Hunter · Petty Citizen and Bandit Leader

On the one-year-old bed, a small desk lamp was lit next to the small counter, illuminating the modestly decorated bedroom.

It’s not yet dawn, but the street lights outside the curtains have been turned off. I reached out and picked up the electronic alarm clock next to the bed. The time on it was: 03:10, four hours before dawn, and six before going to work Hour.

I sat up, my soft hair resting on both sides of my cheeks, gloomy, ah, I can't sleep again.

I'm used to it, this kind of situation where I'm half asleep but woke up by a dream and can't fall asleep again.

I sat up, put on soft bunny shoes, and while combing my messy hair, I pulled out the chair and sat down. I leaned my back against the back of the chair and held my head up. My pupils turned back to staring at the ceiling dully.

This dream is really rare and tender, surprisingly not stained with scarlet.

The sweetest dream ever.

But...Chapter 1 opened the bloody curtain. In order to become stronger, not to become food, and not to be killed by white pigeons, I began to integrate into the fourth district, learn the way of survival in the fourth district, and gradually become stronger .

Restraining the stomach that was about to vomit, he forcibly stuffed the lump of meat in his hand into his mouth, swallowed it, and let it slide down into his stomach.

Whenever I think of this incident, I can't help stretching out my hand to cover my mouth, as if to block the feeling of vomiting that is about to pour out.

Looking at the ceiling but wandering for thousands of miles, I finally straightened my head on my neck in the passage of time, stretched out my hand to take the thick diary, and opened it to a new blank sheet of paper.

'Crack——' The chair rubbed against the floor and made a screeching sound. I sat forward and turned on another lamp on the table, which was brighter than the one by the bedside.

I held the pen, and the tip of the pen touched the paper, but I couldn't write a single word.

What should I write?Is it possible to write a sentence 'I was awakened by a dream again and couldn't sleep'? , or 'Today's dream was not bad. '?

Hesitating and chattering, a puddle of blackness spread out on the white paper, I looked at the black pen and ink, and thought of that person's eyes, saying that I didn't even have a name after chatting with each other all the way yesterday Ask, really, how can there be such a stupid head.

I tapped my head in frustration, and decided to get the name next time he came to the coffee shop.

A man with such eyes must have a nice and catchy name.

In the end, I wrote such a large paragraph in the diary, which took up an entire page, like a junior high school student's post-reading impression.

At 1994:7 am on July XX, [-]

I remember the man in the dream, I remember that I pierced his head and heart with He, no different from a human being, he died, with red hands, gagging, I dug out the meat on his back and ate it To be honest, I don't want to eat him, because he is the teacher who taught me to 'survive' and 'become stronger'.

But I still ate him, because he would be divided by the [clan] who heard the news, and then eaten into his stomach, it would be better for me to eat him than into someone else's stomach.

As if making excuses for myself, I ate my teacher (low hoarse self-deprecating noise).

To this day, I still agree with his words [It’s the world that’s wrong!We are monsters driven mad by this world! 】.

In fact, he hates humans more than anyone else, and he can see it more clearly than anyone else, but he doesn't expect ghouls to coexist peacefully with humans and not to confront white pigeons. I don't know why, until I don't know how long after he died, I Only then did I know that when I heard from others, "The wife and children of the tigers in the fourth district were killed by white pigeons, the daughter was only this old at that time..." The man wrote the height of the girl, and I understood why the man Teach me by hand, although I almost died many times, but...

I am alive now, but he is dead.

The reality of that world is terrible, really, really terrible.

*****Separation line at dawn*****

I sat on the chair for more than five hours, sitting there like a log, without moving, as if I was thinking about how many people's blood my hands were stained with, and how much disgusting meat my stomach swallowed.

Whenever such repeated and self-abusing imaginations always make me stretch out my hand to cover my mouth, it is that kind of feeling that I can't hold back.

It wasn't until half an hour before going to work that I changed my clothes and took care of my clothes. As always, I drank a cup of strong coffee, and the tip of my tongue was bitter and tingling, before I went to the boss's coffee shop.

As soon as the front foot arrived, the back foot was called by the boss and called to his office. There were only two of us.

I watched the boss's 'rich' figure sit on the sliding chair, there was a slight 'click' sound, that chair worked hard, and that was the only thing I wanted to say.

"Aze...cough cough, stinky girl!" The boss who just called my name suddenly coughed dryly with his fists in his hands, then changed his name to 'stinky girl', and then said, "Stinky girl! You and that young man recently Connected?"

"Ah? I don't have his contact information." I was taken aback, and answered in a puzzled manner. I thought it was a work arrangement, but I didn't expect it to be that matter. After the boss just let out a sigh of relief, I then Say something.

"We just met yesterday, and we talked all the way to the store, doesn't the boss know?"

'puff! 'If he drinks coffee now, he will definitely be sprayed with water by the aftermath. He happened to be away that day, and the employees didn't have time to say anything, so he called the person in for a secret talk.

"You stinky girl!" The boss scolded me, and then thought bitterly, "It's been so long since we met, and I didn't even get a contact information. Will I be a kid? No, I must teach it." Give this stupid girl a few ways to make a bubble boy, or she will be a bachelor for the rest of her life! '.

Uh, no, boss, are you in a crooked way! ?That's not what you want to say! Σ(дIll) Aren't you supposed to persuade that kid not to fall in love with a handsome young man? !

"Ahem, Aze, you are only 18 this year. You have just come of age. The social atmosphere is not so good nowadays. There are a lot of liars, hooligans, and idiots. A person who wears a good-looking face may be a little boy with an upside-down face, what? No way, that kind of thing is invisible to the eyes, you are still young, there is no rush for that kind of thing, we can take our time, there is no such thing as saying that there is no shop after this village.” The boss said cracklingly For a long time, I took the water from the table and poured it into my mouth, moistened my throat, looked at me with the ellipsis on my face, and asked a heavy question:

"do you understand?"

I shook my head.

I understand, but why are you saying such things in such a good manner!boss!

Isn't the general boss telling employees to go to the office to lecture and assign tasks?Are you swollen?

"Hey! You, you! You usually say that you don't understand, but you don't admit it!" The boss beat his chest in pain, with a grief-stricken expression on his face.

"Boss, the chrysanthemums are blooming." I said a word coolly, and the scene was instantly cold.

'...' The atmosphere of silence, then...

"Aze! How do you talk, you brat!!!" The roar almost deafened my ears.

I think the guests outside can probably hear it. It's really good lung capacity, boss.However, if you are willing to use this lung capacity for running, you are guaranteed to lose weight properly in a month.

The boss who patted his chest to comfort him stretched out his hand to stop me the next moment I was about to speak.

"You, don't talk now, listen to me, nod if you understand or not, understand?"

"..." I kept my mouth shut and nodded. In fact, you didn't want me to talk at all, so you said that!

"Aze, do you know that young man has a girlfriend?"

I nodded, didn't I just talk about this?

Seeing me nodding, the boss continued with relief, "Ah Ze, do you know that the father of the young man's girlfriend is a rich man in this city, which means that the girlfriend is actually a young lady, don't you know? "

"..." As soon as I turned my head, I received a powerful eye knife from the boss, so I turned my head back under the gaze of the boss, and nodded.

"Well, very good." The boss nodded in satisfaction.

No, it's not good at all, that red/naked/bare expression in your eyes' don't do it, buckle!work!capital! ', which is an obvious threat, I said no!open!Mori!

"Ah Ze, we can't afford a boyfriend from a big family and a small family, not to mention that the lady is much prettier than you... Cough, boss, I don't mean that, our Aze is also very good." Said The slippery boss almost slapped himself, so he immediately changed his words and gave a thumbs up.

"..." With a paralyzed face, I stared at the boss who looked guilty and looked around, and said coldly, "Quickly, I have to go out to greet customers."

"What I mean is, no matter how you look at it, that young man is a married woman! He is not worthy of our family's Aze, so, Aze gave up one weed, and there are thousands of tender grass..."

"Please speak in human terms, thank you." I interrupted the excited boss who stood up and waved his arms, as soon as he froze, he had to teach.

"Ahem, boss, I went to inquire about it yesterday. That young lady has an older sister who is not very good in the upper-class circle and has a particularly bad reputation. She loves her sister very much and has done a lot of timid things for her. Thing, Aze, you’d better not get in touch with that young man, if that young lady’s elder sister knows that you are interested in her boyfriend, it will be terrible, the boss doesn’t trust you.” The boss sighed, from the desk I came out and touched my head, my plump, big palm was warm.

"Aze in our family should be matched with the best guy