[Hunter] Reasons not to love you

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In addition to this episode, Xiba did not choose to let go, but chose to use family power to destroy Peerless, and then get the if route of Peerless

This chapter describes from a peerless perspective

The next chapter will be described from Sheba's perspective. Some people say that the memory of goldfish is only 7 seconds.

It doesn't matter whether this matter is true or not, I will forget it anyway, and I... can't remember it again.

(One)

I woke up.

"Ma'am?" A woman in a black suit uniform stood in front of me and questioned me.

who is she?who I am?Where am I?

"Madam, this is the diary you wrote yourself." The woman in the black suit seemed to have been prepared, and immediately handed me a notebook, "After you read it, you will understand the current situation."

I opened the book, but unexpectedly there was a photo inside. Before the photo fell to the ground, the woman reached out to catch it and put it back in my hand.

"This is a photo of you and Master Shiba." She explained to me the contents of the photo.

In the photo, a woman was sitting on a chair with a confused look on her face. The man standing next to the woman had silver curly hair and sharp eyes.The man folded his arms, tall and muscular, which made the woman look extraordinarily weak.

When I saw this man, my first reaction was fear.

Maybe it's appearance bias?I feel like he's a horrible person.

He is still wearing training clothes. Is he practicing martial arts?Will he hit me if I upset him?

To hide my uneasiness, I put the photos in the second half of the pages of the diary, and started to read the first page of the diary.

[You who read this diary are called "Peerless·Beating the Enemy". On xxxx x month x, you encountered an accident on the way to perform a mission, your brain was damaged, and you began to lose all your memories from time to time, so you left This diary is convenient for keeping abreast of the current situation. 】

[The photos in the diary will record your closest people. When writing this page of the diary, the photos in the diary are photos of you and your husband.He doesn't seem to be easy to mess with, but don't judge people by their appearance, he is actually a very gentle person with his family. 】

The diary then briefly introduced the situation of the killer family "Beating the Enemy" and "If you have any other questions or any needs, the accompanying butler will try our best to solve them for you."

To be honest, the men and women in the photo don't look like each other, they don't look like a husband and wife, but more like... a strong man and his captive?

There are so many questions to ask that I don't know where to start.

In short, this diary let me know that I am in the impregnable main house of the Dadike family, and I don’t have to worry about intruders harming me. It is a very safe place.

"I want to go and see my room." I decided to start by finding out who I was originally.

"Yes." The woman in the black suit led the way for me.

The most conspicuous furnishings in my room are the rows of bookshelves, as if I entered a library, and I was surprised by how many books there were.

"Before you married Master Shiba, you were a freelance writer. Because of the need for writing, you read a lot of books." It is likely that this is not the first time that the woman in the black suit answered my similar confusion. One wants, "Do you need to look at your previous work?"

After getting my affirmative answer, she led me to continue walking in, and stopped in front of the bookshelf, "Here are all your published works in the past ten years, as well as some surviving manuscripts."

ten years? !so much? !how old am i !

"You have been publishing articles since you were ten years old." The woman in the black suit seemed to have a mind-reading ability. "Sorted by time, the top row is your early published works. You mainly write documentary works, so photos are also included. It was taken by you yourself."

On the bookshelf, I randomly pulled out a few document bags of different years. The handwriting on the manuscript was indeed similar to that in the diary.In other words, the "I" in the past liked to go to some dangerous places?Actually ran to the battlefield and no man's land to take pictures or something.Seeing that the pseudonym was "a bowl of fried rice", I thought it was a food article.

Hand all the opened document bags to the woman in the black suit, and ask her to put them back as they were.

The feeling of being followed all the time made me very uncomfortable. While she was sorting out the files, I said that I would go to read other books, walked past a few rows of bookshelves, and shook off her figure.

This row of bookshelves are filled with fantasy stories, recalling the manuscripts I just read. Although they are documentary works, in order to be more fascinating, there should be artistic processing in them, right?Is the fantasy story a kind of reference?Or simply extended reading?After all, people who work on writing can't read too narrowly?

Pick a few titles that interest you, and read the introduction.

Among them is a book called "Blue Beard", which tells about a terrible man who killed many wives with a huge axe. The pictures in the book remind me of the photos in the diary, "my" husband see It also looks terrible, and he is also the current head of the assassination family, a professional assassin who has been working for many years, and he may have killed more people than I have ever seen in my life.

Why did he marry me?How could a freelance writer marry a hitman?

The works of "I" are all documentaries of dangerous areas, so "I" is for the pursuit of excitement?

Then why did he marry me?Want to play exciting games with me?

Is it life-threatening?

I don't know whether it's the previous "I" mentality that is more terrifying, or "my" husband himself is more terrifying.

My hands trembled for no reason, and the book fell to the ground. I wanted to bend down to pick it up, but the large shadow on the ground made me freeze. I looked up and saw a man, exactly the same as the man in the photo in the diary.

He picked up the book, and I felt as if I saw a monster emerge from a horror story book and become a reality. In an instant, my limbs froze, motionless, and I was stunned.

"Peerless." He seemed to understand something immediately, "Have you forgotten again?"

I didn't answer, and he continued, "Most of the time, you'll ask to come here first."

He was so tall, close to two meters, with broad shoulders, and a huge shadow shrouded him, giving him a sense of oppression. Compared with the flattened image in the photo, he was far more dangerous.

I looked up at this strong man with growing fear.

He was violence personified, his arms were thicker than my thighs, and I felt like he could tear me in half with his bare hands.

I dared not move, so he put Bluebeard back in its place without handing me the book.

"Peerless." He reached out to me again, "We should go back."

Back and forth and back and forth?Where to go?

I was able to move suddenly, when he stretched out his hand towards me, I stepped back quickly, but he hugged my shoulder even faster, a little helplessly, as if coaxing a disobedient child, calling "my" name, "... ...Peerless."

Also out of the desire to survive, I didn't dare to resist him, and he led me out of this room full of bookshelves.The woman in the black suit didn't keep up. The corridors of the main house of the beating enemy extended in all directions, like a large three-dimensional maze. It took almost 10 minutes to reach the destination.

Knees together, hands clasped, I sat on the sofa very stiffly, and I really didn't want to accept the reality, but the reality was that the man took me back to his room.The man who had just taken a shower was even scarier than the bloody smell when he saw me before, because he only wore a bath towel and told me to take a bath.

Recalling the relationship between "I" and his characters mentioned in the diary, coupled with the situation in front of me, I feel hairy all over my body.

Under many kinds of fears, I chose the lighter one, and boldly asked: "...can I not wash it?"

"Yes." He replied, without stopping, and continued to approach me.

I recoiled on the couch and he said he didn't mind.

don't mind what?Do you mind if I didn't wash it?Don't mind being on the couch? !

"I... I'll go back to my room and sleep." I've already retreated to the edge of the sofa.

"Your room has no bed, and you usually use it as a library." The man said, "At night, you sleep here."

"I can sleep on the couch," I said. "There are couches too."

You can sleep on the floor, as long as you can stay out of this man's sight.

Although "I" and him are in a husband and wife relationship, my impression of him now is only a brief introduction in the diary and about ten sentences of dialogue. He is a stranger. How could I sleep with him immediately?

Unless he is a peerless beauty, no, he is not shabby, with three-dimensional features and a sculptural face, he can be called handsome, but I am afraid of him.

Seeing his body, and looking at my thin arms and legs, the difference in physique is here, and I don't need an ax to chop. I think I will die on the bed.

"Peerless, you rejected me in the same way last time." The man said.

"..." This shows that the "I" last time was also very afraid of you!

"Before that accident happened, we agreed to have five children."

"..." Five, five? !

"I really want to respect your current wishes, but if you keep stagnating like this, nothing will start—we should look forward, Peerless."

He said it so directly, if he wanted to force it, I couldn't resist him, so I had to bite the bullet and say I'm going to take a shower.

Closing the bathroom door and turning on the shower as a cover, I checked the only vent available as an exit, nope, not big enough for an adult to slip through.

No way, I had to really start taking a shower, until a man outside the door urged me, "Peerless, are you alright?"

I was fine, but as soon as I heard the man's voice, something would happen. I was scared to death.

If I want to be more open, I won't lose a piece of meat, but I may die on the bed.

I put on my clothes and opened the door as if I were dying, and the man stood at the door like waiting for a rabbit, and hugged me horizontally. I couldn't help shivering like a caught rabbit in his arms.

"Today, I really can't do it today." I tried to make the last struggle, "Next time. Definitely next time."

"You have used the excuse of 'next time' many times." The man said, "This time you have to make me endure... Peerless, before that accident, we have done it many times, your body will not Any discomfort. And, I don't think I can control myself like that anymore."

It is probably a very difficult thing for a man in his prime to endure for a long time. His eyes are terrifying, as if he wants to tear me apart.

I trembled even more, it was all my fault that the "I" didn't meet the man's needs last time, and this time the "I" suffered even more.

"No, no, this time it's really... no." I started to cry, and I decided to let the next "me" suffer this kind of misfortune.

The man put me on the bed, I raised my hand to hold his arm, and begged cheekily, "Please... next time..."

"That's what you said last time." The man began to take off my clothes.

As expected of "I", the "I" used the same method last time, because I thought the same thing as the "I" this time?

That is the irresponsibility of the "I" last time, no, there is also the "I" from earlier.

It turned out that "I" was such a despicable person, and suddenly I felt bad all over.

What happened next doesn't need to be repeated, I feel like I will die on this bed.

(two)

I woke up.

"Ma'am?" A woman in a black suit uniform stood in front of me and questioned me.

who is she?who I am?Where am I?

"Madam, this is the diary you wrote yourself." The woman in the black suit seemed to have been prepared, and immediately handed me a notebook, "After you read it, you will understand the current situation."

I opened the book, and unexpectedly there was a group photo inside. Before the photo fell to the ground, the woman reached out to catch it and put it in my hand.

"This is a photo of you and Master Shiba." She explained to me the contents of the photo.

In the photo, a woman was sitting on a chair with a confused look on her face. The man standing next to the woman had silver curly hair and sharp eyes.The man folded his arms, tall and muscular, which made the woman look extraordinarily weak.

Looking at the mirror next to me, I have the same face and expression as the woman in the photo.

My diary tells me that due to an accident, I was left with the sequelae of occasional amnesia, so I need to be accompanied at all times.

Continue to look through the diary, according to the records in the diary, "I" has frequent sequelae, sometimes once in less than a day, and the longest record is once in three days.

"..." It's too miserable.

Even if there is a "husband" who "does not judge people by their appearance" and is "gentle to the family", it is hoped that the "territory of assassination families and beating enemies" will not reach the border. For me who has no past memories, it has no real sense.

In the diary, the "me" of the day left a record and suggested that I remember to exercise so that I would not be overwhelmed in bed.

Thinking of the tall and strong man in the photo, I wonder if I shouldn't be here?

One day in the diary, "I" left a record, telling me about "Nian", saying that it can strengthen my body.

Why do you want to strengthen your physique again? Is "my" "husband" that scary?

One day in the diary, "I" left a record and told me that I would have five children in total.

"..." I feel bad all over.

I wanted to run away, but the woman in the black suit never left. Even if I sent her away, there would be other black suits to replace her. There were hundreds of black suits in the territory, and I couldn't find a chance.

Then should I read the part about "reading" in the diary again?

(three)

I woke up.

who I am?I'm on the bed, and a strong man is above me, hugging my waist—who is he?

I don't know whether "I" is voluntary or "is voluntary". In short, I choose to struggle first. The man is so strong that he locks my wrist and makes me breathless.

Finally, when the man was over, my lower abdomen was sore and swollen. I felt uncomfortable and wanted to reach out to rub it, but the man stopped me.

"Peerless, these days are the days when you are more likely to conceive, so you have to work harder." The man explained to me.

ah?What are you trying to do?conceive?Why?Moreover, it seems that the man's effort is obviously more than my effort.

Completely different from the rough action just now, he gently helped me straighten the hair stuck to my face with sweat, "Peerless, you forgot again."

who?name?I?Peerless?He knows me very well?

"This is the diary you wrote yourself." The man seemed to have been prepared, and took out a diary from under the pillow and handed it to me. "After you read it, you will understand the current situation."

The diary told me that because of an accident, I had the aftereffect of amnesia from time to time, so I started to write a diary.

There is a photo in the diary, which is said to be a photo of "me" and "my husband", that is, me and the man in front of me.

The diary also told me that, according to the plan, "me" and "my husband" intended to have five children.

As expected of a diary written by "I" myself, it cuts to the chase, and the status quo is organized concisely and clearly, allowing me to quickly understand the ins and outs and regain some sense of security.

This man should really be "my" husband. He knows my body very well, but it is also possible that he has good skills.

I don't know, I still need to continue to observe, the ghost knows whether the diary is fabricated.

Alas, my mind is empty, I can't remember anything about the past.

Well, at least the "amnesia" thing is beyond doubt.

After recovering my strength, I need to explore around.

In the man's arms, under the comfort of the man, I fell asleep in a daze.

(four)

I woke up.

who I am?Where am I?

In the space full of water vapor, I saw traces of ambiguity all over my body, and I was in a trance.

"Peerless, are you alright?" A man's voice came through the door.

I was still in a trance and didn't answer, so the man opened the door and came in. As soon as he saw me, he seemed to understand something, "Peerless, you forgot again."

He turned off the shower, handed me the towel, told me to dry off, and then read "my" diary to see what was going on.

The diary said that I had the sequelae of occasional amnesia due to an accident, and this strange man was my husband, and we had plans to have five children.

Five, five? !

The man put his arms around my waist from behind, which scared me so much that I almost screamed.

A tall and strong man, full of muscles, full of hormones, I couldn't help swallowing, and my heart retreated.

Very unpromising, I have some weak legs.

The man picked me up, as easily as picking up a celery. When the toes were off the ground, without the support of the ground, and my body was hanging in mid-air, I found that I was shaking.

He carried me to the bed, there was no room for resistance, and I closed my eyes resignedly.

(Fives)

I woke up.

The woman in the black suit next to me showed me "my" diary, and when I was about to read it, the man mentioned in the diary as "my husband" appeared quietly, and the woman in the black suit had long since disappeared.

Although I have no sense of reality for most of the things written in the diary, the existence of the man is real at this moment.

Letting go of the diary, I took a few steps back. There was no way I could retreat. I leaned on the bedpost and tried to seek support.

"Don't worry, I won't touch you." He seemed to know what I was afraid of, so he eased his majestic expression, and smiled at me, "Peerless, you are already pregnant."

"what?!"

(six)

I woke up.

"..." I found out that I was a pregnant woman.

(Seven)

I woke up.

Because I was pregnant, the woman in the black suit next to me suggested that I continue to lie on the bed, and then showed me "my" diary.

I only read a part of the diary, and suddenly I had an unbearable abdominal pain.

The woman in the black suit immediately notified the others that "madame may be giving birth".

Dry!Giving birth hurts!

During the excruciating pain, I couldn't bear it anymore, and gave the man who was "my husband" mentioned in the diary a middle finger.

I don't know the expression on the man's face, anyway, I think I might die of pain on this bed.

Consider the diary saying I need to have five children in total.

Let me bleed to death this time.

(Eight)

I woke up.

The woman in the black suit next to me showed me "my" diary, and took me to see the baby mentioned in the diary.The photos in the diary were replaced with a group photo of three people, one is "I", one is "my husband", and the other is "my child", which is the baby in the cradle in front of me.

This setting has no sense of reality, and I can't remember how I suddenly had a husband and child, and how the child was born.

I'm so confused.

(nine)

I woke up.

"This is your diary." The strange silver-haired man handed me the diary, "After you read it, you will understand the current situation."

According to the records in the diary, because of my repeated amnesia, this man who is "my husband" has done the same thing many times.

He was very patient and took the trouble to accept my strange attitude towards him.

I also have a child, I also have no impression of the child, and the child seems to be used to my symptoms, and calls me "Mom" with a friendly attitude.

Kind of heartless, but the first thing I think of is the diary saying "I" was going to have five kids, and I'm currently left with four.

I feel bad all over.

(ten)

I woke up.

I found out that I already have three kids.

"I'm sorry, I always forget you. I have to get to know you again every now and then. Does it bother you?" Because the three children are very cute, after reading the diary to understand the current situation, I couldn't help but say, "I don't know what I can do for you."

The children are all born by the previous "I", and the current me has no sense of reality.

"It's okay, it's not mom's fault."

"We are family members. We should be considerate of this little thing."

"It's okay to never remember the past, just create new memories together."

The three children are very sensible, are they angels? !

But I still can't like "my husband" and when I see him, I immediately remember that I have two more children to have.

It's so easy for a man, just provide the cells and it's over. A woman is going to be pregnant for ten months and go through painful childbirth. It's scary to think about it.

(eleven)

I woke up.

I am a pregnant woman.

After reading "my" diary, I learned that after giving birth to the one in my stomach, there is the last one left.

Is it over? !

(twelve)

I woke up.

After reading "I"'s diary, I learned that the previous "I" had completed the great fertility target of having five children, and there was nothing to do with me.

I let out a long breath, ecstatic.

After understanding the current situation through the diary, I decided to follow the example of "my" mother-in-law (who is "my husband"'s biological mother), leaving Kukulu Mountain and heading for the road of personal freedom.

child?husband?funny?I have only seen photos, I have no impression of them, and I am not familiar with them at all.

The previous "I" has been exercising in order to strengthen my physique. As expected of me, give the previous "I" a thumbs up!

I threw off the woman in black suit who was following me and rushed down the mountain. Sure enough, the door of the trial was easily pushed open.

I am from...

(thirteen)

I woke up.

who I am?where am I?What am I doing?

The huge metal door towering in front of me caused me countless questions.

"Peerless." The tall, unfamiliar man pushed open the extremely heavy door from the inside.

When the door was pushed open, wind and clouds dispersed, blowing the man's long silver hair.

Several cool ones, I was shocked and couldn't help but applaud him.

He seemed to know me very well, and he hugged me directly into his arms. My uppercut that attacked him was lightly received by him.

"Peerless, you forgot again." He stroked my hair, as if to comfort me.

"Who are you?" I couldn't help asking a very uncreative question.

"I am your husband." He held my right hand and showed me the ring on my own ring finger. "Let's go home."

"I don't." I replied immediately without thinking.

The answer was invalid, he picked me up, and he pushed open the door that closed automatically just now with one hand.

"Go back," he said.