[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

When the humble town in District [-] appeared in front of me, I subconsciously stopped and took a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" The people around me stopped and asked in a low and indifferent voice, the burly figure shrouded me in a shadow.

"It's nothing." I exhausted all the air in my lungs, and then took a deep breath. When I turned around, I saw Ruby's rough and tough face.I tried my best to smile, the corners of my mouth raised so high that my cheeks were sour.

He smiled, and patted my head condescendingly. His thick palms wrapped my head completely, pressing my neck straight down.

"Kurolo!" I pushed my hands away from my head, ran away two steps, and glared at him sullenly.He used the "mirror image disguise technique" to change into Ruby's appearance, but those deep black eyes were still familiar.Feeling soft and sour, I turned my head and looked forward. There was a thin figure standing at the entrance surrounded by fences outside the town. It was particularly eye-catching because it stood upright, and it hurt people's eyes.

"Come on!" I whispered, both to him and to myself.

He laughed and walked over me first.

The person standing at the gate of the town in District [-] was Il, that silent and cold woman who always followed Robin.Seeing us, she nodded to Rebby, then gave me a deep, emotionless look.I lowered my head, avoiding her gaze.

"The district chief is waiting for you," she said.

"Tell the district chief that I was seriously injured, go bandage it first, and then go to see him." Rebi, who was dressed as Kuroro, said, pointing to his arm, which was hastily wrapped with clothes, and there were bloodstains on it.

El nodded silently.

Rebby smiled pointedly, and walked past her to the inside. "Good luck!" He waved his back to us.

Yi Er watched him leave expressionlessly, lowered his head to look at me and said, "Let's go."

Following Il, I walked through the main road of District [-], and came to the small western-style building of the district chief Vinier.I vaguely recalled the scene when I first came to this small building.

The doorman who was at the door at that time disappeared, and El walked into the yard and pushed the door open.The furnishings on the first floor are still so unpopular, at least I have never seen anyone use the rooms on the first floor.Different from Fazier's villa full of servants and bodyguards, in my impression, only the district chief Vinier lived alone on the second floor of this small building. He almost never came out, and few people went in.

Il took me to the bottom of the stairs on the first floor, and I walked up the stairs alone, feeling her eyes follow me until I turned into the corridor on the second floor.I knocked on the door at the end of the hallway, "Major, it's me, Lydia." There was no answer.I knocked a few more times and waited at the door.The center of gravity shifted from my left foot to my right foot, and the camera above my head followed me.

After waiting for a long time, just after my heartbeat changed several times from light to heavy, and then from heavy to light, the solid wooden door was pulled open with a "boom!"The baby face of District President Vinier appeared behind the door, loosely wrapped in a bathrobe, with disheveled hair and red eyes. "Come in." Without looking at me, he said in a hoarse voice, his voice was very soft, but full of depression.My heart skipped a beat and I followed him in.

He didn't stop at the usual sofa, but walked straight to the bedroom inside.I followed him through a room with an open door.I have been to Venier's second floor many times, and not once has the door to this room been opened.

I looked curiously. This mysterious room is not big. Inside it is a wall-covered display screen, showing every corner of this small building, the gate, the rooms on the first floor, the stairs, and the corridor on the second floor. No one was there.It's those monitors.I didn't see Il who was supposed to be downstairs.

I walked into Vinier's bedroom, and he sat down on the bed with his hands on his knees, his head down, staring blankly at the floor in a daze.The bed was very soft, and he sank deeply, his messy curly hair hung down, revealing a pair of lifeless eyes half-covered, like a stray dog, devastated.

I feel a little pathetic for him for no reason.

Besides him, there was Feitan on the bed.Fei Tan was half-lying and half-sitting leaning against the head of the bed on the other side, with one hand hanging high and handcuffed against the pillar at the head of the bed, in an uncomfortable position.He was covered with a quilt, his dark blue hair was drenched with sweat, dripping from the ends, and his exposed chest was covered with fresh mottled wounds and blood, looking more serious than ever before.He hung his head, unable to see his face, as if he had lost consciousness.

Vinier just sat on the bed in a daze like a lost soul, and ignored me for a long time.I stood obediently two meters in front of him, and loosened the hand hidden behind me.

After a long time, Vinier said abruptly, "...he's dead?" He stared at the ground motionlessly, his voice was weak and erratic, if I hadn't been concentrating all the time, I might have missed it.

"Yes, district chief, the task is accomplished." I said clearly.

"He's dead." Venier confirmed to himself, as if his long-cherished wish had been fulfilled, but he seemed to have lost something.

"The drug you gave is very effective, and the onset is very fast. We watched the target die before our eyes, and it was safe." I said.

Vinier seemed to have heard my words but also didn’t seem to, he sat there blankly, his breathing gradually became short of breath, like pulling a bellows.He clenched his neckline tightly with one hand as if he was suffocating, looked forward with absent-minded eyes, and suddenly screamed as if venting: "He's dead! He's dead!" His voice was sharp at first, and then suddenly became hoarse. Tearing, like the desperate howl of a beast.

"Ah——he's dead! He's dead! Hahahaha, you're finally dead! Fazel! You're finally dead! Ah—ah——Fazier...my...ha, ha...he's dead . . . he died . . . "

I looked at him quietly, he first raised his head and laughed wildly, with tears streaming down the corners of his wide-open eyes.The laughter gradually became hoarse, and he suddenly covered his face and burst into tears, as if he had lost the most important person.He stopped crying, and sat there in a daze again, with tears and snot running down his face in a mess.Then he suddenly turned his head to look at me, his eyes red.

"He's dead! You killed him! Why didn't you die?" He asked seriously, with a stubborn look.

"I'm not dead, but Teague is," I replied.

"Tig?" He showed a look of confusion, then turned into sadness, into hatred.He suddenly grabbed the pillow behind him and threw it viciously to the ground in front of him.I subconsciously took a step back.The pillow was shattered, feathers were flying around, and I heard him screaming in pain: "Tig is dead! Fazel—ah—Fazre, I hate you! I hate you!"

"Why do you hate him?" I asked in a high voice, trying my best to speak slowly so that every word could be passed clearly, giving the other party time to think. "He misses you until he dies, looking forward to your return. Why do you hate him so much?"

"He expects me to go back?" He was trapped in his own emotions, repeating unconsciously, "Why do I hate him?" Ferocity and mourning alternately appeared on that delicate face, sometimes like a beast, sometimes like a child.

"He is looking forward to your gift and told us that he is very happy that you still think of him." I slowed down and said softly. I float away.

"He said that even the best gift is not as good as you going back to satisfy him in person. When he died, he was in pain. Neurotoxins and abundant thoughts saw through his body, making him suffer. His face turned purple black, and his face It's a look of astonishment and understanding. He didn't expect you to kill him. How could he think of it? He didn't have the slightest defense against you. But he knew why you wanted to kill him, and he knew you hated him. Maybe he had been waiting This day? Waiting for you to do it? Let you be relieved?"

"Don't say it! Don't say it!" He suddenly held his head and wailed, "Damn him! He deserved to die! Woohoo—he's dead...he's dead...what should I do? What should I do?!... He is dead...I want to avenge him!"

He suddenly turned his head and stared at me with a fierce look in his eyes, gnashing his teeth with hatred, like crazy. "You killed him! You killed him! Why did you show up? It's all your fault! Damn you!"

His slack and stern eyes looked like a wild beast without chains, as if it was going to pounce on me in the next second and tear me to pieces.I didn't dare to flinch in the slightest, so I raised my voice and spoke faster, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Do you think I killed him? No! Vinier! It was you! You killed him !"

"It's me?" Vinier's eyes were red, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he threw himself in front of me, knelt on the ground with his eyes level with mine, and grabbed my neck with both hands like iron clamps! "You lied to me! It was you! It was you! I killed you—"

He tightened his hands, and he was about to break my neck in the next second.At the very moment, I yelled: "Stop!" His hand loosened reflexively, but he was about to tighten it again—more than a year of experiments made him basically immune to my ability.

"It was you who killed Faziel!" I said quickly and clearly, taking advantage of this pause, looking into his eyes from a very close distance to strengthen my persuasiveness.

"It's me?" There was finally a shake in his chaotic eyes, he let go of my neck, but he still knelt in front of me and looked at me, ready to kill me at any time.Out of the corner of my eye, I quickly glanced behind him. On the big bed with Vinier's back facing him, Feitan had woken up at some point.He looked up at us halfway up, the narrow eyes behind the blue hair shone with fine gold as they opened and closed.

I withdrew my eyes, looked deeply into Vinier's eyes, and said clearly, "Yes, it was you. It was you who gave the order, ordering me, Tig and Ruby to kill Fazier." .We all did what you ordered. So you were the one who killed Fazier. You wanted to kill him from the beginning, didn't you? You killed Fazier. You killed your father!"

"I, I... No, it's him... It's you... I..." He was already trapped, and the expression on his face was intertwined with sadness, hatred, confusion, regret, and pain.It was the first time I saw so many emotions expressed on someone's face at the same time. The contradictory and chaotic negative emotions made him like a trapped beast on the verge of collapse, with nowhere to hide.

"He loves you so much, raised and protected you to grow up. But you killed him and took advantage of his trust." I continued to destroy his will, and said in a bewitching tone, "You hate him, but you also love him .So you killed him with your own hands, but you want to avenge him. Because he is your only relative, you have nothing but him. Vinier, if you kill Fazier, you have nothing. You want to die, I want to find him, because apart from him, you can’t find the meaning of living. Why don’t you die? When you die, you avenge Fazier. When you die, you can be reunited with him, and you are no longer Alone. Vinier, why don't you die?"

"Should I...should...die?" He murmured to himself, as if he was thinking about this question seriously.

"You want to die." I affirmed, "You don't want to live a long time ago. From the day you left the thirteenth district to the eleventh district, you don't want to live anymore, right? Go assassinate in the name of the eleventh district." Fazel, you don't think about the council's revenge at all, because you don't care, you expect their revenge, don't you? You want to die with Fazel. Now, your wish will be granted. Are you happy? You're going to die."

"I want... to die? I... don't want to live." His face was full of confusion, and he muttered to himself, gradually becoming firm. "I'm going to die."

"That's right, you finally remembered, you're going to die." I encouraged him with a gratifying tone, "But what about the eleventh district? If you die, who will the eleventh district under your control be handed over to?"

"Tig." Vinier said without thinking.His eyes were fanatical and determined, and there was only one thought in his heart, "to die".

"But Teague is dead." I said softly, seeing Vinier's puzzled expression, I firmed my tone, "Tigg is dead."

"Tig is dead," Venier murmured.

I coaxed him and said, "Yes, Teague is dead. Who are you going to hand over District [-] now? How about Robin?"

"He can't." Vinier retorted subconsciously.

"Well, Robin can't, because he's not a manipulator, so he can't control the people in District [-]." I analyzed it softly for him, and then asked softly: "Then look, how about Il? She It's the control department, and it can take over your team."

"The woman who followed Robin?" Vinier frowned and thought, and said with a confused expression, "But I... no..."

I interrupted him: "If you don't hand over the eleventh district to Yier, do you still want to continue to manage it yourself? Then you will die. What about Fazier? Are you not going to accompany him? You want to fight for the tenth district Should the first district give up on him, give up and die?"

"No, no! I'm going to die! No one can stop me! What is District [-]? I'm going to die!" Vinier became angry and said loudly.

"Then hand over the eleventh district to Il." I said firmly, seeing that Vinier no longer objected but acquiesced, I continued: "Then first, you have to release the control of Il. Let her take over the eleventh district, and you can get rid of all this and die freely." Seeing the expectant look on Vinier's face, I emphasized my tone and ordered without doubt: "Now, remove the El's control."

"...It has been lifted." Winner paused and said.

so easy?I thought he was going to embody his bear cubs or something...

"Can I die now?" Vinier asked impatiently, even naively looking forward.

"Wait a minute." I said hastily, looking suspiciously at Vinier's relaxed face as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.I turned my head to look at the door, and Il pushed open the door quietly like a ghost and walked in.

She nodded at me.

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Preview of the next chapter: Leaving District [-] and starting a new life of freedom~