The Coming Rain

Chapter.3

For Charlotte, competing for food with people in the garbage dump is a very quick way to get food, but to be honest, Charlotte really doesn't like to go to that kind of place, not only because of unwarranted cleanliness, but also The kind of cruel competition makes Charlotte, who has been living in a relatively stable environment, unable to have a good impression of snatching food.

Even for a foraging mouse, it can cost your life.

It's not that she has sympathy and pity for the people of Meteor Street, Charlotte just feels it's worthless, but she also knows that this is the way of life of the lower classes of Meteor Street, and she has no way to change it.

The conventions that have been formed over the years cannot be interfered with by an outsider.This is the law of survival of the Meteor Street people who have been integrated into their flesh and blood. Her intervention will only be a kind of disrespect, and it may even lead to chaos.So she will never interfere with this kind of behavior with her own ideas. If she does that, she will only make mistakes, just like what she did a long time ago. If she doesn't understand and makes her own decisions, it will only lead to mistakes, regrets and regrets.

So after leaving Kurolo and the others, Charlotte did not go to the garbage dump, but went to the central area of ​​the No.13 block where she is now, which is a convenient place to get food—although the means of getting it are in Somehow worse than getting food at the dump.

Meteor Street is said to be a "street", but in fact there are 13 blocks in total, and Kuroro and the others are located in the No.[-] block, which is the most chaotic.Each block has a street chief who is responsible for ruling the entire block and communicating with street chiefs in other blocks. The power in the hands of street chiefs is generally the strongest. Of course, the existence of emerging power groups is not ruled out. , and this type of people is always vulnerable to concentrated artillery fire from other forces.

The central area of ​​the block is a more stable place than the periphery, and it is also a place where ordinary people with psychic abilities can live.Although Kuroro and Feitan have mastered the initial ability to read, they are still young and lack combat experience. If they live there, they will definitely be excluded and hit, so they have never gone there to grab a house to live in. .

Charlotte didn't go to the area where the garbage was piled up to fight for food, she threw a piece of iron in her hand - although it was rusted, it could still be called a weapon.

The target is a middle-aged man who is walking on the road in the center of the block. He is a person with the ability to read, but judging from his entanglement... he is not an opponent yet.

Charlotte's figure was so fast that the naked eye couldn't catch it. The man only felt a pain in his neck. He lowered his head and saw a pair of smiling eyes. The blue color was as beautiful as the rare sky on Meteor Street.

"Is there any food? If you have any, can you share some with me?" The handsome young man's smile made the man dazed for a moment. When he woke up, he was ashamed of his daze, and angry at the young man's rude and arrogant words. : "Little devil, you can live..."

There was indeed pain in the neck, but it was only the pain from the skin. He had already stiffened the moment he felt the pain, and he was not worried that his throat would be cut.

He didn't know that in this world, someone would not take the powerful mind ability seriously.

Before the words fell, the blood was already covered in the dust on the ground, the man fell down in disbelief, his pupils were dilated, and the life he had protected for two or thirty years had been simply sacrificed to the god of death by others.

Charlotte was still smiling, and shook the iron piece casually, as if trying to shake off the blood beads on it: "Thank you for your gift, I will make good use of this gift."

Fresh corpses are welcome on Meteor Street. People will ask for blood, organs, bones, brains, and even muscles.

Charlotte's technique was quick and accurate. The man's throat was indeed touched at first, but it was actually the central nervous system at the back of the neck that was cut off, killing him instantly.Even if there is a hard existence, it is useless. In the final analysis, the power of mind is only formed by the vitality in the body. As a cherry guard, she is in charge of the power of "life", and power of mind is nothing to her.If it wasn't for her ability to be restrained, she could directly take this person's life without even moving a hand.

So why is an existence like a BUG allowed to be released into this world...

The blood flowing out of the corpse is not much, but it is also very complete, so it should be able to be exchanged for good things.

Thinking of this, Charlotte pulled up the trousers of the corpse, dragged the corpse and walked in one direction, and everyone who saw her turned a blind eye.

Meteor Street is very contradictory, life is very precious-this is for oneself, life is also very cheap-this is for strength.In fact, there is no difference in other places, but it is more prominent in Meteor Street. In order to survive, one can give anything, even the countless lives of others.

Turning and turning through dilapidated streets and dark alleys, a shop appeared in front of it. There was a rickety wooden signboard on the iron door covered with reddish-brown rust, which was covered with dust. The corners are covered with cobwebs, which looks very dilapidated, but the words "Thirteenth Street Exchange" on the signboard are very eye-catching, and the black lines have a solemn atmosphere.

Charlotte raised her head, admired the signboard for a while as she did the previous few times, and then kicked open the rusted iron door and shouted carelessly: "Hey, old Karen, I want to use this thing in exchange for food and clothes." Charlotte threw the man's body on the ground in front of the counter with a smile on her face.

Old Karen is the person in charge of the exchange. He is a treacherous and cunning person who often deceives people. Charlotte doesn't care, as long as he is cheated, he can only exchange for quantity.It is also because of Charlotte's "generosity" that old Karen has a good attitude towards Charlotte.

The old man with dry gray hair raised his head from behind the counter, looked at the corpse with shrewd gray triangular eyes, and squeezed out a smile on his wrinkled face—a sinister smile: "Hey, isn't this Is that bastard Crewe? He just robbed me the day before yesterday, and he was robbed of his life today, he deserves it!"

"Okay, old Karen." Charlotte smiled helplessly, "You haven't reached the stage of dementia yet, have you? Shall I repeat my request?"

Old Karen put down his old face and looked unhappy: "Isn't it just some food and clothes, I'll give it to you right away, young man, what's the hurry."

While searching, old Karen was still talking: "You said you want to change food and clothes? The food is okay, but as for the clothes, are those two little devils from your family again? You're not strong enough, you always make troubles, and you just look good on the surface, and you can find better ones based on your conditions."

"Hey, who do you think I am?" Charlotte bent her arms on the counter, tapped the polished wooden surface with her fingertips, and said dumbfoundedly, "I don't have Garnett's perverted hobby, they But my brother."

Garnett is the mayor of No.12 Street. He is obviously a handsome uncle, but he is a pervert who likes to adopt beautiful boys or teenagers as child prostitutes. When Charlotte first saw Garnett's photo, she was very upset. What a pity.

Of course, the result after knowing it was to make Kuroro and Feitan a little messy, and they despised them a lot.

"Who are you lying to?" Old Karen snorted, "Only that blue-haired guy really thought it was your younger brother at first, but with that attitude, who can't tell that you have nothing to do with each other? And that dead black-haired brat always makes people laugh." I feel uncomfortable, and I have a bad attitude towards you, so I might as well call it my master rather than my younger brother."

Charlotte didn't bother to answer, took the packed clothes and food from Karen, waved her hand and was about to leave, but was stopped again: "Tell your two to be careful, our street will be close to No.12 Street Trade, maybe he will be caught by Massa as a trade object."

Massa is the mayor of No.13 Street. He is wretched, not big in stature, but he is ruthless and will do anything for his own benefit. will be strange.

Hearing the rare concern from old Karen, Charlotte turned her head and showed a bright smile to old Karen: "Thanks, bring something better next time."

"I don't care about your little things!" Old Karen waved his hand, and then lowered his head to look at the account book. He didn't know what his expression was when he heard this. Charlotte didn't care, and walked back carrying it.

After returning to Kurolo, Charlotte handed over food and water, and spread out the clothes to see if there was anything to be changed, but she was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Kuroro naturally felt it.

"It's not clothes, it's a piece of fabric. It's really rare. The quality is very good, durable, and it's black, so it won't get dirty." Charlotte shook the fabric curiously, and found some strings, even buttons and needles. .

It must have been specially left to her by the old Karen. Although he always said that he was a stubborn old man, he was actually kind to her. It was rare that he could do this in such an environment.

Maybe it's because he's getting older, he's been through a lot, blood and tears, it's all in the past, he's taken everything lightly, and he's paid more attention to feelings instead.

"Tsk, old Karen seems to want me to do it myself, so it doesn't fit me." Charlotte looked up at Feitan who was swallowing food, then at Kurolo, and said with a smile: "I'd better make two pieces." Put on the coat, or it won't fit after a while."

"It's up to you." Kuroro didn't care about these things, but Feitan laughed: "As long as you can wear it, you should be happy, who cares so much." The result was naturally a noisy meal.

In the end, the piece of fabric turned into two windbreakers, but the styles were different. Feitan stared at the windbreaker Charlotte made for him in a daze.

It is said to be a windbreaker, but in fact it was made by Charlotte after the Feitan cloak seen in the anime.The black fabric is strong and looks more pleasing to the eye than those old clothes. It is a pity that Charlotte is not good at needlework at all. Although she didn't pierce her hands into holes, there are holes left on the fabric. The eye of a needle, but as long as you don't look at it deliberately, you can't see it very clearly.

Feitan looked at his cloak for a while and Kuroro's coat for a while, and said firmly, "There are no needle holes in his clothes."

Charlotte rolled her eyes: "Nonsense, the master's coat takes several times longer than yours." She did it carefully, for fear of being punished by Kuroro if she made a mistake. Who knows if Kuroro will be a fool? Pursuit of perfection or something.

So Feitan stopped talking, just stared at Charlotte viciously, and then resolutely threw the cloak at the bottom of the cabinet without even looking at it again. Charlotte felt sorry for the piece of fabric, and didn't bother to care about it anymore.

Although it took less time, she still put her heart into it, because she wanted to make it the same as the one in the anime.As for Kuroro's coat, what impressed her the most was how Kuroro was in a suit conducting the symphony of death on the building. As a result, she didn't have a deep impression of the coat, but it was just made casually.

This has nothing to do with liking, it's purely a feeling of "collapsing". If a character you're accustomed to suddenly dresses up differently, everyone will want to "correct" it. Charlotte just "corrected" it from the clothes.