[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

"Thorns and roses? A nice name." I said, "Does it remove scars? Can it also remove tattoos?"

"It's mainly used for tattoos. The patterns tattooed with this ability can have special effects." Kurollo said.Then, he turned his head, leaned close to my ear and whispered, "This ability belongs to the head of Liuying Street."

Oh, so that beautiful woman is the mayor of Liuying Street... Wait, wait!Liuying Street?Are we on Liuying Street now?

I reacted, turned my head suddenly to look at Kuroro, and saw my distorted face in his eyes that were close at hand.

"This is Liuying Street." Kuroro replied calmly.

"That, that..." That's why you are so eager to sign a contract with Martha and the others.

Are we running into the enemy's lair now? !

I looked at Kuroro weakly, but Kuroro put on an innocent face and stated: "We are in trouble now."

I know.

I lay on the soft bed, my eyelids drooped one after another, and I no longer wasted energy showing panic—I don’t worry about having too many debts, and I don’t itch when I have too many lice. This is probably our current state.

Ahh, never mind, let's sleep first...

But Kuroro still didn't think it was enough, and moved his head closer as if whispering, and said to me in a low voice: "I mean, I don't seem to be able to use my reading ability now."

Oh, I can't use my reading ability anymore.I thought drowsily... no use!read!able!force!up!

"What?" I opened my eyes in shock.

Kuroro said: "I tried it just now, and the thief's cheat book can't be manifested." His tone was very casual, and in comparison, it seemed that the person who suddenly lost his ability was me...

I looked at him sadly: "Then, what should I do? Can I still recover?"

"It should be possible." Kuroro blinked and said.

"That's good." I let out a sigh of relief. Anyway, we can hide in the secret room of Martha's house for the time being. When we can go out, Kurolo should be all right, right?

"How long will it take? Are you fully recovered?" I asked just to be on the safe side.

"I don't know, I haven't encountered such a situation before. If it's traumatic... a week." Kurolo estimated.

"Oh, that's okay." I comforted him (although it was more like comforting myself, this guy doesn't need my comfort), "Maybe it will recover naturally in time, the ability to read."

"I think so too." Kuroro said boldly.

"what?"

"Theoretically speaking, the inability to use the ability is due to insufficient energy. Qi is a form of life energy, and insufficient energy means insufficient vitality." Kurolo explained, "In other words, the vitality in my body is not enough to support it now. I generated enough Qi to use my mind ability. Probably due to serious injuries." Kurolo speculated.

"Oh." I replied wearily, and concluded that it would be good to recuperate.By the way, this guy replied so quickly, he was as tired as a ghost just now.I always feel that Kurollo has suddenly become much more lively.Anyway, I'm fine, I really want to sleep...

"Hey, hello." The shoulders were pushed and shook from side to side, Kurolo...

"Stop pushing, it hurts!" I opened my drowsy eyes and looked at Kuroro dissatisfied, "What are you doing? I'm so sleepy."

"Don't sleep." Kuroro stared at me blankly with his big black jewel-like eyes, and said dissatisfiedly: "You have been sleeping for two days, why are you still sleeping?"

"I, I was in a coma before! Brother!" I was so angry that I couldn't believe that the person who made such unreasonable trouble was Kuroro.Blinking my sleepy eyes, I was almost aggrieved: "I'm sleepy, this bed is so comfortable, why don't you let me sleep?"

"What should we do after we haven't agreed? How can you sleep like this?" Kurolo said confidently.

"What should I do after that?" I looked at him in a daze, "Hide here first. Let's talk about it after the wind has passed."

"Can we hide in the secret room and not go out? What about Feitan?" Kurolo said.

"...Fei Tan!" I slightly opened my eyes, "He should be on Liuying Street too. How can I find him?" That's...Fei Tan with two broken legs.

"That's why I thought about it." Kuroro muttered.

"...Anyway, we can't go out now, right? People are looking for us outside." In order to sleep, I reacted quickly, "I didn't hear that Feitan was caught, so he should be hiding well. Then, we We just need to wait quietly in our respective corners until the sound of the wind passes, and we can meet again smoothly."

After I finished speaking fluently, I reflected on myself that there was nothing illogical, so I looked at Kuroro puzzledly: "What is there to say? It's all clear, okay? Besides, this kind of thing doesn't always happen. Did you decide?"

Such a simple question, would Kurolo not think of it and still need to discuss it?

Suddenly, I looked at him with contempt: "Actually, you just want to drag me to talk, don't you want me to sleep?"

Kuroro pursed his lips, did not speak, and looked at me expressionlessly.

"Kurolo," I looked at him sadly, "Why are you so wicked?!"

"...Don't sleep."

Kuroro was not ashamed at all when I broke the truth, but insisted frankly.

"...Why?" I was about to be defeated by him, and said weakly.

Kuroro didn't speak, just looked at me with pursed lips.

I looked at him for a while with heavy drooping eyelids, and surrendered: "Okay... I won't sleep. What do you want to say?"

Kurolo still didn't speak.Nothing to say, I read it from his face.

"Really not to say?" I looked at him cautiously, with some encouragement: "You can say anything."

Kuroro stared straight at me with big, dark eyes that couldn't see any emotion, but didn't speak.

"Really?" I asked tentatively.

"..."

"Then I'm going to sleep." I happily dropped a sentence, my eyes were already closed before my words fell.

"...Don't sleep."

A hand pushed again on my shoulder.

Oh, Kuroro, this brat, what the hell are you doing?I raised one eyelid and glanced at him, and moved quickly towards him until I pressed my head on his uninjured shoulder, rubbed my left hand next to his right hand, to ensure that he couldn't mess around with it again. Move (push me), then close your eyes contentedly, relax your body and prepare to fall asleep.

Speaking of which, having Kuroro's shoulders is much more comfortable than sleeping directly on a bed without pillows ^o^/

Before I let myself fall asleep, I murmured in a loyal voice: "Don't be awkward, you can tell me anything... When I wake up."

Kuroro didn't make a fuss anymore. It felt like he had slept for a long time, and had a vaguely long, long dream. When I woke up, I was still a little confused, as if I was trapped in a dream and couldn't recover.

I still maintained the posture before I fell asleep, huddling with Kuroro, awkwardly tilting my injured shoulder.Kuroro fell asleep too, with his head tilted and pressed against my ears, breathing lightly and evenly.

Just after waking up, his body felt chilly, but Kuroro's body felt extra warm, and he didn't want to move away.I just lay there lazily, closing my eyes and recalling the previous dream.He clearly remembered dreaming about many, many things, and the bizarre scenes seemed to be vivid in his mind, but he couldn't remember anything strangely, and his mind was in chaos.

This kind of thing that I can clearly remember, but I can't remember it. The more I rack my brains, the more I find nothing. The feeling of repeatedly searching for a blank space makes people feel inexplicably bored and depressed.

Waking up from this dream, the only thing I remember is a very clear sense of loss, as if subconsciously realizing that I have lost something very important, and I can never get it back.A feeling that was too heavy and too delicate suddenly entangled me, which made me feel both inexplicable and extremely depressed.

What the hell did I forget?

The quiet bedroom, the soft bed, and the afternoon air exude a warm and serene atmosphere.Leaning against Kuroro, who was soundly asleep, my heart constricted unintentionally, and I was reluctant, even as if I was walking on thin ice, and let myself think about a question for a short time - before I came to Meteor Street, my forgotten memories Here, what exactly are there?

I know a lot of "common sense", and I'm pretty sure I'm from another world, but I still can't remember my past experience.So... who am I?

This is a dangerous question that will undoubtedly lead those who cannot find the answer to paranoid and unhelpful thinking dilemmas.In a dangerous living environment like Meteor Street, I have been forcing myself to avoid this problem, focusing only on the present, and on how to make my life better.But now, I suddenly have a strong urge to think about this question, and I can't bear to find the answer.

The instinctive refusal plunged me into futile and endless guesswork. I tried to ask myself why, and to find a reason for the emptiness and irritability caused by the absence of the past that suddenly became hard to suppress.Then I can continue to stuff this soft and dangerous thought back into the deepest box in my heart, and it's best never to come out to make me feel bad again.

If something about the past is doomed not to be found, then it is best to forget it together with the matter of "forgetting". obsession.

Damn it, I buried my head and thought irritably, how could I think of this again?Because of that dream just now?Or is it because of sudden sensitivity and vulnerability after a cozy afternoon nap?Probably still seriously injured, and the will is a little out of control.I vigorously moved my injured shoulder as if I was masochistic, and the pain that I had gradually ignored suddenly became more severe, which made me take a deep breath, but it felt much more real and happy.

I recalled the process of being hit by the arrow, the process of drawing the arrow, and the process of unbearable pain with some horror.The memory blurs the pain, leaving only the vivid fear—although I have experienced many things that require my life to be done, it is the first time I really feel the touch of death—so painful, so unwilling, so Desperate, yet so terrified.

For the first time, I really realized that I was so fragile. Just an arrow could, very likely, kill me: broken neck when falling, excessive blood loss, wound infection and serious complications... I am used to seeing it With the vitality of Kuroro and Feitan Xiaoqiang, I almost thought that it was not easy for me to die.It turned out that I couldn't understand until I was in the real battle...it's different, it's just different.I almost forgot, how could I forget?At the very beginning, looking at the corpses being carried away like running water in District [-], how did I warn myself - if you can't be careful, be careful, if your luck is not good enough, there is no need for bad luck, just a small accident, I'll be one of those anytime.

Because of having the spirit of speech and having a reliable companion, is it confident that he will not die easily?Who gave you confidence?Don't be stupid, I can't help laughing, how fragile life is, how treacherous fate is, don't I understand?Not to mention golden fingers, even if you hold golden thighs, you are not sure that you are the protagonist, and you are shrouded in an unbreakable protagonist halo, who will give you the confidence to not die?And in this world, who can be sure that he is really the protagonist?Until the last moment, I'm afraid no one has the confidence.At the last moment, it's too late.

Breaking out in a cold sweat for no reason, I snorted in embarrassment and self-mockery, laughing at my previous ignorance and arrogance, but also extremely grateful for my previous luck.

I can survive to this day, it really depends on a little bit of strength, and a lot, a lot of luck.

"what?"

Kuroro suddenly asked almost raving in my ear.I was slightly startled, and turned my head to look at him. He looked at me with his sleepy eyes open, and his face was still flushed after a deep sleep.

I realized that I was thinking too much, Kuroro was awakened by my inadvertent voice, he thought I was calling him.

I was embarrassed, and suddenly realized that Kuroro seemed to be woken up by me all the time in the past two days, and said embarrassingly: "It's okay, you... go to sleep."

Looking at Kuroro's bright eyes, I got stuck, and almost didn't say anything to let him go back to sleep. I wanted him to say a few words with me, even if it was meaningless.However, I moved back to let him lie down more comfortably, and I sat up, patted his shoulder comfortingly, and whispered: "Go on to sleep."

Kuroro spread his limbs flat on the bed, closed his eyes, and said, "I can't sleep anymore."

"Oh..." I looked at the bed a little bit with vacant eyes, and responded unconsciously.

"How long has it been?" Kuroro asked lazily looking at the ceiling.

"I don't know." I said lightly.In a blink of an eye, I saw the ground not far from the bed, and the shadow cast by the window was still at the same angle as before, as if it hadn't moved much.

It probably hasn't been long since we fell asleep.It feels like I slept all afternoon.

"It won't be long." As I said this, I raised one hand and rubbed my face, which was stiff from sleeping, while the other hand naturally leaned back on the bed, and sat on the bed in a more comfortable sitting position.

My shoulder hurt a bit, and my hand softened, only to realize that I had unconsciously used the injured shoulder to support my body—it seemed that since when, the unbearable pain there had disappeared, and I needed to touch the painful injury. Only then will I be reminded of it.

"I..." I subconsciously said.

"You..." Unexpectedly, Kuroro and I spoke at the same time.

"What did you say?" I immediately gave up my previous conversation and asked.

"What did you call me for?" Kuroro asked.How does this guy remember this?Get to the bottom of it.

"It's nothing." I prevaricate without confidence.

It's just that I suddenly discovered that my life has always been fragile like a spark that may be extinguished at any time, swaying in the wind but unable to hold it in the palm of my hand, feeling anxious and powerless.

But even as a companion, some emotions are still not suitable for speaking.We still have such a difficult future to break through, some things, let it be digested quietly.When running, fear and hesitation will naturally be left far behind, right?

"Really?" Kuroro asked suspiciously.

"Yes!" I looked directly at him and confirmed.I was still a little uncomfortable, subconsciously changed the subject: "Hey, what are we going to do next?"

"What?" Kuroro first raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then said casually, "I don't know."

I thought about the stupidity of this question, and then I heard Kuroro say lazily: "Stay here, and then eat and drink."

I suddenly thought of something: "Then..."

"I'm sorry, children." Martha interrupted us suddenly, walking to the bedroom door.She frowned, looking a little embarrassed.

I stopped and looked at her with Kuroro.

Martha spoke anxiously and said to us: "There is a new group of people outside. I think you have to hide in the closet for a while."

The author has something to say:

The first four chapters have been slightly revised, and the feeling has been changed. It will not affect the seriousness if you don’t read it~

This chapter has been completed.There is another chapter tomorrow.