[Hunter] Reasons not to love you

Raising my chin, in order to break up successfully, I removed the docile shell and showed my sharpness.

Xiba is different from Kiqiu. Kiqiu is a very proud girl inside and out. She usually disdains to cover up herself, while Shiba is a professional killer.In the face of my repeated provocations, he did not react violently, but remained calm, at most showing a trace of killing intent just now.

Soon, that trace of killing intent was restrained by him and disappeared.

He is as calm as a resting big cat, the kind of carnivore that rests after eating and does not kill. No, animals are animals, and humans are humans. Animals are satisfied when they are full, but humans You'll want more profit - don't let your guard down.

Shiba stood up, "I understand."

I pretended to be relaxed, secretly ready to deal with it at any time.

"In the future, anyone who wants to kill can contact me." He put his business card in the middle of the dining table, "I can also help with other things."

Faintly feeling the meaning of his move, I stood up without hiding the surprise on my face.

He took a step back and said, "I'll give you [-]% off."

I remembered the first time he smiled at me when he was a teenager. The boy said to me: "In the future, if anyone wants to kill, you can contact me. I will give you a [-]% discount."

Then I felt that the discount given by the boy was too little. After the boy hesitated, he changed the discount to [-]%.

Time can be subjective. At the same time, it can be very short, very long, or inversely proportional.

It's like Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, Nan Ke Yimeng, yes, it is very fantasy and unrealism to travel to comics.

Who am I?Where am I?

All the time in this world in the past is compressed into a short second at this moment, passing through my mind, leaving a water mark on the sea surface that disappears very quickly, and I can't help but feel a little dazed.

"Shiba, you've grown up." I wanted to pat him on the shoulder, just like when he was a teenager, just like usual.

As soon as I raised my hand, I stopped, curled up my fingers, made a fist, and retracted my hand, leaving only a smile on my face, "Goodbye."

It should be gone.

Shiba closed his eyes, then opened them, looked into my eyes with a very quiet expression, and said in a calm voice, "Goodbye."

He turned around and took a step, I suddenly stopped him, "Wait a minute."

He stopped without looking back. I picked up the key on the table and chased after him, "You forgot to take something."

Because I entrust him with the sale of the house, then I have to let him take my key.

When he took the key away, his fingers inevitably touched my palm. The time should have been short, but as the "theory of relativity" said, the time was subjectively extended, his movements were slowed down, and the details were magnified , I seem to be able to feel the texture of his skin, the temperature of his breath, and the beating of his heart.

However, no matter how extended it is, there will be a limit after all.

Gone, everything is gone.

The quicksand between the fingers, the bubble burst.

"I'm leaving." He took the key into his hand.

Many times, I have watched his leaving back, I am very familiar with it, but this time is different, this time he really will not come back.

I pushed him away, by choice.

Stand there blankly, watching the silver figure disappear completely.

Going out of the house, I close the door.

Goodbye, see you again, and I will never come back.

After a four-day journey, I returned to my own residence, which is a single apartment, suitable for living alone.

The house that has been left alone for three months has accumulated a lot of dust, but I have basically digested my depression during the journey, and I can cheer up to do housework.Moreover, not allowing yourself to be idle is a good way to unwind.

This is the first time that I have cleaned so meticulously. Even the large furniture and electrical appliances were removed one by one, and the dead corners that would never be cleaned at ordinary times were cleaned.

There are also some items that I found no longer needed after sorting out, and I also cleared them all out.

"Huh—" After cleaning the house thoroughly, and then washing my hair and taking a shower, I stood in the middle of the room and stretched my waist.

Dirt in every sense of the word has been removed and I'm super refreshed at the moment.

The last time I felt this way was when I was a child burning hell.

I, the peerless good woman, I am resurrected la la la la!

Snapped--

Suddenly there was a hole in the glass window, and the glass shards flying out of the hole reflected the setting sun, smearing it with a golden edge, shining like a jewel.

Rubbing the burned temples, I slammed open the half-covered curtain in two steps at a time, trying to lock the sniper's position.

[Wojin, another psychic who resists sniper rifles, gave you a thumbs up]

boom--

Huge heat waves and explosions filled the entire room, breaking through all the glass windows, and the glass windows on the upper and lower floors were also affected and shattered one after another. Glass fragments splashed and scattered, like a hailstorm.

As the hailstone fell, I grabbed one of the larger glass shards, strengthened the glass shard with "Nian", and threw it out.When the soles of my feet touched the handrail of the balcony downstairs, I used this strength to rush towards the direction the ballistic came from.

The sniper rifle fell to the ground, and glass shards cut through the man's nose and penetrated his brain. He fell to the ground and died on the spot.

I searched him, but found no useful information.

hateful.

Standing on this rooftop and looking back at the apartment I lived in, the apartment I had just cleaned contained my unfinished manuscripts and some material files, all of which were wiped out.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!Damn it!Even if you use a sniper rifle, there are actually bombs to make up the knife.

If I read it right before jumping out of the window, the bomb was hidden in the takeaway box. I just ordered takeaway after cleaning and wanted to relax. I was going to watch TV while eating. I didn’t expect this takeaway box to be my personal property ) caused the biggest blow.

I never delay the manuscript, and I have accumulated enough credit every time I submit the manuscript on time. I called the editors one by one to say that my house was bombed, and this time I could not submit the manuscript. They did not question it, expressed their understanding and comfort, and the editor Suggest that I use this matter as material for my next manuscript.

In the era when surveillance was not popularized, it was convenient for the perpetrators, and it was also convenient for me.When I made a statement at the police, I cut the facts and said that I happened to go out to throw garbage and escaped unharmed.

The source of the explosion was obviously from where I lived, and the police asked me if I had any feuds.I said yes. In order to collect materials, I secretly filmed in some illegal and criminal places. I have suffered retaliation methods such as siege in dark alleys and vehicle collisions, but this is the first time I have encountered such a large-scale retaliation method.

The lady police officer who took the record looked me up and down suspiciously. I took out my hunter license and told her that I was a professional hunter.There are only a few hundred professional hunters in this world, and those who are not outstanding cannot obtain qualifications. They have high social status and are widely respected.After checking the authenticity of the hunter's license, the police lady dispelled her last doubts and said that I can go, and I will be notified when there is any follow-up progress in the case.

Among the editors I contacted by phone before, there is an editor who needs to meet and discuss in detail.

We met in a restaurant in a shopping mall building, the busiest business district, with a lot of people coming and going, unless the retaliators want to make a more explosive news and attract the attention of the government, otherwise they should not use guns here Or bomb|bomb.

We didn't touch the meals and tea on the table, who knows if there is any means of "poisoning" revenge.

"What's the reason this time?" The editor held on to his black-rimmed glasses. The technology of the current era is limited and there are no ultra-thin lenses. Too thick lenses make his glasses slide down easily. "It's because of the black-hearted bread reported last time. Factory?"

He is one of the editors of the TV program "Front Line Close Distance". The main content of the program is to track news hotspots, investigate legal cases, reveal the truth and other reports about the rule of law and people's livelihood, with "true and unique on-site unannounced visits" as the core The selling point is that a large number of abnormal shooting scenes will be played in the program.

"Would the Black Heart Bread Factory engage in such exaggerated revenge? I think at least drug dealers or arms dealers would do such things." I said, "I don't remember that I offended those desperado-level characters."

"That's great." The editor raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender. "I'm worried about how to give you a satisfactory explanation for a suspected revenge incident. Just thinking about how much work it takes gives me a headache."

Hey, I didn't expect their secrecy to go anywhere in the first place, so I'll avoid offending the outlaw-level characters.

"But I'm really angry." I clenched my fists, "My manuscript and recent material files have been destroyed, and I can't write all the manuscripts I want to write. Didn't you say that this incident can be used as material? Then Let it be."

"Really?!" The editor pressed the table and stood up excitedly, causing the people around him to look sideways.

I raised my hand to cover my face, and I told him to sit down.

"As a professional hunter, I think I should make some contributions to society, such as fighting crime and crime."

"Oh, oh, I know, I saw a criminal hunter once, and his aura was completely out of the ordinary, and he stunned me."

After discussion, the next program will focus on this retaliatory bombing case, and at the same time, I will disclose the vest of one of the whistleblowers on other platforms. I am famous for winning the Pulitzer Prize for a photo taken on the battlefield, and I have been active in ordinary people for a long time. Unreachable areas, helping people broaden their horizons and walking on the death line, is a mysterious freelance writer who is called "the son of death" and whose pen name is "a bowl of fried rice".

There is no other meaning, just to tell everyone by the way that I not only go to war zones or places with harsh natural conditions, but also to fight crime.

The image has grown up.

"I don't show my face, I only accept telephone interviews, and my voice needs to be processed for me." I don't want to be so high-profile that people will recognize me on the road.

Readers almost all think I'm male, and that's fine, the mystery needs to be maintained.

"No problem." The editor nodded again and again, "This is the first time the mysterious 'Fried Rice King' has been interviewed on a TV show, and the topic will definitely not be low."

Thanks to his auspicious words, the combination of vicious revenge bombings and mysterious contributors received a good response from the show.

So we made persistent efforts, I took out the material inventory I kept in the bank safe, and made more dangerous revelations to attract attention.

"As expected of the son of death, he really knows how to die" "I'm so worried that he will suddenly evaporate from the world" "It will be fine, it is said that he is a professional hunter" "No wonder, is he so awesome?" "Exciting, I want more" "Smell When I read the text of Fried Rice, I immediately started to sit up in the coffin." "Fried Rice, I can't sleep without your story meeting." "Fried Rice is really a person, isn't it an organization?" A snowflake of letters poured in, filling the TV station There is no time to read in the storage room, so I can only pick a part at random to read.

I remember that my last highlight was the year before last, when an article I published in a newspaper was honored to be included in a junior high school textbook by a country’s Ministry of Education, so I received a large number of curious letters from students asking whether certain details in the article were true of.

Of course there is artistic processing, but the article is basically completely true, but ordinary people do not have the opportunity and luck to witness it.

Some readers could tell that the article contained real experiences and said it sent chills down the spine.

Yes, reality is often more absurd than fiction.

I am constantly traveling and recording, which is more like writing than creating—the world itself is rich enough.

What I need to learn is how to communicate them and be a qualified bystander and recorder.

I've been doing these things for ten years.

Why do these things?One is to be interested and want to be a career, and the other is to accumulate popularity.

Sit down in front of the computer, open the network connection settings, and enter the account and password.

Dial-up the Internet through a telephone line, and use a hunter license to connect to the local area network built by the Hunter Association, and then view the information on the hunter website.As we all know, the reliability of the information network of the Hunter Association is one of the best in the world, and it is an existence that can compete with the intelligence network of Beating the Enemy.

Searching for information about myself, there is a piece of "beating the ex-girlfriend of a member of the enemy's family", this information was updated three days after Shiba and I broke up.Think about it, this website already has information like "a bowl of fried rice", alas, there is a long way to go to protect the security of personal information.In the original book, Kurapika's team was deceived by the paid information updated in real time on the hunter website.

As the saying goes, money can turn ghosts. If you have presidential-level power and huge wealth, such as Kim Fulishi, you can become a top-secret figure on the hunter website and cannot be searched for any information.

For example, if you search for information on the hunters, you can only find a brief introduction to them by the local tour guide without any additional information.

At such times, I can't help but feel the powerlessness of being an "ordinary person".

However, "Hunter x Hunter" is a manga published in the well-known juvenile manga magazine "Weekly Shonen Jump", and even if it contains a dark plot, it is still a shounen manga, with "friendship", "effort", "victory" as the key words as themes.

According to my understanding of shounen comics, when encountering a big boss that cannot be defeated, everyone will pray together or raise their hands high, gather the energy of the whole universe to achieve the increase of individual energy, become a giant of light to protect the earth or something... It sounds very Shit, but things that transmigrate into comics can happen. In the case of conforming to the laws of shonen manga, it’s okay to be more idealistic, right?Isn't that what shonen manga should do?

Anyway, most of the inconceivable things in this world can be explained by "reading", so the situation on my side can be explained as: the resonance and investment of readers when they read my words constitute the link with my soul.This world has the concept of a soul.To read a good book is to have communion with the author.So and so, so and so, theoretical support is probably enough.

Don’t underestimate the power of words and language. Sometimes a sentence can warm a person’s life, sometimes a sentence can stab a thorn in a person’s heart forever, and sometimes a sentence can make a person make a choice to change their destiny. Wartime speeches It can inspire the people to win, and the cultural invasion in the peaceful age can affect the people's cognition-culture is a unique social phenomenon of human beings, and it is the deepest and most lasting force that is condensed in the material and free from the material.

Of course, this ability to read has its shortcomings. When the reader forgets the feeling of resonance and investment at that time, the soul link will be automatically released.

So I need to ensure "popularity" and constantly accumulate readers.

I've been doing this for ten years.

Ordinary people are like ants in this world with the setting of "mind ability", but when the number of readers reaches a million... million is a metaphor, there may not be so many, or it may be more than a million... Tiny increases are stacked layer by layer... As a base, my own cultivation is also very important, zero multiplied by any number is zero... In this way, it can become an amazing power, as well as eyes and ears.

I call it: [Standing on Millions]

The revenge of the Black Heart Bread Factory is just a cover, as I know, the world's number one assassin family has the most enemies in the world.

When I disassociate myself from Dadike, Dadike has no obligation to pay for me, an outsider.

Originally, I thought this was not a problem, because the character who regards the "ex-girlfriend" as the target of revenge, with such vision and heart, cannot become a truly powerful character, but is just a troublesome fly and mouse.

...beyond expectations.Maybe it was fueled?

Picking up the phone, after breaking up with Shiba, I called Shiba for the first time, "Shiba, haven't you married Kiqiu yet?"

"Others probably think that your old relationship is over? As an ex, I am very troubled."

"Just complaining a little bit. Sheba, don't be too greedy."

The phone hangs up.

In the main house of the enemy beating guest in Kukulu Mountain, Shiba turned his head, and his father Geno came to him from the darkness at the end of the corridor, reminding him, "Shiba, it's time to make a decision."

It's time to make a decision.

...things went beyond expectations.

The abilities displayed by Peerless made even the beating enemies confused, and... more and more desire to understand and obtain.

That power is beyond the norm, "Nian" should be the result of accumulation over time, but her ability does not conform to this rule.

Restriction and oath?No, restrictions and oaths are not omnipotent, and there is a certain upper limit based on personal qualifications.

She changed the shape of "Nian" and turned it into an arrow. She was as powerful as a bamboo, unstoppable, and her state was stable.

She is showing force, she is deterring, she is issuing warnings, she is saying "don't be too greedy".

How did she get it?What price did she pay?Why can she have such qualifications?

The original goal has gone off track, and the priority is to get her unique secret instead of getting her.It might destroy her during the period, no, of course it would be better not to destroy her, but things might not be so smooth.

"If we want to get her secrets, we need a formal meeting," Geno said.

Benefits and risks coexist, this truth will never change.

Beating the enemy, an ancient and huge killing machine, once it is fully operational, it may crush her, or it may be severely injured by her - if you enter the battlefield in person, you have to consider various possibilities.

It is easy to hide the open gun, but it is difficult to defend against the hidden arrow. It is impossible for a person to have no weaknesses.

Achilles, the invincible hero in mythology, is invulnerable to swords and guns and impenetrable to the gods, but he also has the fatal spot of "ankle".So people refer to the "Achilles heel" to refer to the greatest or only weakness of someone or something.

Not only humans, but even gods have weaknesses.In mythology, Baldr, the god of light, everything in the world swore not to harm him, but he did not expect that he would be killed by an inconspicuous mistletoe.Because the mistletoe was too weak to be taken seriously, no swearing was made.

Yes, there should be no living things in this world that cannot be killed, the only difference is how much it costs to kill.

This is a gamble, which is true for beating the enemy, but why not for Peerless?Her warning, in other words, was a signal that she was finally overwhelmed and hoped for peace.She may be at the end of her strength, playing the final game.It may also be an ultimatum to consider the relationship in the past.

Although not formally, Zeno has gradually handed over the decision to beat the enemy Hakka master to Shiba.

In the eyes of outsiders, the owner of the Dadi Hakka family is a well-known name, but inside the Dadike, it is just the father who entrusts the family business to his son. It is enough to have the usual precepts and deeds and instructions, and there is no need for a grand ceremony to carry out the handover. The ceremony was just a formality after the dust settled.

Following the long-standing family tradition, the completion of the marriage ceremony by the next successor is the sign of the official succession to the head of the family.

Unexpectedly, before officially succeeding as Patriarch, he would encounter a difficult choice.

In a world where the strong come first, power is the greatest temptation, and everything else is secondary.

Whether it is a golden apple or a deadly poison, no one knows except Jue Shi himself.

So no matter what choice you make, it cannot be regarded as wrong.

"..." Sheba looked at Zeno again.

Geno knew he had made a decision.

Hearing Shiba's choice, he put his hands behind his back and replied with a smile: "Okay."

As a father, no matter what choice his son makes this time, as long as the family foundation is not shaken, he will try his best to support it.

Yes, whatever.

The author has something to say:

To put it bluntly, her peerless ability to read is her career, a true career woman (laughs)