[Hunter] Flowers and Hymns

When Veronica walked out of that door, it was already seven fifteen in the afternoon.Her body was bent unnaturally, her waist was deeply arched, and her hands hugged her stomach tightly.He almost staggered down the stairs step by step, and had to lean on the railing several times, taking a hard breath before he could continue walking.Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and the white shirt was soaked with sweat.

A crooked bloody footprint was left behind her, which was not buried by dust until she reached the door.

Veronica walked out of Queen Street with her heavy left foot, and she fell to her knees almost as soon as she turned into the dark alley.A mouthful of blood spurted out, mixed with pieces of internal organs.Probably choking on the blood, she lay on the ground nearly collapsed, with her right hand propped in a pool of blood, her left hand tightly covering her mouth, suppressing a violent cough.The bright red blood slid down along the fingers.

After coughing for a while, she finally calmed down, picked up the cross hanging on her chest with trembling hands, and bit it into her mouth forcefully.

A dark thought power enveloped her.A steady stream of vitality was forcibly sent into the body, Veronica trembled violently, suppressing the screams that rushed into her throat.

After everything calmed down, Veronica fell heavily on the ground, gasping for breath.Her cheek was pressed against the dirty ground, but she didn't care.

"...What a pity." She laughed, "I wanted to tear that spider off and give it to him, but he didn't want it."

It was hard to find such a suitable partner.

What a pity.

"He's still too kind."

So, probably there will be no next cooperation.

In the future, she can only walk by herself.

Holding the ground with trembling hands, she supported her body and slowly climbed up. She quietly glanced at the blood stains on her clothes and smiled vaguely.

"You need to change your clothes first..."

Veronica threw her head back, staring blankly at the twilight/advent sky.

"If you go back too late, Xiaojie and Qiya will be worried."

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Kurapika and Melody were sitting in the car, neither of them speaking.Melody was silent for a long time, but still looked at Kurapika worriedly.

"Kurapica, are you alright?"

Kurapika sat with a slight bow and paused before answering the melody question.

"I am fine."

"That lady..."

"Don't worry, I won't cooperate with her again."

"Eh……?"

Melody's eyes widened.Kurapika lowered his eyes, his eyes were as dark as an abyss without light.

"She probably won't come to me again."

He said.

"Neither of us could accept the way the other was acting, that's all."

Melody sighed slightly and didn't speak any more.

She didn't tell Kurapika that at that time, the lady's inner voice, the crack on the black rock appeared again.

Only this time, the slit was longer and bigger, long enough for her to see a faint corner of her heart.

That's how, how...

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When Veronica came back, she changed into a burgundy blouse and painted her lips with lipstick, making her fair complexion even more apparent.The black cross hangs on the chest, flashing a gloomy cold light.

She brought two limited edition cakes to Qiya and Xiaojie.

"Here, I bought it specially for the two of you."

"Ah! Thank you Veronica!"

Xiaojie took the cake and moved his nose. He poked his head out strangely, sniffed around Veronica, and looked at her curiously.

"Veronica, are you injured? You smell like blood."

...Even though I took a shower, did I still smell it?

Veronica smiled and reached out to pinch Xiaojie's nose.

"Every girl has those few days, Xiaojie, it's better if your nose is not so sharp sometimes?"

"It hurts—! Sorry Veronica! I won't do it next time!"

Xiaojie quickly apologized, and after Veronica let go, he hurriedly rubbed his red nose and jumped aside.

Qi Ya watched coldly from the sidelines, and when his eyes moved to Veronica, she winked at him cutely, put her index finger to her lips, and gave a small hiss.

'Don't tell Xiaojie. ' said her eyes.

Qi Ya was startled, then turned his head to one side.

Forget it, let her do it.

At night, Veronica knocked on Kiya's door.

"Sorry, can I help you, Kiya?"

In the dark corridor, her face became paler and paler.Qi Ya held the door and looked at her for a while, but still put down his hand.

"come in."

Veronica held a roll of bandages, two pieces of white cloth, a bottle of iodine, and a box of ointment in her hand. After entering the door, she looked around, but couldn't find where the chair was.

"Just sit on the bed."

Qi Ya said behind her back.After a moment of hesitation, Veronica sat down by the bed and handed him the medicine in her hand.Qi Ya was stunned for a moment, and reached out to take it.looked at her strangely.

"Can you help me apply the medicine?" Veronica smiled wryly, "The wound is in a bad position. I can't reach it."

...It sure was hurt.Qi Ya thought.

Women have a few days every month that this kind of nonsense can fool Xiaojie but not Qiya.When Veronica entered the door, her body leaned unnaturally to the left, which was enough to tell Qiya many things.But he didn't expect that she would take the initiative to tell him.

"Why didn't you tell Xiaojie?"

Veronica was thinking about this question while struggling to roll up her blouse.

"Well... If I want to say it, I don't really want Xiaojie to worry."

"Then why did you tell me again?"

"It doesn't matter if I tell you." Veronica smiled, pinned her shirt, and began to remove the bandage on her back, "Kiya won't care about such a trivial matter. Because, Kiya, you hate me very much."

Qi Ya originally wanted to refute something, but stopped when he saw the miserable state exposed between the crooked bandages on her back.

"……How is this going?"

The blood-stained bandages were peeled off layer by layer, revealing the extremely hideous wound on the back where the bones were deep.A long, slanted wound running from her right waist to her left shoulder, almost splitting her whole body in two.Qi Ya could almost see the white bones between the open wounds.

"This kind of wound can't be healed by just wrapping it up." He frowned, "You don't need to sew it up... ah..."

Qi Ya suddenly remembered.

Because she got along with them so naturally that he even forgot that the chance of her being seen by others is only one in a billion.

Even if you go to a doctor, you can't get help.

Veronica didn't care.

"Just wrap it up and put some medicine on it. It's fine," she said.

Qi Ya was silent for a moment, dipped a clean white cloth in iodine, and prepared to clean her wound.

"Speaking of which, how on earth did you do this?"

"Meet it—hiss!!!"

When Veronica was distracted by thinking, Qi Ya quickly pressed the white cloth in his hand on her wound, and her back was so painful that the wound oozes blood again.Qi Ya grabbed her shoulders and talked to her while disinfecting to help her distract.

"Who did you meet?"

"Hiss... Take it easy, it really hurts... I met an enemy. I fought with him."

"You also have enemies? Is there a one-in-a-billion chance that you can also make enemies?"

"I don't want to either." Veronica sighed, "But there's no other way."

Qi Ya finished disinfecting the wound, picked up the ointment and applied it on Veronica, the muscles under his hands couldn't help shaking, but Veronica's tone was still calm, only taking a few breaths of air-conditioning occasionally, for some reason Suddenly, Qi Ya was very curious about Veronica's expression at the moment.

...are you still smiling?

In order to distract Veronica, he continued to chat with her.

"So, you ran away?"

"I won."

Kiya looked at Veronica with an expression that only a ghost would believe in you.From her well-muscled but not plump back, she saw slender hands and feet, and returned to her thin shoulders.

"How is it possible, just you?"

"So, the ability to read is very magical."

Veronica laughed softly.

If you ask any more questions, it will involve the secret of the ability to read. It is not uncommon to have two abilities at the same time. People with the ability to read will generally not tell others what their nirvana is, and Qi Ya will not ask, so he Very naturally off topic.

"Is your ability to read the memory of objects a trait? I have met a person with the ability to read other people's memories before, and that ability is really troublesome. ——Speaking of it, it is also a trait A person with the ability, she can fight much more than you."

"People are different." Veronica smiled, "Besides, it is impossible for me to become a person with strong telekinetic ability like you."

"……How to say?"

"Because I died once. This body was reshaped on the basis of the original, so there is very little life energy. For example, the basis of reciting is Qi, right? Xiaojie can release up to 3000 Qi at a time. You have 2400 qi, and I only have 50 qi. In terms of the qi obtained through cultivation, Xiaojie has 6000 qi, you have 5000 qi, and I can only practice up to 70 qi."

Veronica explained tirelessly.

"As an ability user of the trait system, the energy I can use to strengthen the body/body is not as much as that of the enhancement system and the transformation system. At most, 10 energy can be used to strengthen the flesh/body, and 50 energy is taken away. I have developed the ability to read. My body has not been very good all the time, it is difficult to stimulate more life energy, and naturally I can't compare with the special mind-linking ability you mentioned."

Kiya looked at her, put one end of the bandage in her hand, and began to wrap the bandage around her waist.

"Really? Then your reading ability must be useless—after all, you only have 50 energy."

Veronica smiled lightly.

"So, Nian is very magical, Qi Ya."

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109 Queen Street, [-]nd Floor.

The young woman stared blankly at the scene in the room, took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.

After a few short beeps, the other party answered the phone.

"Captain, Feitan is dead," she said.

Moonlight shone in from the window, as if a layer of silver frost had been applied to the brown-red bloodstains all over the ground.The silver light illuminated the room in half-darkness, the brighter the brighter, the darker the dark.

At the junction of light and darkness, Feitan stared coldly with his golden eyes.

The torn limbs were neatly assembled, and the arms were even carefully overlapped.And the broken head was placed on top, and even the hair was combed meticulously.Feitan's face was pale with the peculiar paleness of a corpse.

This is the second body of a regiment member the woman has seen this month.

The last time I saw it was Shera Lev.

It's the same as this time, it's placed very carefully, like a gift that couldn't be more elaborate, it just needs to be tied with a delicate ribbon and presented to you.

Even the pattern painted with blood on the wall is the same.

Crimson, the Rosicrucian.

Violent flames burst into the woman's eyes.

"This is a provocation, Commander."

The author has something to say: I love you guys, good morning (??????)??

BGM: Kenji Kawai-"Puppet Gen-Resentment み て Sanru"

The lyrics are as follows:

One day and one night ni月は照らずとも【One day and one night even if the moonlight does not shine】

Sorrowful しみに Nue bird singing く【Ne bird still singing sadly】

我がかへり见すれど花は数りぬべし【Even if you look back at the past, the flowers should have withered】

Comfort むる心は消ぬるがごとく【The heart is soothed, it seems to disappear】

新世に神集ひて夜は明け鵺鸟鸟く[The gods gather in the new world, the sky breaks dawn, and the birds sing]

咲く花は神に祭ひ祭む【A flower blooms is a prayer to God】

生ける世に我が身痛しも 【This life, this life, no matter how sad my body is】

Meng は 消ぬ恨恨みて数る【Dreams are gone, hatred is gone】

☆、September 2003, 9, Atlan