[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

Martha will be back soon.

We looked at the flowers in Martha's palm and fell silent for a moment.

The immaculate lily, Casablanca, the flower of misanthropy.

death.

"So, the flower language is a prophecy?... I will die?"

Martha gently stroked the thick and moist petals of Casablanca, and asked softly.Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

Indeed, because Madge was staring at her with wide eyes, his golden pupils were shining brightly, defending his territory like a fierce little beast, ready to pounce and bite at any time.

"Everything is still speculation. However, this is the most likely explanation so far, and basically all the clues are connected in series." Kuroro said calmly, pressing the book in his hand.

"Casablanca, the flower full of memories, the flower language is indifferent eternity. Great love, changeable heart, eternal beauty, unaffordable love. Don't give up a person you love deeply. Death. Blooming proudly, world-weary flower."

Martha held the flower, the skin of her fingers was fairer and more delicate than the petals.Her expression was very quiet, not frightened, but an inexplicable sadness lingering between her gentle brows and eyes, like a quietly blooming white lily in her hand, beautiful and unknown.

"So, if this is a prophecy, what can we do?" She looked up at Kuroro and asked.

"I don't know either." Kuroro said frankly, "I don't know enough about this ability. There are too few clues, and we need more evidence."

But... except for Kuroro, everyone has seen the flower language, right?

"What do you want to do?" Feitan asked.Already smelling a new crisis, the hostility that had been lazily restrained on his body resurfaced again, like scales that opened suddenly, carrying a chilly bloody aura.

So does Crowley.

The corners of his delicate mouth curled up in a dangerous arc, and he said confidently, "Go do the experiment."

I swallowed with some palpitations, raised my hand worriedly and said, "Kurolo... You haven't forgotten, we are still wanted, right?"

It's too late to be a man with your tail tucked up, how can you stretch out your hand to make trouble?Liuying Street is stable, but it's not that simple.How do you say that?Don't stretch out your hand, you will be caught if you stretch out your hand...

Kuroro looked at me helplessly, "Lydia, don't be so bloody."

He sighed, and the momentum in his body relaxed a lot.Still holding the thief cheat book in his hand, he raised his hand and held the brick-like hardcover book and patted it on the top of my head, looking sideways with a sly look in his eyes: "We can use a gentler method. "

The discussion on the language of flowers has reached this point, and there is no way to advance for the time being.It's useless to think too much. Before everything has surfaced, the day that should be lived has to go on.

"First of all, make sure," Kuroro looked at Martha, "In your current knowledge of the future, there is no such thing that will cause similar results, right? You will neither do things that may kill yourself, the surrounding Is there no foreseeable danger?"

Martha nodded.She stretched out her arms and pulled Ma Qi close to her side with a solemn expression.

Kuroro nodded, raised his head and looked around us with an unquestionable expression—I don’t know when, the person who controls the overall situation and makes decisions among us has completely become Kuroro, even as a person outside of the adults and small groups Martha also followed his arrangement seriously.

"Then, two things." He put his hands together finally, "One, figure out the exact meaning of the flower language as soon as possible. Two, before everything is confirmed, don't do things that may cause accidents, and don't act alone."

As the newly adopted adoptee of Liuying Street, Martha officially took office that afternoon with the shadow of death hanging over her head.

The adopted child has the three of us who are of "unknown origin", so there is no need to add more, and Martha didn't say where to register for us. In short, things are on the right track.

At a fixed time every week, Martha will go to a specific place on Liuying Street to collect supplies, which can be called ample food and drinking water, as well as a variable amount of daily necessities and clothing. It's more than enough for an adult and four children -- which also makes me understand why adopting is such a sought-after position.

Martha, the adopter, had no other duties than to bring back food and "feed" us regularly.With Huayu's death prophecy, Martha didn't even leave the house very often. Even if she wanted to go out, she could only raise her hands in surrender and die down under the stalking and scorching gaze of Little Maqi.

In contrast, we who were free-range as "cubs" were busier.

Kuroro is determined to test the ability of "Happy Flower Shop", so he naturally has his way.Specifically speaking, we also need to rely on Martha's consistent good popularity and caring image in Liuying Street.

Specifically speaking, it surprised me.

At that time, Kurolo asked Martha: "If I want to get close to other residents here and talk to them, is there any good excuse? It can't attract attention."

"What do you want to do?" Martha asked back.

"It's just an ordinary conversation." Kuroro said, "I need kind and unguarded best."

Martha relaxed her brows and thought for a while: "Do you have any requirements for the object?"

"I don't have the ability to read." Kurolo said, "Any other identity is fine, but you need to be able to observe or inquire about the current situation at any time."

"It's not difficult." Martha said quickly, "Many people in Liuying Street are living in a difficult life, and I will help them when I have spare time. Next time you go with me, they will not treat you Hostile."

Martha used to be the number one on Liuying Street. Although she didn't receive many orders, she was more than enough to feed her and Ma Qi. The food and things that the two of them couldn't finish were all generously given away by Martha. In the "slums" of Liuying Street, there are quite a few people who are often helped by her.Although Martha has changed careers to become an adopter, she is still well-off in the eyes of outsiders, and it is not surprising to continue such good deeds.

The day after Martha got back the first supplies, she was urged by Kuroro, and she took the food she had picked out—the shriveled bread that was left in several homes—and took us to the so-called “Dragon Bread” on Liuying Street. slums".

I originally thought that the so-called dilapidation here was compared to the exquisite or simple single-family villas in other places on Liuying Street.When I actually walked in, this place gave me a severe blow.

Just turning a tight corner and crossing a narrow street, I seemed to have stepped into another world.

I feel like I've stepped into a dump!

Isn't it ridiculous, Meteor Street was originally a large garbage dump, I live here, but am amazed at the filth and barrenness I see.

They are just shantytowns built with the most crude planks, steel plates, and plastic films, crowded together one by one, some like stables, with a roof and three walls; some like tents, with a few pillars propped up The tattered plastic film; there are also large crooked containers, very similar to the earliest base of Kurollo and me in the fifth district, which made me wonder how they were transported here...

The narrow streets are full of waste, the kind that has no recycling value, broken wood debris, rusted iron nails that can be broken when stepped on, and torn plastic wrapping paper... A gust of wind blows by, The wind mixed with dust and all kinds of debris blows over the head and face, blocking people from the nasal cavity to the heart.

In such a bad environment, there are actually many more people than I have seen on any street in Liuying Street!The skinny and filthy people are almost completely integrated with the garbage under them and around them, silent as dead bodies, or lying behind a pile of garbage, or squatting at the door of a house with air leakage on all sides, watching with blank eyes It's like being ignorant of everything around you.

This is not a place for people to stay!

When all this rushed towards me, I subconsciously stopped.Martha and Kurolo were still walking forward, and I was left behind immediately, without stepping on a pile of wood residue scattered under my feet-that was the edge of the garbage here.

"What's wrong?" Sensing my pause, Martha naturally looked over and asked with concern.

"It's nothing." I quickly shook my head and took a step to follow.When I stepped on the rubbish under my feet, I couldn't help twisting the corner of my mouth-this long-lost familiar feeling.

It's disgusting.

"The environment here is not very good." Martha saw my unnaturalness, and whispered, "Be patient."

"I'm fine." I pursed my lips and smiled at her.

When we came out of that alley and appeared on this street, all the aborigines who were exposed to the garbage looked at us immediately.The gazes shot from all corners are guarded and indifferent, unusually bright, full of greed and desire, almost instantly alert and vigilant, and of course repulsive.

This is the "garbage" that makes me uncomfortable, not those poor shantytowns, the debris on the ground, but these people with eyes like desperate beasts.They are like the garbage rotting in this corner, exuding a desperate stench of decay.

I quickened my pace to get closer to Kuroro and Martha, and they let me walk in the middle.I couldn't control my eyes and glanced around, holding my breath with some patience.

I don't think it's good to think like this, reminding myself not to show disgusting looks of disgust, that's too unkind and too hurtful.With a tense face, I curiously looked at the expressions of Kuroro and Martha.

Kuroro looked around as usual, with some curiosity on his face, and the indifference hidden behind that witty curiosity.This is not the first time for Martha to come here. She pursed her lips and looked at her surroundings with vigilance, but also pity and sympathy from the heart. The soft bright colors seemed to soften the dark and cloudy background around her.

"Where are we going?" Kuroro asked.

We thought that Martha was going to distribute food here, and the basket in her hand attracted all the naked eyes around - it is not a good idea to put the basket down here or take it away, I doubt when those people will Jump up, even though they don't seem to have the strength to get up.

Ever since I was almost killed for a shriveled apple in District [-], I've had a psychological shadow of "skinny" people with similar eyes.

"Cross here, a little ahead." Martha said.She pulled me with the hand holding the basket, reminded me to pay attention to my feet, and whispered to me in a low voice: "We are not looking for them...but don't worry, they won't do anything to us."

"Who are these people?" I asked in the same low voice.

"The whore|clients who can't pay, or those who can't find a job here... Most of them are people who got into trouble outside and hid in Liuying Street, refused to leave and couldn't support themselves." Martha road.

I shivered, and thought inexplicably, if we hadn't been taken in by Martha's mother and daughter, wouldn't we be in the same situation as these people?

Kuroro looked thoughtful, "That is to say, if someone can afford whoring money, Liuying Street won't drive him out even if he is being chased outside?"

"That's right. But if the eighth district must come in and search, we can't stop it."

Kuroro let out a "huh" and changed the subject again: "Then who are we looking for now?"

"It's... old and depraved prostitutes." Martha said, her expression was very sad: "Liuying Street is not responsible for everyone's future life. So if prostitutes fail to be old and lustful I can't find enough savings before I can't find a business, so I can only live here... As you will see soon, their situation is very bad... very bad. So I always think, I can help a little Just help a little, do what I can."

After passing through this worst area, the front suddenly opened up, and the environment was relatively tidy.Although it is still a dilapidated shanty building, the street seems to have been cleaned simply, and it is no longer walking on a thick layer of garbage.

"This is it." Martha seemed relieved, "Those old seniors live here."

"Why do they live here? I mean, from the previous period?" I asked, rubbing my chest.

"It wasn't like this at first. I heard that it was just an ordinary narrow alley at the beginning, but somehow it became a settlement for outsiders, which separated this place from the outside world." Martha said.

"Okay, let's go in." Martha walked to a shack on the street, turned her head and said.

This is a shack made of wooden boards, with walls on three sides and a door on one side without a wall. An opaque plastic sheet is hung obliquely as a curtain.The room looked small from the outside, only a few square meters, but it was dark and quiet inside.

"Sister Ola, are you there?" Martha raised the plastic sheet on the door and raised her voice to the inside.

"Come in." A weak and hoarse voice came from inside.

The author has something to say:

Ahhh, I watched Hunter Chapter 351! !Excited! !

At the beginning, I also thought that Kuroro's painting style was wrong, but later I found a comparison with the previous ones. The face shape is still the same, and there are a few similarities!So... Kuroro split into another personality?I feel like I've changed from a big brother to a bad boy, and I'm still a bit of a sissy killer!That washed, cut and blown hairstyle~ Woo la la, the new ability is so cool!I can see that my legs are weak, almost broken! !

I mean, I actually have a cover?