Hunter · Petty Citizen and Bandit Leader

, finally closed it, raised his hand to cover his yawning mouth, and said vaguely: "Then I will listen."

Then there was the small sound of pages being turned, followed by his slow, magnetic voice.

"A man's life is short but long..."

I closed my eyes and listened to his voice, the warmth like flowing water slowly...

I eventually fell asleep, and the credit goes to Kuroro who was beside me as the announcer.

Maybe...record his voice and listen to it by the bedside at night, maybe I'll sleep until dawn instead of hours...

Thoughts swirled around the thought before finally disappearing into his mind.

No more ideas.

After reading a few pages, Kuroro turned his head slightly and looked at the girl with closed eyes, his expression softened.

He closed the book gently, glanced at the title of the book in his hand, and his black pupils flashed boredly.

This book has the same hypnotic effect as the girl said. Why is there such a book?It is really a boring book to say that it is motivated but trapped in the cage of "law and discipline". He really likes books that are long-lasting and intriguing.

He threw the book back on the bookshelf behind him, and he didn't care about causing trouble to the person who placed the book.

He opened another dog crawling book he dug out from the pile of books.

It is still a dense row of typesetting.

One person sat on the side sleeping, and the other sat on the side flipping through the books at hand. The ten-centimeter gap in the middle was like a high wall, separating the two people who seemed to be in different worlds.

[Shen Muze!You see, there is only black in this world!red! 】The man grabbed the girl by the hair and took her roughly to the roof, pressed her on the high platform, and made her look down.

In the dark night, the shimmering street lights.

It just rained, and the pitted ground is full of puddles, and the inside is red...

red……

why red...

why not white...

I, I hate red, I hate black, and I hate... white!

I opened my eyes abruptly, then stretched out my hand to scratch my hair, with a very gloomy tone.

"I'm so annoying, I'm going to die when I die, why are you still haunted..."

The sound of '唰' the pages of the book were turning was at his side.

I immediately closed my mouth, turned my head and looked aside, he was still sitting there, I thought he would go away, but unexpectedly he was still there.

I squeezed the dark color in my pupils and asked him: "How long have I been asleep."

The answer he replied was: "10 minutes, nine minutes and 47 seconds to be exact."

"...Are you counting with a stopwatch?" I asked out of the corner of my eye when I heard such accurate data.

"Do you think I brought that thing?" He spread his book-only hands.

stopwatch?what is that?would i need that?

I think I read in his movements such a lofty message that defies all clocks.

Suddenly I feel that this guy is not only a top student, but also a punctual watch?

"Oh." I didn't make any fuss, and choked out this word from my mouth. You must not be serious when talking to him. If you are serious, you will lose!

"Did Aze have a nightmare?" He turned a page and asked.

"What nightmare do you think nine minutes and 47 seconds can be?" I glanced sideways, twitched the corner of my mouth in disapproval, and stretched out my hand to smooth the messy hair that I scratched.

"Really? But I heard Aze talking in sleep." He raised his head, looked away from the book, and pressed his slender and beautiful fingers on the page he was reading.

The black pupils reflected the figure of the girl who stopped her movements.

I was silent for a moment and asked him, "What did you hear?"

"I heard... Aze was crying." He paused, stretched out his hand to caress the corner of my eye under my momentary guarded gaze.

"That tear just fell from this side."

"... You have to be careful about lying." I slapped the hand that opened the corner of my eye and said coldly.

"I was discovered by Aze, Aze is really amazing." He retracted his hand indifferently, opened his eyebrows, and showed a bright smile.

"……go to hell!"

He took out a book from behind and threw it viciously at his face without looking at it.

He avoided it with a smile.

Chrollo Roussillo?Very good, I remember the name!

I gritted my teeth and thought.

Daily articles (8)

I remember someone asking me a long time ago if the setting sun was the end of the day.

At that time my answer was:

It was the beginning of the day, and the end of the night was kissing blood red.

Who asked that question?I can't remember this person so far, it probably doesn't exist anymore...

The coffee shop will take turns to give employees a day off every week. The wages are good and the treatment is good. This is also the reason why employees like to work hard here. Basically, they don’t have to worry about job hopping.

With such a good boss, you still want to quit?Didn't wake up!

Today, it's my turn to take a vacation.

To be honest, I don’t like vacation very much. Every day before the vacation, the boss will chatter in my ears. It’s nothing more than staying at home, girls going out for a walk, making more friends, and buying some cosmetics. , look at you, you can't even put on makeup...

Now I can guess the boss's next sentence from his previous sentence. Is this the bottom line?

In the end, I still shook my head, forgetting what I promised the boss a moment ago to go out and make friends, and nestled at home, lying on the bed, not moving at all.

Um, too lazy to move.

'Ding dong ding dong ding dong' The doorbell that had accumulated a layer of dust was rang.

The place where I live is a residential building with two rooms on the first floor, one bedroom and one living room. The people who live here are nothing more than young girls who have just left society.That is impossible.

Everyone is working hard for their own career. From morning to night, everyone has different jobs and different schedules. When this person is asleep, that person goes out to work.

The chance of colliding together is 0.01.

This is also the reason why I chose this place. There will be no interpersonal communication, because I am so busy and tired, who else is in the mood to relax and exchange feelings?The only ones who can do this are enthusiastic uncles and sisters-in-law.

So I was wondering who would have rang the bell that had a thick layer of dust on it.

boss?Impossible, he has the key.

old man?Impossible, I have always been the only one who goes there.

so who?

I got up from the bed, put on the bunny shoes, and walked towards the door.

This is an iron gate with no openings. I didn't want it when I installed the gate, mainly thinking that no one would come.

'Kacha' held the doorknob, pulled it down, opened the door and asked, "Who?"

"It's me, Ze."

When I heard this voice, I raised my half-drowsy eyes, and looked at Kuroro standing at the door in surprise, wearing a dark jacket that gave people a sense of calm. How did he know that I lived here?

Then his eyes fell on a bag of...vegetables in his hand?vegetable!

"Passing by Liu's hometown today, he asked me to bring it over for you to taste the vegetables grown at home." He raised the bag in his hand, and when he said this, he smiled wryly.

I glanced at his smile, and asked sympathetically, "Couldn't you be caught by the old man to weed, grow vegetables, and sow seeds, too?"

"That's not true, um, shall we stand at the door and talk about this?" Kuroro shook his head, did not say what the old man did to him, but asked...

He was carrying a bag of vegetables and standing at the door of someone else's house, but the owner didn't consciously let the guests in and sit down.

Is this kind of hospitality really good?

"Ah! Sorry, I suddenly forgot about this." I patted my forehead, reached out to take the bag in his hand, and said to him, "Thank you, you can go."

"..."

"It's time to finish laughing~ Mister, come in and sit down, my house is quite cold, sir, don't suggest it." I waved my hand with a smile, and opened the door to invite him in.

The living room, as I said, only has a low table, a few soft seats, a pot of brightly red flowers, and a large piece of soft light brown carpet on the floor, where you can sit or lie down.

Facing the outside of the table is a small balcony, a small space where a recliner cannot be walked in.

"No, it's very simple and clean."

"Because I live alone, it's easier to clean up."

I bent down, took out a pair of men's slippers from the small shoe cabinet and put them in front of the threshold, then picked up the dishes on the floor, walked towards the kitchen, and said as I went, "Mr. Do it yourself, I only have plain water and black coffee. I think sir will choose the next one, so please wait a moment."

I threw the vegetables into the small basket in the corner of the kitchen. The kitchen was very clean, as clean as if you had never used it, and there was no grease climbing on the walls.

I squatted down, opened the cabinet door, and took out an unopened can of coffee and a small can of sugar.

Pick up the kettle on one side, turn on the faucet and take a pot of water, put it on the electrical appliance site, press the red button to start, take two cups from the small hook without even looking, open the lid, and hold the Spoon the same amount into the cup respectively.

"Do you need my help?" Kurolo stood at the door of the kitchen, watching the busy girl put the calculated portion into the cup.

This will not happen every year or two, because the capacity of each cup is different, and the required amount is also different. If there is more or less, it will affect the taste of coffee.

"No need." I refused his kind inquiry, covered the lid and put it aside, picked up another small pot, and said to the people behind me: "Sir, I don't have all the equipment at home, so the coffee I brew like this may taste like coffee." There are some gaps in the store, so if you dare to say it’s not delicious, haha.” I sneered twice as a threat.

"How come, the taste of the coffee brewed by Aze is recognized in the shop