[Hunter] Which is the best dead house technology

It was noon, but the sun was not strong, and the roadside buildings cast vague shadows.This city is located deep in the mainland, and the dry air and the blue sky full of dust stick tightly to the passers-by.Jie Nuo didn't walk fast, and Mi Ji who followed behind didn't feel too much pressure.Looking around, he felt that the atmosphere here was so oppressive that his throat was dry.Walking down a long path, the streets and buildings of different heights are covered with a thin layer of gray - no green, no trees, no flowers and plants, and any possible plants have disappeared.

Geno walked into a low-rise hotel on the corner.He asked for a standard room, and the proprietress, who was sitting at the counter wearing a veil and a headscarf, stared at the old man and the chubby child with her eyes. Her eyes made Miji uncomfortable for no reason.After a while, the proprietress put the preceptor who had been checked three times into a drawer and locked it, and pushed out a rusty key.

"We will stay here for a week at most." Jenno sat on the strangely colored and stained bed sheet indifferently, and said frankly to Miji, "There is a great possibility that the old man's work target is here, and his hidden It's very clever, even the employer doesn't know his name and appearance, and the old man needs to spend time to find him."

"...can I help?"

Jie Nuo smiled a little under his white hair and beard: "This is a game that the old man is interested in. Just killing people is no longer interesting. This is your first time to beat the enemy, just walking around is enough gone."

He handed a few banknotes of moderate value to Mi Ji.Mi Ji took the money in a daze, the old man looked hale and hearty, gave him a meaningful look, then turned and walked towards the door with his hands behind his back.When Mi Ji came to his senses and chased out the door with his still confused brain, there was no old man in the dim hotel corridor.He closed the door awkwardly and returned to the room with the kimonos in hand, opened the dusty dark red curtains, and through the mottled glass covered with dust and pigeon droppings, he saw the deserted street and the opposite street. A small tile-shed house, from the open zenith, you can vaguely see a few skinny children playing in the square inch surrounded by bricks.

Mi Ji remembered that when he got off the airship, he was surrounded by towering modern buildings.It didn't take long to bypass it, and this side is already a slum between gray and decaying tall buildings.

He didn't go out for a walk that day as Zeno hoped.

Jie Nuo didn't come back until dark, and Mi Ji panicked from hunger.Lying dizzily on the stained sheets that I don't know whether to wash or not, I just feel that the sun and the moon are spinning around in front of my eyes.Strange cities, strangers, these things gave him an inexplicable sense of oppression.He thought dizzily, the best way to kill a socially impaired person is to confiscate his Two-dimensional rescue tool and throw him among a bunch of strangers, and naturally this person will die of exhaustion and inability to call for help.

When he woke up, it was already the next day, and the hunger had subsided completely. He thought happily to the windowpane, maybe a week later when Grandpa Zeno came back, he would be surprised to find that a fat grandson had turned into a A skinny grandson, thinking about it this way, he feels that life is full of hope.

But at noon, he still walked out of the dilapidated hotel.The proprietress behind the counter stuck her eyes glued to his back, and ran to the front street of the dilapidated hotel with the money in her hands as if fleeing.Far away, the bullying incident that he happened to see through the window was still going on.The little girl knelt on the ground and hugged something tightly in her arms, and the boys around her were yelling in an incomprehensible language with a local accent, kicking, beating, cursing and trying to kill her. Out of the thing that girls protect.

He stood behind the telephone pole across the street corner, but couldn't take another step forward.When he saw this scene in the room, he rushed out of the safe area he had designated without thinking too much, but when he was really close to this scene, he didn't know why and couldn't step outside. take a step.

Even if you go out by yourself, what can you do?His strength wasn't necessarily greater than that of the more athletic looking boy—he had no strength at all.

The little girl not far away tightly huddled herself into a ball, sobbing in a low and suppressed way.The boys who attacked her were also in rags, their faces and hands covered in mud.They punched and palmed the girl's skinny body indiscriminately, and the little girl staggered, her wrist rubbed hard on the concrete floor, she screamed, and rushed over to grab her hand and missed it in front of her. The package - this action caused her whole body to fall to the ground, her fingers climbed to the edge of the package, but the next moment her little hand was stepped on the ground and crushed a few times.The girl cried miserably, and the other boy smiled and opened her palms one by one, snatched the packages and left in groups.

Only the thin girl was left curled up on the ground sobbing in embarrassment.She took a short breath, like a dying animal, raised her eyelashes helplessly and looked around the windows of the side hotel and the deserted streets, as if she was expecting and seeking something.

"……this is for you."

Carefully, Mi Ji helped the little girl up, reached out and handed a few pancakes bought in a low-rise bungalow on the edge of the slum to the child who was obviously suffering from long-term hunger.The girl looked up at him with black and white pupils that were so pure, her face was covered with dirt, and she didn't care whether the girl understood what he said, so she said in a low voice, "I'm sorry." The cake was stuffed into the arms of the girl who was almost as thin as a human skeleton.

What could he do without the aid of tools?use read?He is not of the strengthening type at all, not to mention that Nian is nothing more than a kind of life energy. Before he has no ability to read, Nian is more used to increase the hardness of the attack and form a barrier. For Miji, Nian is more useful to protect oneself—

Suddenly, the girl rushed over and snatched the cake and stuffed it into her mouth.Before Mi Chi could react, he was thrown to the ground. He never thought that a child who was almost as thin as a skeleton had such great strength!While puffing up her cheeks, the girl chewed and swallowed the food, while choking his neck fiercely, using all her strength, while the boys who had already left ran out from some corner, They spit out a few short but powerful syllables quickly. Two skinny, black-skinned boys rushed over to hold Mifu's hand. After a simple and quick body search, the leading boy pulled out the Those nuns stood up and said something contemptuously, probably nothing more than "fatty" or something, spit on the side, a group of children rushed away, one of the boys did not forget to recite that little girl.The raised dust has not yet settled, and the street is once again silently covered in gray.

Mi Chi slowly got up.

His neck was so sore, he coughed twice, and stood at the entrance of the empty street, still a little dazed.Everything happened too fast, like a candle that was just lit and then blown out. After it was over, he hadn't fully realized what happened, and he hadn't had time to use his thoughts at all. Girls without wrapping around.

This is more like a planned robbery than an accident, but also caught off guard.

That night, Grandpa Zeno still didn't come back.

Mi Chi didn't stay in the hotel the next day.He's out the door, walking around with Wrap running.The more you go to the outskirts of the city, the more dilapidated the situation becomes.The cement road suddenly broke into dirt, and on the side of the hill piled with household garbage, there were shacks made of plastic bags.Every local resident looked at him with weird and uncomfortable eyes. He walked for half an hour under such sight and understood that this kind of eyes is called "hatred".

However, no one stepped forward to find fault.These residents who live below the poverty line have a sixth sense of "alive" that is clearer than anyone else. They can all perceive the specialness of people with the ability to read only from the "entanglement" that ordinary people cannot discover.People who were thin, dirty, with shriveled breasts, bad body odor, and bared phalluses stood far away, their eyes firmly fixed on the boy who passed through the shacks and narrow alleys.

The gap between rich and poor in this city is terrifying.Miki thinks of those towering and magnificent buildings, disparity and hatred that drive the residents of the slums to the brink of evil.When he returned to the hotel, the proprietress who had been silent all this time spoke.

"Where's your grandpa?" Her tone was very strange, like a saw cutting wood.

Mi Ji paused, and continued walking forward without answering.The landlady's laugh sounded hoarsely inside the tightly wrapped gauze: "Hey, he hasn't come for three days. You don't have money or food. How do you feel about being abandoned?"

Mi Chi didn't speak.

"You're so fat." The proprietress said, it was difficult for Mi Ji to read any emotion from her strange tone of language, "I have never seen a child as fat as you in half my life. Even in the rich districts, there are no such fat children. Oh , it’s not a rich area, how can the real rich live near here.” The light in her exposed eyes licked Mi Ji’s body like a greedy snake, “The most difficult time, we Yi Zi and I have. But I have never eaten a child as fat as you."

Mi Ji was stunned.

"Why don't you leave?"

"Leave?" The proprietress laughed strangely, "It's impossible to leave. If one or two are left, three or four will be born here. People who leave can't survive. The law protects people in tall buildings, but the law doesn't. us."

On the fourth day, Geno came.He suddenly appeared in the room, and he smelled the indistinct smell of blood on his grandfather's clothes. When he followed Jie Nuo to leave the slums of the city, he clearly felt the regret in the proprietress' eyes.When the airship took off, he climbed in front of the window pane and had a bird's-eye view of the city. The city was dry and green, with two-thirds of the east side full of tall buildings and bustling, and the west third was a hotbed of poverty and hunger.

Why don't you leave? ——Because they are poor and weak, they are deeply rooted in this hotbed, parasitized here, and died here.

"Grandpa..." he said in a low voice, "I'm really weaker than the kids there."

Zeno didn't answer.

After the airship landed, Miji's spirit was still not good. He was obviously in a trance when he walked. This trance did not wake up until he faced the hotel's wine red thick wool woven carpet.On the contrary, the big soft bed, the clean seat and the golden chandelier, any kind of luxury is incompatible with the previous nightmare of poverty, and the absurdity seems to crash from one falsehood to another falsehood, but at the same time, he also knows This is real.

This time, Zeno made his intentions clear to Mi Ji in the magnificent room.

"Two gangs will be doing business here," he said. "One of the leaders hired us to beat up the enemy and kill the other's leader. There will be a lot of people at the opening, and no one will see what will change in terms of details. .Follow this old man well, and you can't relax for a moment. If even a stray bullet can hurt you, pack yourself up and go to hell."

"If it can't be discovered...do you want to use it?"

"No need, your power of thought is not strong enough to make people lose their vigilance."

Zeno completed this work with ease, and a foregone conclusion seemed to have been reversed between raising his hand.But at the same time, what appeared in front of Mi Ji was a sea of ​​Shura's blood.Everyone is shooting at each other they don't know. The bullets and bloody blood are blooming on the intricate and delicate wine-red carpet. The mournful sound of the gunshots is like the cry of a lamb.He followed Zeno closely, stepped over the corpse, and dribbled through the endless blood.There are all kinds of worlds inside the open doors on both sides of the corridor. The naked corpse of a woman maintains the expression of the climax at the last moment, and the sweet red wine in the broken goblet is like distorted masks.With a strong sense of vomiting, Mi Ji walked out of the hotel full of guns and bullets, and the evening wind swept away the lingering rust smell that could not be dissipated from his nose.

He looked back at the hotel that was still dazzling in the night for the last time.

——Look, people die for all kinds of ridiculous reasons all the time.