in his black pupils, transforming into various shapes.He suddenly felt a wave of thought, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Could it be... there are still survivors?

Following the direction he felt, he came to a house with an open door.In the room lay a middle-aged man and woman who had lost their lives.

The feeling of reading is getting stronger and stronger, like the rhythmic rhythm of the heart.

He blinked, and poked his head into the room.Suddenly, the pupils shrank suddenly, followed by a death-like suffocation.

The girl in kimono with red background and white flowers staggered towards him, her black eyes stared at him in astonishment.She moved her lips weakly.From her mouth shape, Kurolo read three words:

"Vera... er..."

When she was two meters away from him, the girl fell down with a plop.

Kuroro knelt down and stared at her face.Then he picked her up and walked out of the room.

is her.

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