[Hunter] Lydia's Life Story I

Time flies when the way forward is clear.

The current way Mrs. Guiliu uses me is to draw a list, and I am responsible for using the language to get the things on it.She asked me about the limit of my ability. I recalled it for a long time. Gein used the speech spirit at Martha's house before. It was too loose. Now it is impossible to make up a limit of one, two, three. Meaning, I had to tell the truth, at most, when the material accumulated to a certain amount, I pretended to be out of money and called a stop.

Almost no taboo in the supply of materials, the disadvantages of such exposure are temporarily unknown, but the benefits are obvious.Now in the eyes of Madam Guiliu, I am nothing more than a big live baby who needs to be win over.The most intuitive manifestation is that my authority in the Ghost Willow Mansion has risen sharply. Although it is inevitable to be more closely protected/surveilled, I can walk around at will—pretending to be a curious and active little girl running around to look around "An eye-opener", I had a preliminary three-dimensional concept of this mansion, and even developed a good habit of taking a walk in the garden every evening.

Again, I don't think about running away, but that doesn't mean I won't do the necessary homework when conditions permit.

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. This sentence is too fucking true.

In a flash, four or five days passed.The list Mrs. Guiliu pulled out for me was getting longer and longer, and the supplies I wanted with Lingling had already filled a warehouse.In addition to the food, clothing and medicine necessary for life, there are also a large number of weapons and even communication equipment—perhaps far more than self-defense.

Of course I pretended not to understand anything.

Mrs. Guiliu is keen on brainwashing me. These days, whenever she is not busy, we always have lunch or dinner together.At the dinner table, she would talk about the daily work of Liuying Street - prostitutes, adoptees and children, and residents with other functions (By the way, at the dinner on the first day of my occupation, Mrs. Guiliu specially invited Yu I have a doctor who is kind to attend), the Self-Defense Forces, the four constitute the main body of Liuying Street.

As far as I know, from the number of adopters, to the regulations that must send away the male baby, and even the internal and external attitudes revealed by Mrs. Guiliu's words, they can all be called iron fists.Difficult goals and powerful opposition create the need for a strong leader and a voice, and rightly so.

For the women on Meteor Street, she always emphasized this, and I always nodded in deep agreement.There is a bit of truth and a bit of falsehood in this, and we are separated by our belly.It doesn't matter anymore, when I poured the materials like hills into the vacated warehouses, I would think, if what I do can really help the miserable female compatriots like Mrs. Guiliu described, then I feel deeply pleasure.Even if I can't do that, it's none of my business.

It should be on the fifth day after Ku Luoluo and I separated, and the fourth day when I worked for Mrs. Guiliu. Mrs. Guiliu sent someone to send a message in the morning. There was a major incident at the business alliance, which had already affected the stability of Liuying Street. She needs to check it out and let me eat myself.

I heard the faint sound of hot weapons fighting in the distance, and shrugged my shoulders indifferently.The previous heavy rain lasted intermittently for three days, but not long after it cleared up, someone started a fight over there, and they were really angry.

Not long after lunch, the maid who appeared frequently told me that there was a visitor.A little novelty.

What's even more surprising is that the guest is Yingji.I now know that Ying Ji is not a name, but a title that only the most beautiful and popular prostitutes in Liuying Street can get.I originally wanted to refuse based on the principle of not causing trouble, but after going through the matter of this Yingji in my mind, I changed my mind.

I received Yingji in my small living room.

After serving the refreshments, the maid retreated consciously.I thought to myself, it seems that Mrs. Guiliu has a higher degree of trust in me than originally thought.

The woman on the opposite side was still in a red dress, as gorgeous as a cloud of clouds, with a myriad of styles.

She looked at me with very strange eyes, and she didn't speak for a long time.

"You...what do you want from me?" I said softly first.

"Why didn't you leave?" She frowned and looked at me for a long time before asking, not as if she was puzzled, but as if she was asking for guilt.

I was taken aback, what is this called?Innocently said: "I was arrested and brought back!" After a pause, he said nonchalantly: "There is nothing wrong with this."

"Where's your boy? Abandoned you and ran away?" She raised her eyebrows and said again, her tone aggressive.

I was startled again, what is my boy?Then I realized that she was talking about Kuroro, which poked my back.I lowered my face and asked back politely, "What does this have to do with you?"

This woman is really strange.

I frowned, stared at her and said, "You seem to want me to leave?"

"I just pity you." She leaned on the sofa behind her and said lazily, with some superior compassion in her words.

I looked at her indifferently and didn't answer.

She naturally wanted to explain to me: "You don't even know what kind of woman Guiliu is." She raised one corner of her mouth and sneered mockingly, her winking eyes were like silk, and she leaned on the sofa to look charmingly at Xingxing.

"Look at her hugging you now, and she's talking nicely. When you grow up, it's time to arrange for you to pick up the guests." Her gaze wandered over my face, making me want to avoid it uncomfortably.

I sneered and retorted ironically: "I am different from you. I don't have to sell my body, and I have other uses."

"Innocent little girl." She clicked her tongue, looking at me with pity and malice. "With this appearance, there will be more people who want you. Do you think the ghost willow is protecting you from offending others, or rubbing you in exchange for more benefits? Unless you have the courage to scratch your face, otherwise ...there are so many ways to make you submit that you can't think of them."

I bit my lip, eyes twinkling.

"...I'm kindly reminding you. At that time, it will be too late to cry and say that you have been fooled." She seemed to have thought of something unpleasant, she put her expression down and said calmly.

"What's the use of saying this now?" I looked at her straight, leaned forward, and lowered my voice tentatively.

"There's a fight over there at the Business Alliance. If you want to run away, now is the only chance that Ghost Willow won't take care of you." She looked sideways and deliberately said lightly.

"Really." I said calmly, staring at her face inquiringly: "But why did you tell me this?" The implication was that she didn't trust her.

She raised her eyes, looked at me deeply, her eyes gradually became empty, the gorgeous makeup seemed to float on her face, the sharp sarcasm and hostility faded from her expression, and she gradually became calm and serious, and she still couldn't hide it. Live in pain.

"Do you know the world outside Meteor Street?" After a while, she seemed to have recovered from her own world, and asked me in an erratic tone.

"Are you from outside?" I asked.

"16 years old, the best age." She said to the carpet in front of the sofa expressionlessly. Looking at her more beautiful face from this angle, she looked a little older out of thin air, with a decayed look.

She raised her eyes and looked at me. It was completely different from her previous ostentation, or showing her teeth and claws. Her tone was vicissitudes and indifferent: "Little girl, I can tell by looking at your eyes that you have never suffered at all. If it was a few years ago, I am most happy to watch how the light in your eyes goes out bit by bit. But now, I would rather, you will always be like this... same as I was then."

"In the hands of Ghost Willow, I became like me... I feel dirty. It's boring." She raised her head and looked down at me again, with a haughty and mocking look on her face again.

"You are lucky."

I looked at her silently, and said cautiously: "...but I think staying here may not be as bad as you said. Martha," I said slowly, "Martha has been an adopter before. "

Yingji's face changed, she stared at me, and said sharply, "What do you mean? Can I still lie to you? I don't know what's good!"

"I didn't say you lied to me, I just think that the matter is not as serious as you said." I turned my head and said, "Martha..."

"Don't mention Martha to me!" The ferocity in her eyes flashed away, and she said sharply: "How clean do you think Martha is? That's what she looked like before you saw her! I came to Meteor with her Street, how can she be better than me? She is a fool, so she died!" She looked at me coldly, and said coldly, "If you follow her, you would rather believe in Ghost Willow than me. When you regret it!"

I looked at her excitement, covered my mouth, and said in a low voice, "I don't want to regret it. Then tell me, how should I escape?"

She narrowed her eyes, paused for a bit reservedly, leaned forward, with a mysterious smile on the corner of her mouth, and said: "I heard that you ran out through the well of Huozhi's house before? Do you know, The sewer system of the entire Liuying Street is connected together..."

"You let me escape from the well in the yard?" I asked back, deeply absurd.

Seeing her nodding, I couldn't help but let out a deep breath, as if I wanted to let out the depression in my chest.

I stood up suddenly and interrupted her: "Wait for me for a while."

I turned around and walked towards the bedroom, thinking as I walked, I used to think that I was not smart, but now I think, maybe I am actually quite smart?

At least not as silly as they thought.

I went to the bedside table, took off Martha's ashes urn, walked out with my arms in my arms, and put it on the coffee table in front of Yingji.

"This is Martha's ashes." I said without waiting for her to ask.

"So?" She hummed and asked impatiently.

"So, tell me." I straightened up, looked directly at her, and said forcefully, "Killing Martha, do you have a part?"

I used the spirit of speech, she was unprepared for my voice, she couldn't help telling the truth: "Yes... what are you talking about?!" When she came back, her face changed drastically, and her voice suddenly rose to a sharp level Harsh.

I lied to her originally, but now I'm not surprised, I just looked at her coldly, and said a little tiredly: "So there's still you."

The man behind Martha's accident.

I doubted her, because I saw her run to Martha's house to make a fuss and make a big fuss, and because it suddenly occurred to me that Medo, who pushed Donalds to Martha, had mentioned it more than once before. I've been there before, and Donalds was originally Yingji's guest—in other words, Mei Duo was originally Yingji's subordinate.

It turned out that there was really her.

A murderer on the loose.

Yingji stood up from the sofa as if her tail had been stepped on, and stared at me condescendingly, with an ugly face and a guilty conscience.

I touched Martha's ashes urn on the coffee table, and when she was about to leave, I said gloomyly, "Stop."

She froze in place, and I said again: "Rope."

A coil of rope fell in front of me.I picked it up, unhurriedly pushed the beauty in the red dress in front of me onto the sofa, bent down and carefully tied her hands and feet tightly.

Her resistance to Yan Ling is weak.

"Don't rush away." Now I looked down at the woman lying on the sofa condescendingly, and said softly, "Say what you want to say and what you should say."

"What do you want to do?!" She yelled sharply, with a fierce look on her face, but a bit of panic and panic appeared in her eyes.I saw my own expressionless face in her bright eyes.

I don't know what I want to do either.

I opened my mouth, but my heart was blocked and uncomfortable, and I wanted to vent.

"Knife." When her pupils shrank suddenly, I picked up the fruit knife that appeared on the ground, took it out and placed it on Yingji's delicate and slender neck very smoothly.

"Don't bark." I warned her.

Her face was pale, and cold sweat was already oozing from her forehead.With such poor mental quality, do you dare to harm others?I thought disappointedly.

I am Daozu, she is fish.I squatted halfway on the edge of the sofa, looking down at her pale face, feeling nothing in my heart.

The murderer who killed Martha was under my knife, and the strange thing is that there is neither hatred nor anger in my heart at this time.I just feel tired, the exhaustion seeping into my limbs, I can't lift my arm, it seems that I don't even have the desire to cut it off.

She needs to pay, that's all I can think of, and then almost mechanically urge her to pay for her viciousness.

I find it tiresome, it's all very tiresome.

I forced myself to interrogate her patiently: "Why did you kill Martha? What did you do?"

She took a breath carefully, for fear that the blade would cut her throat.She trembled: "I didn't do anything! You put the knife away, I didn't do anything!"

"It's a lie." I snorted, and impatiently ordered with Shangyan Ling: "Don't deny it—what did you do, what do you think, tell me!"

"I just hinted at Mei Duo, she can push Donnas to Martha." Yingji murmured, "Yes, I'm just jealous of her, I just don't like her well! Why do we all have the same identity? She can live a good life? Martha, what should she do? She is only the daughter of a small merchant! I am the daughter of a duke!"

She whispered to herself, with a paranoid expression on her face: "...If she hadn't been thrown on Meteor Street, she wouldn't be worthy of carrying my shoes! I don't accept it, I don't accept it... Martha, why should she live better than me? good?!"

She stared at me with wide eyes, her expression twisted, as if she was persistently asking for an answer, she woke up after touching my eyes, and suddenly closed her mouth.

I thought about it, and slowly said: "You and Martha, you knew each other before you came to Meteor Street? Did you come together?"

She leaned on the sofa and panted twice, her long eyelashes flickered twice, she snorted with a broken can, and even gave me a provocative glance, and said with a low smile: "Why, are you interested in hearing our story?"

I turned my head and thought for a while, and said, "Okay, tell me."

Yingji then closed her eyes and exhaled, and said, "Martha and I, we are both from the Kingdom of Jin. My father was a rich grand duke. I was only 16 years old at that time, and my daily life was to wear beautiful clothes. , doing hairstyles, buying luxury goods, attending receptions..." She looked at the sky with distant eyes, and when she talked about the memories at that time, her expression was so simple and complicated that it was difficult to describe.

"I thought I would always live like this until my powerful father arranged for me to marry someone... Unexpectedly! Those bastards kidnapped me! Martha, I, and a few other girls, We are classmates in high school!" Her face suddenly became ferocious, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I will never forget that day in my life! We went on an outing with the school, and those beasts, those beasts suddenly appeared and kidnapped us openly! And then! Haha, then they fucked us up in the mountains over there! Right there! That day!"

She laughed hoarsely, closed her eyes tiredly, and her face was lifeless: "I thought it was hell at the time, but I didn't expect that an airship transported us to Meteor Street... That was my first time. Know that there are places like this in the world! This is hell!"

She suddenly opened her eyes, stared at me, and asked in an excited tone: "Say! Shouldn't I hate? Shouldn't I?! Why should I encounter such a thing? I'm not reconciled! I hate it so much !"

"They're all dead...but I won't die!" She emphasized with red eyes, "I told myself that one day I must go back to Kejin alive, and go back to that manor alive! I want that bitch to see Look! I'm back! I'm going to kill her! She's ruined everything for me! I'm going to kill her!" She stopped, panting heavily.

"Who is she?" I asked.

"Duchess." She closed her eyes and said with a mocking and bitter smile, "You know? I am the Duke's illegitimate daughter. That woman has such a noble face, don't think I can't see her eyes Viciousness!"

"Haha, she's going crazy with jealousy. What's the use of a noble background? Isn't she inferior to my naturally coquettish and coquettish mother?" She giggled, "Hahaha, she thought she would throw me in Meteor Street can be thrown into Meteor Street to destroy me? She is dreaming! I have the same vicious blood as that woman in my bones, and I can live well here! Those men are crazy about me! Sooner or later I can Go out, I will kill her with my own hands, and kill their whole family!"

"Stop talking." I whispered, turned the dagger upside down, and placed the back of the knife firmly on her throat, preventing her from venting any further.I'm not interested in her misery, her madness makes me sicker.

"I don't want to hear it anymore." I pressed her throat so hard that she stuck out her tongue unconsciously, and said languidly and quickly: "Are you delaying time? Or seeking sympathy? Forget it, I tried Well, it really can’t be done like this.”

She looked at me with sober eyes, like poisoned arrows.

"You want me to die?" My throat was uncomfortably blocked, so I raised my voice slightly, "You want me to die." I affirmed.

I frowned at her as she tried to entice me to escape.That well has been raining for so many days in a row, as long as it goes down, it will be swept away by the turbulence, and I will die without seeing my body.But I don't understand, why did she do this?Because they are against Mrs. Guiliu, and I am working for Mrs. Guiliu now?

I don't quite understand her motives, but I don't want to ask more questions.The fact that she wanted to kill me was enough.Besides, she killed Martha.

I stood on the edge of the sofa and looked down at her, my eyes became more and more gloomy, like looking at a dead person.I have been looking for reasons, I really want to make a scene, I really want to kill this woman here...

There is a beast in my heart that is about to break through the cage.

"It's too cheap to let you die." I said to her suddenly.I feel like I should hate her a lot right now, but really not that intensely.It's just boredom and nausea, and the aggrieved feeling that I want to break the embankment.

That's it, take revenge on her, and love the rest!

Lydia you are crazy!

I took a deep breath and stopped talking nonsense. I picked up a rag from under the coffee table and stuffed it into her mouth. Then I raised the knife and slashed her cheek with the dagger.

The disgusting feeling of the sharp blade cutting the flesh, the skin and flesh on that beautiful face were instantly torn apart, pulling out a hideous shape, dripping with blood.

Her eyes were about to split, she reacted for a second or two, then screamed uncontrollably, her scream was blocked in her mouth.

I waited for her to calm down for a while, and the dagger in my hand kept dripping blood on the ground.

"You know," I looked at her, almost talking to myself, "I used to think that a woman who disfigured her face every now and then was too disreputable, why do you always have to deal with that face. But now I understand."

She was twisted on the sofa with her hands and feet bound, struggling crazily, and I slashed the other side of her face with a deep bone-deep knife, and said indifferently: "If this can bring you the greatest Pain, that's what I want."

Ruin your face, not because I hate it, just because you care.

What's more, beauty itself is a kind of power, you have enjoyed too much luck for this, and now I want to take it away.

She struggled so hard that she broke free from the ropes that bound her hands and feet.She curled up, wanted to hold her face with both hands but didn't dare, and looked at me with eyes that exchanged bone-chilling resentment and pleading.

I didn't bother to tie her up anymore, but I didn't give her time to escape, so I said directly with my words: "Don't move." Taking advantage of the moment when she was still, I slashed her face again.

That face is now shaped like a ghost.

When I wanted to make a symmetrical fourth cut, I touched her flesh with the tip of the knife, and suddenly felt extremely disgusting.My hand softened, and the dagger fell on the carpet. I staggered back two steps, watching the blood and flesh on her face almost blankly.

She was just a gorgeous beauty just now.

The effect of the speech spirit faded, and Yingji staggered to her feet, rushed to the door, and ran out screaming "woo woo", as if fleeing from an evil spirit behind her.

I stood where I was, as if my soul was out of my body. The smell of blood filled my nose, but I didn't seem to be affected by it.

I suddenly retched and almost threw up bile.I fell down, knelt on the ground and sank my hands into the carpet, vomiting so hard that I wished I could pass.

The scream was stuck in the throat and could not be released.

I must be crazy.

The author has something to say:

Lydia is dying... Sure enough, she will go crazy if Kuroro is not around┑(￣Д￣)┍

Don't hate her, the next chapter will continue to reverse!there will be tomorrow~

When I was writing this chapter, I had just finished a [-]-word paper, and I couldn't even look directly at the computer!

(When first released: June 2016, 6)

Belated Dragon Boat Festival blessings!

After watching Hunter 357, I was so disillusioned, and I turned black to Xi Suolu... Well, I will write according to the original in the future, what is the plot?let's let ourselves go

Let us remember one purpose - the characters the author likes should be alive!Alive!Alive! [Say important things three times]