[Hunter] Flowers and Hymns

When Maggie came out of the room, she saw Kuroro sitting in the dark, with her head up, weeping quietly.

"... Captain?"

She had to admit she was intimidated.

Kuroro opened his eyes and looked at her quietly. After a while, he said to her, Maggie, Feitan is dead.

"Re-issue the order to the members. Notify the change. On September 9, all members will gather in Astacia. Remember, it is all members."

Kuroro's eyes became more and more gloomy in the darkness. It was a kind of blackness that could not penetrate even a ray of light, like an abyss.His voice was low and calm, suppressing an indescribable coldness.

Maggie responded with a low voice, turned around and left.

Prior to this, Kuroro's notice to the Phantom Troupe was that there would be an event in Astasia on September 9, and anyone who wanted to come could come.But now, he changed the order to "all hands together."

Fei Tan was one of the earliest members of the brigade.His death needs more blood to mourn.

Kuroro stood up slowly, the hem of the black coat dragging a dark shadow by his side.He didn't look at the knight, and walked out of the room first.

"Warrior," he said, "let's go to Atlan."

"Captain." The chivalrous man's always cheerful voice sank, "Is Fei Tan really dead?"

"Falish has personally confirmed that it is Feitan's body." Kuroro walked straight forward, "Although the murderer has probably left Atlan, there should be some information about the murderer left on Feitan's body." I need to confirm it myself.”

"If the murderer is found, can you leave him to me, Captain?"

The knight laughed, his baby face was very cute, but his emerald green pupils were shockingly cold.

"No, I want to interrogate him myself." Kuroro's voice was very calm, but with a creepy sense of oppression, "I am very curious about his ability to kill two members of the regiment within a month. "

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Veronica was having coffee with Kurapika when Chrollo Rusil arrived in Atlan.Located on the third floor of the commercial building, this high-end coffee shop has bright and clean windows and a wide view. You can see the busy traffic on the street just by looking down at the seat by the window. However, the environment is very quiet, only the sound of the piano is quietly flowing.The sunlight shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting Veronica's long flaxen hair into an almost unreal color, and her fair skin was slightly transparent.Sitting gracefully across from Kurapika, she scooped up snow-white sugar cubes with a silver spoon and put them into the coffee cup, one piece, two pieces...she put five pieces in total.

"On September 9th, the Phantom Troupe will definitely come to the Marianne Era Exhibition held in Astasia City."

The silver spoon stirred the coffee gently without making a sound.With a slight smile on Veronica's face, she looked into Kurapika's black eyes.

"Whether to go, what to do, it's up to you, Kurapika."

"How do you know they're going?" Kurapika looked at her blankly, "And how do I know it's not a lie?"

Veronica picked up the coffee and took a sip, but didn't answer his question right away. When the coffee cup was put down, it collided with the small bone china saucer with a very slight sound.Her amber eyes looked at Kurapika, the pupils glowing an almost inorganic gold against the light.

"Because I planned them to go." Her lips were painted with a very hostile red, and the corners of her lips rose even more. "As for how to confirm the authenticity of this matter, that is your problem, isn't it?"

Melody sat at the table behind Veronica, silently nodding to Kurapika.Kurapika looked at Veronica silently for a while, then looked away.

"I see, what are you going to do?"

"That's my business, isn't it?" Veronica chuckled softly, "Mr. Kurapika, who hates destroying corpses so much, won't cooperate with me anymore."

Kurapika frowned, remembering the package he received that day.As the Nostra family's second-in-command, generally speaking, the mail would not be delivered directly to him, but that day his subordinates invited him over because he should have seen the package with his own eyes no matter what.When he opened the package, what he saw made his eyes turn red instantly.

——It was a human skin with a No. 12 spider tattoo.

An address and a date were written in scarlet script on the wall of the package.When he arrived at the Atlantean Opera House as scheduled, in the designated box, he saw Veronica.

So they collaborated for the first time.

Seduced by Veronica, Kurapika lays in ambush with absolute power and captures Feitan the moment he follows her into the building and attacks Veronica.Only for members of the Phantom Brigade, once caught, they will be forced into a chain of despair. Even Feitan, who is the fastest in the Phantom Brigade, cannot escape.Meanwhile, Veronica activates her abilities.

"How's your injury?" he asked.

Even though Kurapika attacked as fast as possible, Veronica was almost cut in two by Fei Tanna.However, what was more unforgettable to him than the way she stood up covered in blood was the crimson smile on her mouth when she faced Feitan's violent golden eyes who were staring at her.

Veronica touched her shoulder when she heard the words, and said with a smile: "It's scabbed."

"...Your resilience is really amazing." Even a person with the ability to read that kind of wound would take three to four days to heal.

Veronica smiled and picked up the coffee cup again.

"Then, see you on September 9, Astasia."

"You are quite sure that I will go." Kurapika's voice was slightly cold, "Do you trust me too much, or yourself too much?"

"Even if we can't be called like-minded comrades-in-arms, at least you and I are not enemies, aren't we?"

She bent her eyes slightly.

"You hate spiders more than you hate me."

Kurapika narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I think you hate the Phantom Troupe as much as I do."

Veronica's smile became more and more charming.

"Wrong," she said, "I don't hate the Phantom Troupe itself, what I hate is..."

what is it then?

Her voice suddenly stopped.Kurapika only saw her looking out the window, her eyes slightly wide open, and she didn't even notice that the coffee cup was tilted and all the coffee was poured on the table.

The steaming coffee rolled down the snow-white tablecloth onto Veronica's lap, but she didn't notice it, just stared blankly at the three people walking by on the street.The leading man was wearing a black fur coat. The white hair on the collar became whiter and whiter in the sunlight. His black hair was all combed back, revealing the tattoo of a cross on his forehead and sea blue earrings on both ears.His hands were slanted in his pockets, and a few faint blue lights flickered on his right wrist.A closer look reveals that it is a rosary bead made of blue agate.

Veronica quietly looked at the rosary, her pupils constricted slightly.

Melody suddenly fell to the ground and knocked over the table. The loud sound of cups shattering on the ground was almost ear-piercing, but she only focused on covering her ears tightly, as if she was resisting some terrible sound. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

...What kind of heartfelt voice is this!

Melody screamed silently—what kind of inner voice was that? ! ! !The emotions that were suppressed to the extreme burst out suddenly, like lava that suddenly burst into black rock, boiling and erupting, exploding in all directions!That kind of extremely intense emotion splashed with terrifying momentum, overwhelming mountains and seas, surging with destructive scalding heat!Melody felt that she had been drowned by that crazy and intense heart voice, as if being sucked into the core of a storm, not to mention breathing, she was about to be torn apart by that nuclear explosion-like heart voice!

--No!stop!I don't want to listen!Please stop!

When Melody was pleading silently, Veronica finally moved.

She slowly put the coffee cup in her hand on the table, turned around and smiled at Kurapika.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I'll deal with it first."

Melody looked at Veronica's figure in disbelief.

——Why, can you still laugh?

In the heart of a nuclear explosion, Veronica got up calmly, walked to the bathroom calmly, and accelerated her pace calmly.

Her footsteps became faster and faster, and in the end she almost ran, almost crashing into the bathroom!

Veronica threw herself onto the sink, grabbed a white medicine bottle from her pocket with trembling hands, poured out a handful of pills, held them in her hand, crushed them almost without looking at them, and stuffed them hastily. It was put into the mouth, because it was stuffed too quickly, and a few pieces of broken medicine fell into the sink, because the water melted away.She used trembling hands to unscrew the faucet, but failed to unscrew it several times. Veronica's movements became more and more urgent, and finally broke it violently!The tap water sprayed her all over from the broken water pipe, but she didn't care, she just leaned down / put her mouth close to it, gulped down the raw water and washed the medicine down.

She probably choked on the water, she coughed violently, knelt down on the wet tiles and retched, it took a long time to calm down her rapid breathing.The water was still splashing, half of her body was wet, and she didn't respond.

After a long time, her shoulders finally stopped shaking.

—Veronica calms down.

She stood up unsteadily, holding the mirror with one hand and raising her head, almost at the moment when her hand pressed against the mirror——

Cluck.Cluck.Cluck.

Cobweb-like cracks spread out like radiation, covering the four-meter-long mirror surface.And she just looked at her shattered face in the mirror that was shattered into thousands of pieces, and smiled slightly.

"Not yet, Veronica."

"Not yet."

"So bear with me a little longer, Veronica."

The amber pupils were slightly dilated due to the drug, and another crack spread out like a spider web. The mirror seemed to be unable to bear the heavy pressure anymore, and the fragments fell one after another. Countless smiling faces were reflected in the countless fragments.

Veronica giggled at those faces.The countless Veronica in the mirror also laughed.

——Yes, at least for now, not yet.

——Even if the poisonous fire of resentment almost burns his body.

The author has something to say: Do you remember that rosary made of blue agate?