Hunter Doujin - Rainy Day Secret

The breeze blew past, causing the wind chimes on the window edge to jingle.There is a thin line under the bell tongue, and the end of the line is connected to a piece of slightly curved cardboard, called Feng Chan Jian.There is a column of ancient characters on the paper, which is said to be taken from scriptures of a certain belief, which means to ward off disasters and evil spirits, and to pray for happiness to the gods.Every time the small note swings, it symbolizes that the scriptures are recited once.

The celadon wind chime was dangling right in front of Volta's eyes, making it difficult for her to calm down.How can you be calm?After returning from Kukulu Mountain, whenever she thought of the eyes of the person who gave this gift, her eyes would always be filled with tears.She once regarded him as his lifelong best friend, how could he just forget her like this.

At this moment, the wind picked up again.

Someone approached quietly and put an arm around her waist from behind, with his chin lightly resting on the top of her hair.

His position with her was intimate enough that he could feel her trembling slightly as his embrace came.He saw her teardrops flow out of her eyes from the glass of the window, and her eyelashes trembled, just like that.

Kuroro stretched out his tongue to lick away the tears that flowed down her cheeks, a little salty, and his arms tightened involuntarily.He should obviously be happy, but why there are some, some... He can't describe this feeling, and of course, it's not impossible that he has emotions that he doesn't want to admit.

He stretched out his hand in front of her and slowly unfolded it.In the palm of his hand is a very small and transparent bead.Volta turned to look at him suspiciously.At this time, her eye sockets and nose were slightly red, making her already fair skin even more radiant.He felt a heat rising slowly from his stomach, searing his esophagus and rotting his nerves.

He bit her lip, and it was as beautiful as he remembered.

His kiss was a little intense, and she resisted pushing, but it caused him to attack more intensely.She held his arm a little helplessly.

When his lips left hers, a faint smell of blood permeated her mouth.She was a little scared, this man just looked like he wanted to eat himself.But she didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that he would do something worse.

To her surprise, he just let go and left.

While she was relieved, there was also an indescribable disappointment.She was puzzled, and when she was about to give up, she suddenly understood what it was, and blushed with shame.

Walta was about to turn around, but found a familiar figure outside the window, it was Miss Bell.Looking at her direction, she should be heading towards Volta's house.

"Dong dong dong." After a while, there was a knock on the door.

After entering the room and taking a seat, Bell told Volta about such a thing.

There had been a funeral in Hall Township three days before, and the deceased was Mr. Vincent.

According to informed sources, Mr. Vincent was brutally murdered.If you had seen his body, you would have thought so too.What a corpse it was!Its upper limbs crossed through the abdominal cavity, intertwined with its lower limbs, and twisted into incredible angles.Its head is torn apart, only a small part is connected to the neck, an eyeball is dangling back and forth on half of the face, and the mouth and nose are all blurred into a mess, as if being grabbed by the head and vigorously repeated. Tearing, it was like being thrown down from mid-air.Either way, it was enough to make Mrs. Vincent faint with grief.

"No, no, how come..." Volta's shock was completely written on her face, she didn't expect a living person to leave like this.She suddenly remembered that sentence, "Things in the world are too many, and bad luck always comes suddenly. It is possible to foresee all the cruel possibilities, so that you can prepare for what may happen in the future."Just a few days, how many days?three days ago?No.She suddenly thought of something, a trace of panic flashed across her expression, and she quickly denied it.She knew a group of people who suddenly came to Hall Town three days ago, but...maybe...they didn't have time to commit crimes?What's more, she thought in her heart that even though they were born in Meteor Street, they were not the ones who would kill people for fun.

Fortunately, Bell kept his head down and sipped the tea in the cup, not paying attention to the change in her expression. "Mrs. Vincent said that she wanted to leave this sad place. She said that every place she saw here would remind her of her husband when he was alive. This would only make her sadder." Bell sighed.

"Poor Mrs. Vincent, where is she going?" Volta was worried.Although Mrs. Vincent is still in good health and can handle most of the housework independently, the old lady is old and alone. It is uneasy to leave the home where she has lived for most of her life and go to a strange place. .

"I heard that she plans to join her nephew."

"nephew?"

"Yes, I also think it's very strange. I haven't heard of any relationship before, but now I feel a little suspicious. Maybe I think too much." Bell turned the teacup in his hand, "After all, he is a scholar, and it seems Not like a bad guy."

"So you've seen it?"

"Of course." Bell's cheeks blushed suspiciously, "Well...he's a very kind person."

Just the day before yesterday, Mrs. Belvincent's nephew suddenly appeared in the town of Hall two days ago. This young man has no direct blood relationship with her, and you can tell from their names.Mrs. Vincent was called Anna Brown before she married Mr. Vincent, and the young man was called Kavner Stovik.That's right, it was the person who went to the bookstore with Volta yesterday.

"Ka, Kavner? Kavner Stovik?"

From Bell's point of view, Volta looked a little strange. "Is there something wrong with Mr. Stovik?"

Stovik, Stovik, Volta suddenly realized something, and a trace of coolness quietly hit her heart, and gradually eroded her nerves. "No, no, nothing."

After sending Bell away, Volta looked at the empty room, feeling a sense of fear spontaneously.That man left at some point, if he was here... so what if he was here?Will you give yourself false comfort?

Volta held his teacup tightly and said nothing.The tea in the cup had already cooled down, but she still seemed to be able to feel the false heat.Isn't everything in the world like this?True and false, false and true.What you think is true may be false, and what you think is false may be true, but at some point, it will become false again.

Stovik, Stovik, what kind of conspiracy is behind this?

The author has something to say: Do you still remember the Vincent couple?For those who have forgotten, please read Chapter 2 of this article (Miranda X Vino X Sage's Kiss).