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Meteor Street——

Anything can be left here.

Garbage, weapons, corpses... even babies, no matter what you leave here, the residents here will accept it all. ?

……

February 1985.The moon and stars are rare.

Kuroro walked alone in the empty streets of District No.11.

There is an orphanage in the southeast corner of this block. They will raise the orphans on Meteor Street until they are six years old. The director will arrange for people wearing protective clothing to go to the garbage dump to look for abandoned babies every day.

But not every time it pays off.

More often than not, workers collecting recyclables find babies squished under the waste, already cold.

Next to them, there is a mountain of garbage piled higher than people. The old TV is plugged upside down in the dirty and rotten food. The screen is covered with cracks, reflecting the devastated Meteor Street.

Three or two crows squatted on top of the broken tires and boulders, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell in their eyes, which was a kind of cold dark red.

whenever someone approaches.

They will flap their wings and fly away screaming.

The wings crossed the sky, and the black feathers slowly fell down. It was the color bred from the land of Meteor Street, and it would eventually be reburied here with time.

A black shadow jumped up the wall and landed lightly on the eaves of the orphanage.

Kuroro stood on the roof with his hands in his pockets, his shirt was shaking slightly in the wind, and his broken hair was messily scattered on his forehead.

Those dark eyes stared at the old house calmly.

This is where he used to live.

There is a church next door to the orphanage. Its owner is an old man who claims to be a priest. Kuroro often sees him climbing to the roof to wipe the yellowed cross.

Occasionally, the priest would give some food to the children in the orphanage, and then smilingly took out a worn book from his robe.

At this time, the dean who was dozing next to him with his eyes closed would rush over cursing: "You dog, you have lost your mind after staying outside for more than ten years, and you actually ran back to Meteor Street to preach!"

Before he had time to share the content with the children, the priest immediately took back the precious book and walked away briskly, leaving the dean standing alone at the door pointing at the priest's back and cursing.

after that……

The priest seems to have been killed?

Kuroro tilted his head slightly, thinking casually, after all, too much time has passed, and he doesn't remember many things.

Of course, it may also be because he never cared about it.

The boy raised the corners of his lips, smiled slightly, turned around and jumped off the roof.

Leaving the orphanage at the age of six, selling fake news to deceive others at the age of seven, being hunted down by several angry groups at the age of eight...

During that time, the name "Kurolo" was blocked by almost all the underground gangs selling news in the eleventh district.It's a pity that none of them know the real face of "Krollo".

A group of people said angrily that they wanted to tear "Kurolo" into pieces.

And he himself was actually sitting on the abandoned iron box not far away at that time, watching them with great interest as they went mad with impotence and rage.

Recalling the past, Kuroro smiled vaguely, then walked slowly through the places where he had been, and then took a shortcut to the ninth district, and came to the abandoned building where he was injured.

The corpses on the ground floor had already been disposed of, leaving only a dark trail covered in dust.

The narrow corner where he was hiding at that time was also full of dust, and the tattered black cloth was hanging loosely beside it, and the wind blowing in from the hole pushed the black cloth around.

A few long pieces of cloth dangled in the air, and then slowly fell down.

The cold moonlight shone faintly in the boy's eyes, which made his aura even more unique. He was obviously smiling, but his expression was extraordinarily indifferent.

At this moment, a bird landed on the edge of the frameless window.

This is a bird unique to the Gobi Desert. Its feathers are gray-yellow similar to sandy soil. It has a long beak and sharp claws. It is good at catching slender insects hiding under the sandy soil.

The bird tilted its head and looked at Kuroro, its big eyes were round and round, then it flapped its wings suddenly, and opened its mouth as if it wanted to scream strangely, Kuroro suddenly glanced over casually.

The bird call that should have been hoarse and sharp was blocked in his throat.

It froze for a moment, and suddenly widened its eyes.

The peanut-sized brain made it unable to understand why it stopped, but the animal's sixth sense told it to leave quickly.

So the bird spread its wings and flew away as quickly as it had come.

The abandoned building returned to silence.

Kuroro stood indifferently for a while, then turned and walked out.

Meteor Street tonight was unexpectedly quiet. Occasionally, a few residents of Meteor Street who were collecting items in the alleys would just glance at him from a distance before turning their heads and walking away.

The black-haired boy stepped on the uneven ground and walked back slowly.

His mind ability has been stuck for nearly two years. It has been so long that he has been able to analyze the theory of mind ability very clearly, but he still has no way to accurately find the ability that best fits his thoughts.