[Comprehensive] A good snake has a safe life

What kind of experience is it that the soul of the person in his arms is taken out.

After a long time, when Kuroro sat alone in the prison, recalling his mood at that time, he was probably very panicked.

He rarely used this word to describe others, or said that the word itself was not suitable for Meteor Street.Although it is not too difficult to survive on Meteor Street, Kuroro thinks it is best not to panic when encountering things.

Because it is easy to die.

And death is another topic for him. To sum it up, it is probably that although he knows that he will die, most of the time he is not afraid of death.

One is to know that death is inevitable, and the other is to know that he has the ability to protect himself and keep himself alive.

By the way, let the people in the brigade survive, during the mission.

This is true most of the time, but subtly different some of the time.

During that small part of the time, Kurolo thought that he didn't seem to want to have even a little relationship with these two words.

Not only himself, but also the silver-haired and red-eyed guy beside him, he also wanted to isolate her in a world that had nothing to do with death.

In this way, she can stay in this world for a longer time.

Kuroro figured it out a long time ago that the existence of Shelley does not belong here.Whether it's her special, versatile and unclassifiable mind ability, or whether she is independent of other people, going in and out of Pandora's Forest as if no one is there, or whether she is completely different every time she "dies". Even mortals die in good ways, which are actually incompatible with this world.

Every time this guy talks about reading ability seriously, Kuroro actually wants to laugh.But he held back, because Shelley would definitely blow up, beat him, and finally drive him out of the room and let him roll to sleep in the original room with the cold quilt by himself.

This is actually a very childish move, and Kuroro himself doesn't know why he enjoys it.

And when I think that this is probably what Shelley called "ordinary life", I still feel a little happy.

Ordinary life.

Kuroro has a kind of obsession with these four words. It was like this when he was at the base, and he was also like this when he went to the outside world-he saw many ordinary lives when he was looking for Shelley’s tiny hometown, and then It was refined again in various poses and with different expressions, condensing ordinary life into a simple sentence.

Within the framework of the outside society, they live a regular life with limited freedom.

At first glance, it is really boring, and it is completely inferior to the freedom in Meteor Street.But the freedom of Meteor Street is risky, so it seems that the outside world has a kind of...

Whitewashed peace.

This kind of appearance is really easy to tear apart. Every time You Kexin has something to do, all the gods on the underworld are like cicadas that have been lurking for 17 years, swarming in every corner of that city.The hustle and bustle during the day, the peaceful singing and dancing at night, and the bloody killing before dawn.Repeatedly, without end.

Shelley must know about this kind of thing, but she doesn't seem to care, at least Kurolo can't see that she cares.

At that time, she was worrying about how to refuse the blind date that beat the enemy Hakka, and the whole person looked explosive and happy, like a rabbit ready to bite at any time.

It is thanks to the chivalrous man that he can find her.

Kuroro was not so optimistic about this baby face before, probably because he had a resistance to baby faces and operating systems.

Maybe the latter is more, because Shelley seems to have once said that all operating systems are bastards?

She seldom scolded people before, even if her whole body was tense, but sometimes the weakness or softness she showed made her look well-bred.She also seldom kills, even if she knew that he wanted to trick her into selling her, she was only beaten half to death instead of really dead.

When Kuroro was thrown out, it was true that he had only one breath left, but he made the calculation at that time, and she would not really kill until the life of this person was really threatened.

A young lady who didn't even kill him when she was in a hurry, is really stupid and cute.

The feeling that he must do something later felt more like a kindergarten mentality, that is, no matter what, he must attract the attention of the person he likes.Kuroro found it interesting when he analyzed himself later, and he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Do everything possible to get into every hole, this is the principle of Meteor Street.

Then he inquired little by little, like hunting, and then learned about her little by little.

What kind of person is she, what is she thinking in her mind, what is she going to do...

to get her.

Yes, our Meteor Street is like this, it is true if you get it in your hands, let true love go to hell.

This may be where she ends up being different from him.

When Kuroro saw Shelley dying for the first time, a sentence popped into his mind.

Emotion is really a very deadly thing.

She seems to be quite unreasonable, but in fact, she still exudes an aura of wanting to find someone to live happily with - that aura is so different, so different that it is a bit dazzling.

Meteor Street is obviously not a suitable place for her, but she still hasn't given up hope of trusting some people or finding a friend here.

Kuroro watched her trust her deputy warden, and chatted with Paknotan every day.

She probably doesn't know who that dead fat man is, but he is just a humanoid torture instrument with a little power to deal with private festivals for the Presbyterian Church.And that guy often goes to the place where orphans are taken, picks up some girls who haven't been enjoyed by men to satisfy himself, and picks a new batch the next time he goes.His so-called home was a fictional thing that he saw in Shelley's character. The so-called photos were all taken urgently and then made old.

And Paknotan...

She originally thought that she could get some information for him, but every time she came back from playing, her face became more and more gloomy.Sitting there, she sometimes showed an expression of injustice, which was finally digested by herself.

Sometimes Chrollo thinks about it, or forget it. Although Shelley may not have noticed it, her naive character may have angered Paknotan.

If you really want to say something big, there must be nothing.

But the kind of romance that has been protected by others and does not know the insidiousness of this world will definitely make people feel unfair from the bottom of their hearts over time.

Such a person must have been too exciting for someone who had to desperately survive on Meteor Street.

That's why Kurolo felt that he killed the fat man in advance.

Wanting to catch Shelley was actually a fantasy for them at the time, and Kuroro didn't know why, so he decided so suddenly.

It was purely an accident that he fell into the catacombs. He hugged the young lady who seemed to have lost consciousness, and lowered his head to hear who she was calling.

Shirley.

The corners of his mouth slumped, the same way he heard other people's names from the drunk snake girl after a long time.

In his memory, Shelley was a soft but strong-willed person.At least she wasn't deceived by him at the time.

After such a long absence, she should be more resilient.

It's not supposed to be like that.

She looked majestic and cute in that black uniform.She'd squat down and give tourists a hug, then bicker with that blond kid from nowhere, and...

Sitting on the tree, I don't know where to look, with a lost light in my eyes.

She looked tired, as if... lost the strength to go on living.

Kurolo thought about why Shelley was like this.He thought that Shelley must have gone to places he didn't know and couldn't go, and lived other lives, and experienced experiences he couldn't predict at all.Those experiences may be extremely happy, or they may be extremely painful, so that now Shelley seems to be tired of the dissatisfaction brought about by the so-called ordinary life, or her emotions and energy have already been drained, and she can’t even continue a relatively ordinary life. The ability to live is gone.

How can this be.

Kuroro probably felt a kind of anger at that time.

Since the last time, he has been thinking that maybe one day they will meet again. For this reason, he has almost turned around the current world, and began to think about the Dark Continent.He searched all over the world for things related to the place where she appeared in the first place, the Ruluka ruins, the ancient tomb on Meteor Street, and other places that Kim Fulishi had dug.He borrowed the luck of Narcislia's child, but he just wanted to solve the secret of Shelley's coming and going to this world, but now she is like this, sick and listless.

Why.

Kuroro felt that he was back to the kind of kindergarten, with almost negative IQ and EQ.But he thought about it for a long time, and finally stayed there honestly.

Every day I watched her live in peace, I tried my best every day to let her take medicine first, and then I watched her still look listless, but I started to have extra energy to do some extra things.

So what the hell are you up for.

Kuroro sometimes feels that something is wrong with him while reading books related to depression.

Who am I, where am I, why am I doing this.

This kind of philosophical question keeps lingering in his head, but the most important thing is to read the book first, then think about how far that guy is now, and finally think about such insignificant things before going to sleep .

It should get better slowly.

At least Kuroro thinks so.

Shelley was more lively and lively every day. Although there was a mistake in the middle, and he brought back a little golden-haired apprentice while removing the reading, the air at the foot of Kukulu Mountain was very fresh, and there was still a little freedom.

Although the cost of freedom is a bit high.

"Brother, I want to see my elder brother." The little dumpling pouted and tugged at his trouser legs: "Don't give my elder brother any more tasks, okay?"

In fact, Kuroro really wanted to throw this kid named Kiya out, but Kiya flew to Shelley's side and climbed onto him, and kissed her several times.

The silver-haired girl laughed, took out a chocolate ball from her pocket and stuffed it into Kira's mouth.

The children's cheeks are like hamsters, holding their own cheeks to keep things from falling out.Shelley hugged him with one hand, touched his head with the other, and glanced at him with a half-smile.

At that moment, the four words that he thought about a long time ago popped into Kuroro's mind.

ordinary life.

She went to be a bounty hunter, she went to play a game, and then she was a small patrolman at the foot of Kukulu Mountain.

Fight each other with Pallistone every day, and then unilaterally beat him.The little hunter, who was older than her, covered his face and hid around, then patrolled the streets with her on time and went back to eat.

Kuroro watched her do this every day, and now she has a little energy from her dull eyes.And when he came back to his senses, he knew that the director lying on the chair would sip his tea and look at him with gossipy eyes.

"It's good to be young." The director said: "Sometimes I think, at all costs, to devote all my energy and time to such a high-risk thing, only young people dare to do it."

Kuroro pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

The director didn't like him very much. This old bounty hunter seemed to have the ability to see through the essence of other people.But now that he was stretching himself, he didn't seem to look at him much anymore.

What does it feel like.

Kuroro sighed, and felt that he didn't seem to be that...at all costs.

He also just cleaned up the people who were going to get rid of the former warden Baiyin from the Presbyterian Church when Shelley was playing the game.

It's okay too.

His own group of people is not necessary for Meteor Street.

As she thought this, Shelley jumped back.There was a little blush on her pale face, and behind her was the land of the Kuruta tribe who was already so tired that he was about to fall to the ground.Kuroro looked at Shelley's face and wrapped a scarf around her, suddenly feeling that it wasn't enough.

Just that little bit of borrowed luck is not enough.

He thought so.

not enough.

So when Narcisslia came to him, he thought he could pay it back and get more.That's what he thought at first, and he used various methods to lure the little silly girl to agree.

Narcisslia did not disagree, but just glanced at him.

"Let me tell you, a person's luck in this life is fixed." She said to him when setting up the trap: "If you use up all of them ahead of time, then the days to come will be miserable."

Kuroro's hand paused.

"That won't work."

Narcisslia was stunned by the answer, she scratched her face, not knowing what to say.

"It's good if you're happy, ah, by the way, didn't that red hair look for you again? The one called Hiso." Narcisslia said, "I just wanted to find you, but now I found you." I didn't entrust him, but you have to be careful not to be entangled by him."

There was a faint uneasiness in his heart, but he still nodded.

Just after he got the luck of that ethnic group, he received a call from Paristone.

Shelley huddled into a ball in the hospital, her already pale face seemed to have no blood flow.

The child is broken, it cannot be saved, it is gone.

He sat there quietly, thinking of himself who had been spinning his mind quickly when he saw the test report, and remembered Narcislia's words again.

No.

The silver-haired girl lay in his arms, covering her belly with her hands, whispering something.

"It hurts."

She looked extremely aggrieved: "It's the first time I'm in such pain."

He combed her hair and wanted to say something, but was hit by another truth.

"In two months, it should be able to understand. I was going to... tell you when you come back."

She said, "I'm sorry."

It was as if a hammer had hit his heart invisible, and there was a continuous dull pain in the black-haired man's chest.And that kind of pain won't affect him to do anything normally, but suddenly, even if it's just in the interval of breathing, it will appear every now and then.

Kuroro didn't know what to say, he hugged the person in his arms, and listened to her slowly falling asleep with regular breathing.The silver-haired girl leaning against him was defenseless, just as he had seen other wives leaning against their husbands.

Do other people have such sad things in their lives?

Kurolo thought so.

It wasn't a big deal to lose a child on Meteor Street, but it seemed that suddenly, this matter became so important again.

It is because it is important that it makes people suffer, and it binds those who share the pain more closely.

According to Kuroro, he should think this is a good thing.

Use one thing to make the person he wants to get more attached to his embrace.

But he still couldn't help it, trying to find that guy over and over again.

I'm going to kill him.

Whether it was Cillin Koules or other things came to an end under this turbulent sea, Kuroro was thinking about how to kill the red-haired man, and at the same time, he began to prepare for the red-eyed thing-he was very concerned about Kulu The survivors of the Ta tribe are not very interested, and they themselves have no obsession with things that are under the prestige of Red Eye.

He probably just wanted to do something to make Shelley happier, and it was a more appropriate way for Kuroro to start with her apprentice obliquely.

Those days were the most relaxing for Kuroro. Apart from preventing Shelley from cooking in the kitchen every day, he had nothing to fear.It was also the first time for him to celebrate the New Year with a group of people he knew but didn't know well. He experienced how difficult it was to buy New Year's goods and organize Shelley, who had become curious, to evacuate the market.

Kukulu Mountain is closed, and the Hakkas who beat the enemy will also celebrate the New Year, so everyone is very idle.

Shelley played chess with him, and the two spied on each other openly and secretly.

It feels really good to have a vague feeling of fighting again.

Holding the chess piece in his hand, Kuroro leaned over and made a half-truthful request.

"When Shelley is better, conceive my child again."

He watched as the color on her cheeks turned red and she threw things in a frenzy and embarrassment.Kuroro was smashed while picking up things, but he was still in a good mood.

Didn't she refuse?

The New Year's air was so active, and he suddenly wanted a completely different life.

ordinary life.

Long, long ago, in the ancient tomb on Meteor Street, the kind of life Shelley talked about.

"Barely trust you once."

Shelley said so, and Kuroro felt that he had already got the ticket.

A ticket to ordinary life.

It feels indescribable.

Kuroro thought a lot, and finally decided that he wanted to remove all the obstacles before he started that ordinary life.He wanted to kill the red hair and give an apology to the child he didn't keep in the end; he also planned to arrange the people in the brigade so that they would not be caught without organization.

It's not a difficult task, and he tried his best to arrange it.He rushed back wearing the stars and wearing the moon, with a traveler's breath that he didn't even like.

Shelley didn't seem to have changed much, but she also seemed very happy, holding Kuroro's hand for a walk around, and finally fell into a winter lethargy.

He kissed her empty belly through the layer of pajamas, hoping that she and it could sleep peacefully.

Of course, you can come back after a while.

Kuroro put the book aside and thought so.

"Spider" died, and the director wanted to guard him as an apprentice after a long investigation.

This is not a bad thing, but Kuroro still refused.

With a thief's instinctive boredom of the police and yearning for a comfortable life, he turned down this well-intentioned invitation for two reasons. Not interested at all.

I just want to live in peace, with Shelley.

He lives by that belief, and wants to do so for as long as he can while who knows when Shelley will leave—or die.For this purpose, he stole the luck and blessings of almost a group, and in the end, he was still a thief to steal a life he wanted from someone who didn't know.

Kuroro knew that he might suffer retribution, but he never thought that it could be so fast.

Just in that moment.

Before that, Kuroro was still talking about Shelley asking for a child from the enemy Hakka.

"I hope Shelley can also have such love for her children."

Shelley was so angry that he hit him.

Just a split second.

His mind seemed to be empty for a moment, as if something was suddenly missing in his memory.Who is the person next to him, what is his name, and why...

He hugged her subconsciously, and two words came to his mind.

"... Shelley?"

Is it the name?

He said again: Shelley?

The man didn't respond at all, but his eyes became empty.With the scream of another child, everything returned to calm.

It’s just that the person in his arms no longer responds.

In the end, Kuroro subconsciously took out the card that was said to be able to recover any damage. He watched her mouth no longer bleed, and finally turned into a deep sleep.

But she had no breath, no heartbeat, no answer.

What kind of experience was that.

His ordinary life was never seen again.

Kurapika was stunned, but the director who came over after hearing the news looked at Shelley's face and her already cold body, and only shook his head to pronounce her death.

The blond boy couldn't believe it, and half-kneeled beside Shelley, holding his hand.

"Master." He said, "I haven't..."

The boy's voice trembled, and his eyes slowly turned blood red.The tears in his eyes refracted the sunlight outside the window, and at that moment, his eyes were like streamers.

"Why do you still have a pair?" Xia Ke was subconsciously surprised: "It's not that we all—"

In the next second, six throwing knives flew out from the director's sleeve, and Pariston took two steps forward and pulled Kurapika away, and stabbed Kuroro's throat with a sharp knife in his hand.

No one knows how tragic the battle was, but Paknotan's legs were broken by Palliston, and he has been recovering in the base for a long time; the knight hung his portrait in the Hunter Association, and was banned from signing up for the hunter exam.The children who beat up the Hakkas were still safe, but neither Kiya nor Alluka, or even the children after that, were allowed to go down the mountain any more.

Kiya always watched the crowd at the foot of the mountain in the backyard, and occasionally asked about Alluka's situation.

"Is he all right?"

And Wutong just nodded and didn't talk much.

"I miss Shelley so much, will she come back?" The eight or nine-year-old child sat on a stone and kicked the stone next to him: "I want to play with her and eat chocolate balls."

"Master, there are also chocolate balls at home."

"But only Shelley will feed me," he said. "I want her to feed me chocolate balls."

The little boy was looking forward to it so much, and then he finally stopped looking forward to it—the third young master who beat up the Hakkas later became a professional killer, with an unnatural coldness in his eyes.He passed by the police station once, looked at the blond young man patrolling the street, thought for a long time, but couldn't remember his name.

"Kiya?" The uniformed youth saw him and smiled, "Hi, I'm Kurapika."

"...you are that bounty hunter."

He tilted his head: "Why does a one-star bounty hunter come here to patrol the streets?"

"I've lived here for a long time, and occasionally come back to help." He smiled: "Let's go first, goodbye."

Kurapika turned around, sighed, and continued with his work.Qi Ya racked his brains and always felt that he had seen him.

But where have you seen it?

Looking at his hands, he always felt that there was another person's temperature in them.

Who is it?

"it's me."

Palliston is now promoted, he is like a fish in water in the Hunter Association, and soon became a three-star hunter.Occasionally he will go to the prison, give a speech on strengthening the prison construction, and then go to inspect the prisoners in the prison.

He is also like this now, walking to the prison area with the longest sentence, and walking to the door of the most shady room.

And in this prison area, no matter who it is, there is no way to use Nian.

He pulled off the patch and saw the dark-haired man in the room.Kuroro was in shackles, but he was just perusing a book by the light, as if not paying him a glance.

Maliciousness appeared in Pariston's heart, and he remembered the scene of the battle at that time.

Kurolo finally teleported Paknotan and the knight away, and gave up resistance after completing this matter.Pariston subconsciously wanted to kill him, but the director raised his hand and stopped the big golden retriever.

"This child asked me about something before." The director stood in front of Shelley's body: "She said that if she finds anything later."

The director paused for a moment, and then said with more emphasis: "If so, let me save your life."

The black-haired man lowered his head and said nothing.

He just held her hand and clenched it tighter.

Shelley's body disappeared without knowing why, and neither the director nor Pariston was found, including Kurapika.Kuroro was finally sent to the Hunter Association for trial, and was thrown into that notorious prison as quickly as possible under the green light of the director.

In fact, Pariston has not been very happy. For him, Kurolo should have become a dead person, not like this now...

He walked into the cell and stood beside Kuroro.The black-haired man just greeted him lightly, and didn't devote any more energy to him.

Kuroro now spends a lot of time reading books every day, and Pariston is also clear about the book list.

The books he read before were about ancient ruins, but the books he read now have become space physics.

"If you plan to become a teacher when you get out of prison, I advise you to give up your mind." The big golden retriever raised his shoulders: "As long as the old man, I and Kurapika are still alive, you won't be able to get out alive." that day."

"Thanks for the advice."

Kurolo said, "Goodbye."

Paris rushed out in a huff, which was rare for him.But he took a deep breath, stretched, and finally called Kurapika.

"Hey, if you pass the test, do you want to work with me in the association?"

"Let's forget it." Little Golden Retriever said, "Bounty hunters are pretty good too. By the way, last time I met Jin Fulishi's son..."

The big golden retriever walked out of the prison, and was greeted by a warm light.He hung up the phone with a long sigh.

"Back to the association."

And Kuroro closed the book, looked at the symbols that appeared on the floor beside him, opened a wound with his fingers, and dripped his own blood.

The eye-like symbol shone with light, just like the two ancient tombs that Shelley once appeared in.

The ancient tomb under the forest of Pandora, and the ruins of Ruruka.

The same symbol as the eye, also cannot use the mind ability in it.

The golden light became more and more intense, causing the black-haired man to squint his eyes.

This time, I don't know if he made the right bet.

The author has something to say: Well, the next chapter is Kurollo, the winner of life