I must make the thief who stole my abilities look good! [Comprehensive]

This time Kurolo didn't steal Blanche's ability, because the current situation is very different from when Kurolo stole the ability.

After the ability is stolen, Blanche can't turn all kinds of doors into ordinary apartment doors by touching the door frame, and it is even more impossible for the chaotic space to appear behind the door, because her ability is gone. Nothing can be done.

This time, Blanche could change the door and even step in, but after stepping in, she didn't go through the town of Becky, but returned to the room of the mayor's house.

So "capacity failure" is the most appropriate description.

Blanche was once stolen by Kuroro, the so-called first-timer and second-time acquaintance. She knew that it wasn't Kuroro who did it, but she didn't know who was behind the scenes.

After she lost the ability of any door last time, she went through a not very pleasant experience.Even if some experiences gradually fade away over time, they have left strong traces, and only a little introduction is needed to fully revive the memory.

From the moment she entered the fairy-tale town, the ever-present feeling of discomfort enveloped Blanche, her nerves were a little tense, otherwise she wouldn’t have called Kurolo just because of a question about Jacqueline’s good intentions. With so many words, it can even be regarded as bad language.

After hearing about the tradition behind it and the final destination of Jacqueline's missing internal organs, Blanche felt that the fearful flood locked behind the dam had finally burst.

No, that person should have died... At that time, there were no living people around her...

After watching Blanche's disabled ability, Kuroro covered his mouth and pondered for a while, and whispered as if talking to himself: "If the effect of a certain ability is to prevent outsiders from leaving the island , Then what will the restrictions he set be? Too broad restrictions are not easy to implement, and too detailed restrictions are likely to be missed. How did they think you have the ability to move long distances? And the location of the island Blocking, traffic control is very easy, there is no need to superfluous... It should be a simpler and more straightforward effect, such as passing through certain restrictions to disable the ability of the psychic, and you just happened to reach the restriction."

Then he asked Blanche, "Did you meet anyone on your way back that caught your eye?"

Blanche thought for a while, but really didn't notice anything, and finally shook her head.

Kuroro walked to her side. Due to the narrow space between the bed and the wall, the width could only accommodate a bedside table. His presence blocked most of the light, and Blanche huddled into a ball. Under his comparison, Appeared more slender.

Passed a palm to her, "Get up, let's go out and have a look together. There are too few clues now, and there is always a way to find the ability."

The girl didn't hold his hand, nor stood up, but buried her head between her knees again, blocking out all the light from the outside world.

It was only then that Kuroro realized that Blanche was trembling, as if she had been thrown into the snow and ice, her muscles unconsciously tightened, her joints stiffened uncontrollably, and her entire body collapsed due to excessive force. Trembling slightly.

He originally thought that Blanche's uneasiness came from the failure of her ability. After all, he was the thief who stole her ability, and it really didn't have any consoling effect, but now it seems that this is not the case.

She was like a person standing on the edge of a cliff, staring at the abyss, even though she hadn't fallen yet, she couldn't help being afraid of the coming weightlessness.

Kuroro picked her up and put her on the bed, wrapped her in a blanket, and said, "I'll see if there's hot chocolate in the kitchen, and when I get back, tell me what happened two years ago."

Blanche's eyelashes trembled slightly, responding to the time point of "two years ago". Chrollo probably understood that the incident should have happened after her ability was stolen during the hunter exam they took.

The door opened and closed, and the smell of hot chocolate gradually filled the room. Soft and sweet marshmallows floated on the brown liquid. Blanche didn't notice the sound of the door opening and closing, but was overwhelmed by the smell of hot chocolate. Attracts attention.

The side of the bed pressed down slightly, and he handed over the cup with one hand, and he said, "Drink and see, I have never cooked chocolate before. Mrs. White taught me to do it just now, and it was surprisingly difficult."

Blanche took a sip, "It's too bitter."

She frowned, and refused the head of the Phantom Troupe's first homemade hot chocolate drink shamelessly, and turned her face away, saying that she would never take a second sip.

Kuroro shrugged, took it and drank it himself. He thought it was pretty good for a beginner, but someone was really difficult to raise.

But the sweet smell and the warm touch of the blanket made Blanche gradually relax.

After Kuroro finished the cup of chocolate, he put the empty cup on the bedside table, and Blanche finally spoke.

She showed her hand from under the blanket, instead of looking at Kuroro, she focused on typing.

"Have you ever heard of a book? It's called Globe Travel, Food, and Me."

Kuroro thought for a while before answering: "Ah, I have heard of it and read it. When this book was first released a few years ago, it was very popular all over the world, and it was translated into dozens of languages. Remember to mainly record the author's travel notes and recipes."

"The author's real name is Nazuka Kazuki, and he is...a man with a very clean breath, who doesn't look like a real person." Blanche, who lacks vocabulary, described it this way, "Two years ago, I was bought in an underground auction. gone."

Blanche's movements didn't change, nor did Kurolo's expression, he wasn't surprised.

When he met Blanche again in Beiqi Town two months ago, she didn't speak or walk on two legs, and he wasn't surprised at all.Because two years ago, a little girl who was not too strong in thinking lost her life even after losing the ability to rely on it for a living.

Was it abducted by people/traffickers?Not too surprising.

Kuroro said: "Bought it...was it treated as a slave?"

Just like John Hepps, a rich man who lives in Youkexin, there are always some people with a bright appearance and a sick heart who like slender and young things.The human beings on the booth of the underground auction house have been deprived of the label of "human beings". They have become less than human beings, and people who can afford it can do whatever they want, regardless of whether they used to be capable or not—there are too many ways to control people .

Blanche's faint blue eyes met Kuroro's for the first time today.

Under the light, her eyes showed a very transparent light blue, but the emotions inside seemed to be forcibly emptied, so that her "seeing" was purely looking, without other meanings.

"No, I wasn't treated as a slave." She raised the phone, and the screen was clearly reflected in Kuroro's eyes. He read the book so fast that his voice could no longer catch up with his line of sight, and then his dark pupils shrank slightly After shrinking, it returns to its original shape.

"Below a slave—he treats me like a domestic animal."

It is not human beings who can do whatever they want and deprived of the right to resist, but chickens, ducks and fish that can be slaughtered at any time.

Kuroro's short pause seemed to be interpreted as doubt and disbelief in the girl's eyes.

The blanket slipped off Blanche's shoulders, and she got out, half-kneeling on the bed, and could rarely see the top of Kuroro's head.

Blanche lifted up half of her blouse, revealing her white and tender waist. Because of her thinness, the traces of her ribs could be seen faintly.The young girl's skin is fair and delicate, like ceramics, worthy of being touched in the palm of the hand, for fear of being broken, it is precisely because of this that the scar on the lower edge of the ribs on the right side of the body is particularly obvious.

The protruding granulation couldn't fuse with the skin next to it, showing a faint pink color, like a worm fixed there and unable to move, and the direction of the entire wound was too smooth and neat, it really didn't look like it was caused in a battle.

Blanche's voice said: "He once opened my abdominal cavity, cut off part of my liver, and ate it. Then he sewed me up again, because he said I was the most delicious human being he had ever eaten. Delicious Find a way to make something more delicious, and then stay and enjoy it slowly.”

"But when he was about to open my head, my thoughts went berserk...everyone around me died..."

When she was typing here, Chrollo's hand suddenly touched Blanche's scar.His light touch made Blanche tremble—with shame.

It wasn't the naked skin that made her feel ashamed, but the scars that once represented human beings, being looked at and touched by people, and the images popped up again and again, making Blanche uncontrollably ashamed.

When Kuroro looks at people, his eyes are very pure, as if he is looking directly at the most straightforward and naked soul of human beings, not the external flesh and blood.Blanche could observe Kuroro's facial expression by lowering her eyes slightly. Because she was close, she looked very carefully. When he stared at her scar, he just stared at her without joy or sadness.

Then the man leaned over and kissed Blanche's scar lightly. The soft touch made Blanche flinch. Kuroro raised his hand and stopped her waist, not letting her back down.

Delicate kisses fell around the scar, and the tongue licked the protruding granulation, as if comforting a young beast, or like a knight imprinting a contract kiss on the back of the princess's hand.The temperature of the skin and the skin are fused with each other, and it seems that each other's thoughts are also exchanged during the exchange of body temperature.

The silver-haired girl in his arms trembled uncontrollably, causing the man's arms to tighten and hug her.

The thick eyelashes fell down, covering the flashing emotions in the dark pupils.

There was a strange emotion in Kuroro's heart, and he found that this emotion should be called...jealousy?