[Hunter] Reasons not to love you

For a while, Shinobu thinks more and more angry, and takes a step back and thinks more and more losses.

Before going to bed that night, I was still very angry about Xiba poisoning me to vomit blood, so I refused to let him go to bed and drove him to sleep on the sofa.

He didn't try to argue or resist, just stayed on the sofa and fell asleep.

Dry!

Didn't he try to coax me? !He just fell asleep on his own!He has no heart! ! ! ! ! !

Want to break up with him immediately.

no. If you say "break up" too often, it will be the same as "wolf is coming", and you will no longer be taken seriously.I will refrain from saying the word.

Very angry, very angry, tossing and turning on the bed, unable to sleep, thinking that Shiba was sleeping soundly as if nothing happened, I was even angrier.

Fortunately, I didn't consider marrying him. Many men are completely two people before and after marriage. Now it's just a formal relationship, and they haven't married yet. Xiba has this kind of virtue. After marriage, he must not drive me to death.

Taking out the knife from under the bed, I was so angry that I wanted to kill Shiba.

I like to put knives under the bed. When I was a child, I was too weak and could only use sharp weapons to fight back against the enemy. Putting the knife under the bed can give me a sense of security.

I used to put a |gun under my pillow, because with a gun, even a helpless child could beat an adult.

Weapons are too important for children who lack force.

The plot of the original book is not important, and the revenge of beating the enemy is not important. It's none of my business. I'm going to kill Shiba and chop him into many pieces, right here, right now, right now.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, tenfold.

What a shit surprise, I vomited so much blood for no reason, and didn't apologize to me.

The moment I ate the poisoned potatoes and my head was dizzy, I felt the anger that I might be betrayed.

Over the years, all the love I had accumulated for Shiba turned into killing intent, and I drew the knife out of its sheath, and I held the handle.

Huh, hateful professional killers, with cunning nature and extremely sharp nerves, they can't sleep to death, and they will wake up at the slightest sign of trouble - I found that Xiba's breath in the house disappeared.

Now that he noticed it, I don't have to try my best to suppress the murderous aura.

Throwing the scabbard on the bed, I held the knife, sighed, and walked out of the bedroom slowly with bare feet.

I think of my first real killing in this world.

Holding the table knife, stabbing at the man's body is not called killing. Before I did it, he had already been stabbed to death by the killer.Although I didn't know he was dead when I stabbed him, I regarded him as a living person, but judging from the cause of death, I didn't kill the person at all, and the law should only convict me of insulting the corpse.

The man is dead, utterly dead, the professional killer who killed him has completed his task, and probably left quickly.

I hope so, one more person is one more variable, and the fewer people at the crime scene, the better.Now that the man who kept me in captivity and abused me is dead, I have to clean up the mess for myself and find a way out.

The original plan was to run away immediately after killing the man. It would be more comfortable to starve to death as a vagrant than to die here.At that time, I thought that the chance of success was slim, so I didn't make a detailed plan for the situation after success.So when the man really died, I was a little bit at a loss.

Calm down, think about what people will do after this murder scene is discovered?

When a man dies from a homicide, the police, or the man's relatives, they must find the murderer.

The person doing the autopsy should be able to confirm that the cause of death was "heart digging", right?After all, the lethality of a table knife is limited, and stabbing the abdomen does not immediately lead to death.

In the worst case, if I am regarded as a murderer and convicted of intentional homicide, there is no death penalty in this world, I will go to prison, I don’t know how many years I will spend in prison, and I will have a criminal record when I come out, so it won’t be much better.If the relatives of the deceased judged me privately, then my life would be worse than death.

There is no way, in order to avoid subsequent disasters, I must erase the evidence and create a double.

I picked up my piece of clothing that was torn off by the man and threw it aside, pulled out the table knife stuck in the man's abdomen, and wiped the table knife repeatedly with the clothes to eliminate fingerprints.

The girl lying under the bed had a swollen face and a nosebleed. She was not dead and was in a coma.

I took off her clothes, being careful not to get blood on them.Then he dragged and dragged her onto the bed, put the table knife in her hand, held her hand and stabbed the corpse's abdomen a few more times.

When I assassinated the man, the girl woke up and probably saw my face, and she would have confessed me afterwards - don't take it to chance.

Only the dead don't speak.

Clenching my fists, the inner struggle time was shorter than I thought, I wrapped my hands with my clothes again, then held her hand, and stabbed the table knife into her own throat, the whole blade went in —and disguised her as committing suicide.

As for my clothes, there was blood on it when the man was stabbed and the girl committed suicide, probably not mine, and it was thrown between the man and the girl, as the girl’s clothes were torn by the man, and then the blood of the two was spattered, It looked like it was covered in blood.

The captive girls in the manor are dressed in a uniform style, and I exchange clothes with the girls so that no one will notice.

I went to the bathroom in the man's room naked to wash off the blood, and then changed into the girl's clothes. I felt that there was no flaw left, so I fled.

A professional assassin who killed a man, his assassination technique was so good that he didn't alarm any guards.The security of the manor is useless when it comes to powerful professional killers, but it is very effective when dealing with ordinary people like me, which led to me being caught.

"..." It is common for girls to run away in the manor, so it shouldn't be suspicious, right?

The guards took the escaped man to the owner of the manor as usual, only to find that the man who was the owner of the manor was dead.

The dungeon of the manor was dark, and it was impossible to distinguish between day and night. After an unknown amount of time, someone came and brought me to a strange man.No one in police uniform was seen in the house, so they didn't call the police?It seems that they are going to solve the matter of the man's death in private?

The strange man's hair was dark green, and the curly short hair was piled on his head like a mass of seaweed, so let's call him "Seaweed Head".

Seaweed Head asked me where I was, what I did, and if I heard or saw anything suspicious the night the man died.

Omitting the part about the assassination of the man, I said that I planned to escape and was caught back, and I heard or saw nothing suspicious during the period.

"Can you guarantee that you are not lying?" Seaweed Head clasped his hands, rubbing his thumbnails, "Any missing details are also considered lying."

"..."

"I can give you another chance to speak," he said. "Is there anything else you want to add?"

When he was talking, he didn't look at me, but looked at his own thumb, and his tone was gentle, but I still felt an inexplicable pressure on my back. I'm afraid Haizatou is not easy to mess with.

Anyway, telling the truth is also death, and it may be even worse. After thinking about it again and again, I gritted my teeth and decided to speak hard, "No more. What I said is true..."

My mind suddenly disconnected, and when I realized it, I fell to the ground, and the pain seemed to be falling apart.

Seaweed Head has already stood up, he kicked the last kick, and he kicked me the second time.

Like a leaky ball, I was quickly kicked to pieces by him, delirious.

"I gave you a chance." Seaweed Head grabbed my hair, lifted me from the ground, and dragged me into a further room, "Unfortunately, you are a bad boy full of lies."

Later I learned that Haizatou was the younger brother of the deceased, and they did not look alike, because they were not born to the same mother, and he looked more like his mother.

"If there is no video tape, maybe I will be tricked by you." He put me down, picked up the remote control, and continued to play the picture on the TV.

The camera was facing the bed of the deceased, recording all my actions.

I thought of the camera that the deceased had set up while he was abusing the girl.He likes to record the abuse process for later viewing.But I never expected that the deceased also hid a camera in the room.

One hundred dense and one sparse.

With the current level of technology, the quality of the video is not high, with obvious noise and noise, and the killer's speed is too fast, the killer's figure can't be seen in the video at all.

I said that I really didn't see the killer's appearance. I didn't know that the man was dead, so I frantically stabbed him with a table knife when he was dead.

"Oh? Isn't it to vent your anger?" Haizatou took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his hands. It was all my blood.

"..." I fell to the ground, and I didn't have enough strength to say a word.

"Well, it's true that you didn't kill my brother. You and the killer are not accomplices either." Haizatou wiped the blood on my face with a handkerchief, "But what does that have to do with me?"

Seaweed Heads have taken over the estate.

As the brother of the deceased, he was more than that.

Because I almost cheated him, I became his focus.

"My brother often said that a good girl's voice should be similar to that of a cat."

"Are you a nice girl?"

He pulled out all my teeth and nails.

Unlike the deceased who likes to record, he likes to take pictures, and pays attention to the composition of the picture and the modeling of the model.

He adorned abused girls in ornate props and costumes, some alive, some dying, all dying, their eyes lost.

I have lost count of how many pictures were taken by him.

The sound of the shutter was like a knife falling again and again, and I felt numb.

He didn't intend to let me go easily, so he didn't kill me, and asked the doctor to heal me again and again.

Of course, I tried to escape again, and when I got back, I provoked him, spat in his face, and just wanted to die-I knew he was a clean freak.

He dragged me to the bathroom, rinsed me from head to toe, and raped me.

It is impossible for the body of a 7-year-old child to withstand the brutality of an adult man. The whole body was soaked in blood, and the pain that almost tore me in half became blurred. I thought with some relief that I was finally going to die.

But what is even more frightening is that Seaweed Head is actually a healing mind user.

He healed my wounds.

Everything healed, along with the teeth and nails that he had previously pulled out.

I remembered that in the original book, there is a rare game card in the island of Greed that can instantly heal any injury, called "Breath of the Archangel".

Yes, this kind of ability is the grace of God, the breath of an angel, in priesthood workers.

In the sadist, that is the devil descends.

……I want to die.

"As long as I'm here, you won't die." Seaweed Head stroked my cheek and called my name for the first time, "You have to play with me forever, Peerless."

He took the razor, held me down, and peeled off my skin bit by bit, healing me before I died.

Afterwards, when I saw Seaweed Head's face and heard Seaweed Head's voice, I trembled all over and couldn't move.

There should be some kind of limit to his ability to read.

It is impossible to have no restrictions. The stronger the effect of the mind ability, the stricter the restrictions.

Except for the time when I escaped, he didn't often use his mind ability. As long as I was not about to die, he would never use his mind ability, but used conventional medical methods.

He wants me to continue playing with him, so he will wait for me to recuperate.

When my two eyeballs were still in their sockets, I tried to read and write.After traveling to this world, being able to "listen" and "speak" without barriers is considered a language plug-in, and "reading" and "writing" have to be done by yourself.Based on my understanding of the original manga, I probably know some knowledge of the common language of this world, and I am not completely confused when I try to figure it out.

Haizatou does not object to my literacy, he is very supportive, he also taught me personally, more gentle than ordinary teachers, and full of patience, rewarding me with snacks from time to time, even reading me bedtime stories and playing the piano for me.He wants me to be alive, which is a lot more fun than a totally broken doll.

No, actually I'm not that strong, I'm just dying, giving up thinking, and relieving the pain of "being alive" by focusing on other things.

Because of his ability to read, I was able to taste all kinds of death punishments, such as fire roasting wheel torture, lingchi corrosion, piercing, stone punishment, lead drip punishment, etc., and I was forced to describe my feelings to him in detail as a survivor.He praised me, saying that the way I describe my feelings is more literary than that of ordinary children of the same age.Other children only know how to talk about pain, but I know how to describe it more appropriately.

He sawed off my limbs, cut open my stomach, held up my "small and cute" internal organs and showed me one by one, and told me their names and uses one by one.

I don't know why I didn't go crazy.

Maybe I've gone crazy.

When the seaweed head died, I was like a hungry wild dog, gnawing on his flesh until the bones were exposed.

It turned out that the cost of his mind ability was to consume life, and he killed himself.

Metamorphosis is really an unreasonable creature.

Haizaotou has never used his mind ability on the same person multiple times, and he did not expect that it would awaken me to "mind".He didn't even expect that I had read the original manga, knew about "Nian", and learned to use "Nian" without any teaching from him.Before he died, he was still admiring me for my "genius who taught himself without a teacher".

I intentionally tried to kill him several times, let him use his telekinetic ability continuously, weakened him, and then attacked him.

He said he had admired me ever since I almost lied to him.

He said he was in love with me.

...shit.

Fortunately, the age is early enough, and the development of the network is still in its infancy. Only the government|government and the military have the conditions to build a communication network with multiple independent computers interconnected.

That kind of local area network with many restrictions is not a real network, and there is no such thing as seaweed head uploading photos to the network for backup.

I'll just burn the negatives and all the photos.

In the end I burned the whole estate, including everyone in it.

I also found legally recognized "foster parents" who had no desire to raise children and were merely black-hearted intermediaries between orphanages and perverted rich people.

They didn't personally abuse any children, but they pushed people into the fire pit, and they were also beasts in human skin.

After so many transactions and dealing with countless children, of course they have no impression of me.

And I will remember their faces, their voices, and their names until I die, which I later learned were pseudonyms.

It doesn't matter, I found them, shut their mouths, and beat them to death.

That year, I was 9 years old in this world.

Now ten years have passed, the flame has not been completely extinguished, it has been rekindled, and I am haunted by killing intent.

boom!

The light bulb in the living room exploded, and the room that had been on for a while was plunged into darkness again.

Taking a deep breath, I tried my best to restrain myself a little. If I lost my mind due to extreme anger, it would be even more difficult to kill Shiba to death.

Damn.

Almost perfect "absolute".

I can't feel his aura, and I don't know where he is. He is worthy of being the next Patriarch of Beat Enemy, a top professional killer in the world, with excellent professional strength.

Can only use "circle"?

The author has something to say:

Peerless, a woman who can climb out of hell alone is definitely not a kind person

Xiba, a man who can sleep on the tip of a knife with Jue Shi every day, awesome

But Shiba, how can you hide when Peerless is sick? !

If it's a man, stand up and calm down by stabbing a few knives in your vitals by a peerless woman~

"Ha! Don't worry about it, it's just a mortal wound!" - Gilgamesh