[Hunter] Be a good dad

How long can a person's hatred last?I don't know, but I want to know.

I sat quietly under the window sill, letting my body blend with the shadows.

I watched my little Kula open the door calmly, and then his eyes fell on the table.

Of course, he'll notice, because that's one of his raison d'être.

I know that the child has set two goals for himself, one is the fiery eyes, which needs to be found, and the other is me, which needs to be killed.

In fact, judging from the current situation, Little Coola seems to be more willing to collect red eyes than to hunt me down, which makes me a little depressed.

I feel extremely sad when I think that my sense of existence is not as good as those dead eyes.

I watched the boy walk forward step by step, his hands resting on the edge of the table, his body trembling.

Scarlet anger ignited in his eyes like a prairie fire.

Why would I be angry instead? I'm a little puzzled, obviously I got what I wanted, didn't I?I looked sadly at the hard-to-please teenager in my family, like a father who was worried about his child's picky eaters.

Then he jerked his head up and I saw myself in those beautiful eyes.

"Did you kill someone?" He asked coldly, his beautiful eyes were as cold as an ice field that would not melt for thousands of years.

I looked at him helplessly: "What gave you such an illusion." He said it as if there were still people from the Kuruta tribe who could kill me.

Holding his shoulders, I smiled: "I just miss you."

After I finished speaking, I was stunned. Although I have said a lot of similar things, but for some reason, today's sentence seems particularly sincere, so sincere that it seems to be true.

I could feel that the boy's body became extremely stiff in an instant, and every muscle was tensed.

I looked at him with infinite sadness and complained: "You don't trust me."

Little Coola didn't move, just stood like a statue, if I couldn't hear the sound of the wind blowing through the branches, I would even suspect that time had stopped at this moment.He slowly raised his head to look at me, his eyes were complicated with some kind of ancient runes, complicated and tinged with the smell of blood.

Suddenly, he smiled: "Kurolo, do you know what a tribe is?"

Of course I know that it is nothing more than a group of people who have lived in a certain place for a long time for various reasons.

I looked at him helplessly and lovingly, like looking at a child who doesn't understand.

"You can't understand, right?" He stared at me and curled his lips coolly.

At that moment, my heart was pierced by something cold. I clutched my chest hurt by my own daughter, and put on the saddest expression I could do in my life.

"Little Coola, you can't laugh at Dad like this—" It's impolite, Dad, I will be very sad.

"Okay, let me change it to a way you can understand," he interrupted me mercilessly, "If one day I kill everyone in the brigade, will you forgive me?"

of course not.

The icy murderous aura instantly overwhelmed the sky, I frowned, dissatisfied with my somewhat out-of-control performance.

Containing the murderous aura around me, I finally felt a little displeased, or to be more precise, I couldn't understand Kurapika's state.

"I don't think the problem between us has reached this level." I heard my own voice, serious and determined.

"I can help you get back the flaming eyes that were sold back then." This is the biggest concession I can make.

It seems that people are really old, and their hearts have become softer. Time goes back ten years, and I would never think that I would say such a thing.

"Kurolo." Little Coola called my name with a standard and clear pronunciation. "You are not the only enemy of mine." He looked at me calmly, with bloody smell on the corners of his eyes and brows.

The killing intent spread in my body, I looked helplessly at this child raised by me.

"I remember all the people who participated in it and those who did it back then." I will not let anyone go.

The killing intent vanished in an instant, I rubbed my forehead, it gave me a headache.

That matter seemed to rise to a height almost of belief in the child's heart, which made me helpless.

Chrollo, we can never reconcile.

Because what stands between us is not just the lives of those who have passed away.

Damn it, what nonsense.

Yes, I exterminated the Kuruta tribe, but so what?

It's just a bunch of insignificant people, isn't it!

Why, after all these years, do they still have to fight over the dead?

The author has something to say: A certain network fell ill, um, this chapter was changed.

☆、Mr. Rose

In April, the sun shines unsparingly all over the earth, the road is full of traffic, and the pedestrians on the side of the road are in a hurry.

Ada found me and said that there was a clue to the dark sonata. This girl still looks like a mummy, wearing a gorgeous long dress, standing in the sun without any scruples, being watched by everyone with a bright and wanton smile .

We packed our bags and went to the place indicated in the information, like a gentle brother taking a younger sister recovering from a serious illness to travel.

We came to this seaside city by airship.

The Dark Sonata is just a musical score, which is not offensive in itself, but what is interesting is that when humans play or listen to it, they will encounter unimaginable and terrible disasters.

After understanding this, it is obvious that the Dark Sonata is not scary at all. If you don't play it or listen to it, you won't have any trouble.

What's more, the word "listen" is very wonderful. It means to concentrate and listen carefully.

It seems to imply that if the listener is not so serious, it will not suffer too much damage.

And that seems to be the case.

Known information shows that the people injured by the Dark Sonata are diverse, from full-time hunters to music teachers, from street performers to musicians.

But they all have one very obvious thing in common: they are music lovers.

This doesn't seem to explain anything. After all, the Dark Sonata is a piece of music, and it is obviously not surprising that music lovers have the most contact with it.

But what's interesting is the one next to me, she was the only one who survived the concert.

At the same time, she doesn't understand music.

Among the group of people who died horribly, she was the only one who could crawl on the ground twice when I found her.

In fact, I've often found it a wonder that the Dark Sonata survived.

Think about it, both the player and the listener are dead, who cares about such a score.

After cleaning the relics, the probability of throwing them into the garbage dump or being buried with the relics of the performers is much higher than passing them down to the world.

The former may be thrown in Meteor Street, my hometown, in that kind of place where no shit, I think a piece of music may never see the light of day again in this life.

As for the latter, except for wicked tomb robbers, it is estimated that no one will patronize the tomb, and if they patronize, they may not care about the music score.

So how did this cheating thing spread so far and has not been destroyed by humanity? I have reason to suspect that when the Demon King created the Dark Sonata because he was particularly proud, he copied a lot of points so that it is still passed down to the world.

"Someone provided information that the teacher once appeared here." Ada pressed the brim of her hat and looked around. After all, it was a girl, and she still had some lumps about her appearance.

I looked at her seriously: "Teacher?" If you don't mind, you can go into more detail—for example, "Mr. Rose?"

"Yes," Ada took a light breath, "Sir, she seems to be alive."

"Oh, that sounds like..." seems like rather unfortunate news.

"We have to find her." Ada's back was straight, and her eyes seemed to extend through the tall buildings to some unknown distance.

If Mr. Rose faked her death, then her position is obviously worth pondering.

Suddenly, Ada froze and I followed her gaze.

It was a pudgy female, obviously young but bald, with two protruding teeth that made her look a bit like a... er, groundhog?

I'm not sure if the two women found their other half in an instant or what, they looked at each other across the din of traffic.

Suddenly, Ada moved, and she stared at the woman on the opposite side, completely ignoring the dense traffic and walking towards the opposite bank step by step.

During this period, several cars whizzed past her body, but this woman seemed to be ignorant.

I sighed helplessly, took a few steps forward, grabbed the girl and moved to the opposite bank.

"I'm Ada, let's make friends?" Ada stretched out her hand abruptly, her withered limbs made her look like a mummy crawling out of a grave.

The pudgy girl was stunned for a moment as if waking up from a big dream, then reached out to hold Ada's withered palm: "Melody."

After talking, we learned that the girl in front of me was also made like this by the Dark Sonata.

"That song is very beautiful," Melody sighed softly, "You can feel its unusualness from the first sound, and you can't help but be attracted."

"I could feel my blood rioting and I couldn't help myself coming out of that music. I think a lot of people are like that. They don't even have an expression of pain on their face when they die."

If the Sonata of Darkness extracts the mind power from the performer to manipulate the listener's body, then what is its purpose?

So far we haven't just seen the victims of the tune, so what about the beneficiaries?

Or does it exist just to kill?

It sounds pointless.

"In fact, I always feel that the ending where everyone present will die sounds very similar to sacrifice." Ada said hesitantly.

"I've thought about it before," Melody tapped on the table lightly, "but it doesn't conform to our current understanding of mind power."

"Maybe it's not mind power." Speaking of sacrifices, I seem to have seen similar ones before.

"No matter what it is, I want to find the teacher." Ada trotted a few steps with the map and stopped in front of a big hotel, "This is it."

A few people here are still chasing, while on the other side.

Elis was leaning against the door in a dark kimono, her right hand was kept flat, and a folding fan in her hand was spread out flat. The bones of the fan were as black as black jade, and the surface of the fan was as white as snow.

"Where is she?" The voice spread out layer by layer in the room, and people who fell on the ground appeared overwhelmingly.

Rose clutched her arm that was scratched by the wind blade and fell to the ground for a long time, unable to get up. Her hair, which was always combed meticulously, became a mess due to the previous dodge, and blood soaked most of her body. Obviously, she was bound to die. .

"Your movements have been too big recently. What made you so anxious?" Elis put away his folding fan and walked over calmly, with a calm expression on his face.

"It's really courageous for you to sacrifice even your most proud disciple."

Rose flinched slightly, finally showing some pain in her eyes.

"Really loyal?" Elis smiled mockingly, "Here, tell me where she is, and I will spare your life."

"I refuse." Rose looked at Elis calmly.

The folding fan was lightly unfolded, and the power of thoughts slowly condensed on it, and Elis's face turned cold: "Then you go to die."

Before she finished speaking, one hand held her fan.

Elis frowned, subconsciously tried to pull the fan back, but couldn't.

"I heard that you are looking for me everywhere?" Alice whispered into Elis' ear with a cool voice, "I didn't know you missed me so much."

The author has something to say: A certain network has finally figured out what kind of ending to give, it's just this process...

I must write the outline first next time... vomit blood and fall to the ground

☆, Alice

"There are three people in the target room. Two of them are very close. Judging from the heartbeat, the two seem to be in a confrontation. The third person is far away. The blood flow indicates that she is seriously injured." Melody said softly.

"It's really a good ability." Ada sighed softly.

The three of them climbed up the stairs and stopped on the second floor.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is no problem, but in the eyes of those with nostalgia, this area is divided into two parts, and the golden and black nostalgia are tightly entangled to shock everything around them.

The golden Nianli Kurollo has seen it many times, and the earliest time should be when he opened it to see the world for the first time.

"You guys wait for me here." After Kuroro finished speaking, he walked up. Just at this moment, the whole building shook violently, and earth and rocks flew for a while.

Ada and Melody looked at each other and followed.

The two in the room fought inextricably, and Elis struck back with a knife. The dark blade tied to the elbow grazed Alice's collar, and there was a thud, and the white dress was cut quite a bit, violently| A red line suddenly appeared on the skin exposed to the air, and the blood gushing out instantly stained most of the body red.

"You really can't compare to before." Elis sighed softly.

Alice didn't even look at her wound: "But it's not difficult to kill you."

"Oh?" Before Elis could say anything, the woman across from her slapped her hand on the ground, and the golden light snaked out of her hand and painted complicated patterns that spread across the room at that moment.

Elis took a half step back, but still couldn't stop the patterns from spreading across the floor under her feet. She looked at Alice, and the woman's clothes instantly turned back to white, as if they had never been soaked in blood. There were bright red blood streaks flying from the wound to these runes.

"Miss..." Rose tried to stop something hoarsely.

Just then, Kuroro appeared outside the door.

The spells covering the entire room burst into light instantly, and there was some connection between the young robber and the overwhelming lines.

"Krollo," Alice's voice sounded, "help me kill this woman."

Ellis frowned in a defensive posture, she faintly felt that she had overlooked something.

She knew that the Dark Sonata was one of the ways to collect abilities in advanced puppet making methods, but she never paid much attention to it.

First of all, only one percent of the collected abilities can be mastered by the manipulator, while the others are applied to the puppet. Secondly, the puppet can only be operated once and must be paid for by 80.00% of the operator's blood.

Of course, these are nothing to that lunatic Alice. What is really scary is that the puppet and the manipulator must be immediate relatives.

How could she turn her only child into a puppet after she killed that woman's whole family?How could she be willing?After all, he was the only person in this world who was next to her by blood.

When Ellis knew about Rose's recent movements, the most she thought of was that one percent of the power that belonged to the manipulator, or whether the woman made some improvements to the song to increase the power of the manipulator. Absorption rate.

But she never expected that this woman would do this.

They grew up together. In Elis' eyes, this woman can be strong, cold or cruel, but she has always been gentle towards her relatives.

"Krollo, I only have you." Layers of voices collided in Kuroro's mind.

"The most noble blood flows in our body, you want you to become stronger, to retrieve those things that should belong to us."

"Kill her kill her kill her kill her kill her Kuroro I want you to kill her she must die she took everything from us kill this woman Kuroro help me kill her..."

Originally, Ellis turned around suddenly, and the violent surge of thoughts made her hairs stand on end.

She backed away again and again, her face full of disbelief: "You actually! You!"

The black cross on the young man's forehead made her wake up suddenly. She couldn't bear it and grabbed Alice by the collar, almost hysterical: "You are crazy!"

That year, five-year-old Kuroro tattooed a cross on his forehead on a whim after being exposed to religion.

Alice was furious when she found out. In the Luxilu family, only puppets and people exiled by the family would tattoo their faces, which is a mark of shame.

This usually gentle and peaceful woman strangled her only relative like crazy: "Who told you to do this!"

She hung Kuroro up and beat him so hard that the five-year-old was covered in blood.

After she calmed down, the woman added some decorations on the cross in Kuroro herself.

At that time, Kuroro was very dissatisfied. He didn't like his head being used as a drawing board, but his mother's scary face made him dare not say a word.

After putting down the tattoo needle, Alice suddenly covered her face and began to cry.

In Kuroro's memory, that was the first and only time the woman cried.

The young Kuroro stared blankly at his mother with an immature face, his eyes were full of bewilderment, he didn't know what happened.

"Kill her." Another hint sounded in Kuroro's mind.

Rather than saying that the battle situation began to tilt, it would be better to say that a subversive change has taken place.

This was a one-sided pursuit at all, and Elis was chased by Kuroro and fled all over the place.

Alice closed her eyes tiredly. Her body was already decayed, and Rose did those things only for that one percent power. She also hoped to live a little longer and see the world again.

She is not afraid of death, but she just doesn't want to die now.

She always felt that her whole body was like a big dream, from the thousands of doting in her childhood, the high-spiritedness of her youth, and then her family was ruined by a wrong step, she never knew what she wanted, and she didn't know the life of ordinary people How should I live.

But she felt that she had to take revenge, and she wanted to make the woman who dared to betray her pay the price, no matter what.

The blood was drawn away bit by bit, and the biting cold made Alice curl up unconsciously, and she felt that she was going to die after all.

However, at least, drag that woman to be buried with her.

Ah, it seems that I can't even wait for this.

The woman's gaze gradually became a little dull. She unconsciously looked at her child. It turned out that he had already turned into this appearance. That soft and immature appearance seemed to be still yesterday, and time passed so quickly.

"Mother, do you know what the world outside Meteor Street looks like?" The child sat upright on the chair, raised his head to look at himself, his soft face shone with the unique luster of a child, and his black eyes were as bright as Steal the sky full of stars.

Chrollo...

"Miss!" A shrill scream resounded throughout the room.

The author has something to say: This article is coming to an end, and I find that I still like it.

☆, price

The runes in the room faded like a tide, and the airtight cage began to disintegrate the moment Alice lost consciousness.

Elis made several consecutive attacks in embarrassment, but she was a little irritable. Seeing the disintegration of the rune, she was stunned. She didn't even look at Kurolo. Go straight to Alice.

The moment she bent down, Ellis felt a chill in her back. She only glanced at the dagger piercing her chest, and then lowered her head to check Alice's situation as if she didn't care.

Ellis stretched out her hands to hold Alice's chest, but she couldn't feel the beating of her heart at all. She lowered her head and smiled silently, but her face was full of uncontrollable tears.

The black-haired young man pulled out the dagger coldly, and the next moment, a knife pierced her throat.

After the dagger was pulled out, Elis fell down uncontrollably, her hand pressed against Alice's chest, and the two looked as if they were embracing. After facing each other, they finally died in one place.

Kuroro silently pulled out the blood-stained dagger, calmly picked up the only remaining paper towel and began to wipe the dagger.

His face was stained with blood, but he seemed unconscious.

Rose crawled up to Alice's side with hands and feet and pushed Elis' body away. She hugged her young lady gently as if she was holding a sleeping baby in her arms.

Melody and Ada looked at each other, and Melody called softly: "Mr. Kuroro?" She could hear the voice of the young man's heart, which was the dead silence like a wasteland, different from the dark tide and turbulent waves under Kurapika's calm surface. The heartbeat of the youth is truly without ups and downs.

Kuroro glanced at the two of them calmly, and left on his own.

This is a very strange state. He knows who he is, who these two people are, and even everything that happened here.

But all this is just knowing, he thinks that he has lost something after all, such as...cognition?

He felt that his mood was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without any waves. Although he was like this a long time ago, at least he still cared about something at that time, but now...he feels that life is meaningless.

He walked out of the hotel with a calm face, chose a direction at random and started to move forward. He felt that he had to do something at least.

A month later, Ada followed. She still had a skeleton face. It seemed that the damage was irreparable.

"Why follow me?" Kuroro straightened his shoulder-length hair and looked at the girl calmly.

"Because you saved me." Ada replied confidently.

Kuroro gave her a cool look: "It's up to you."

As a result, the journey became two people, but this didn't seem to change for Kuroro, he just followed his own itinerary and didn't care about Ada at all.

Often, they were still in the hotel on the first day, and Ada couldn't find Kuroro in the early morning of the next day.

When passing through a small town.

He heard someone calling his name.

"Kurolo." Standing on the roof, the Hakka son who beat the enemy had a calm expression, his long black hair fluttering in the wind, and he was picturesque.

Kurolo said nothing.

"I'll send you a message for free," he said, beating the uncharacteristically iron cock of the Hakka master, "only half of the brigade is left."

After that incident, for the first time, Kuroro frowned tightly, and then he heard the next sentence.

"The one who did it was the kid you raised with your own hands."

"Where is he?" Kuroro heard himself asking.

The eldest Hakka son who beat the enemy smiled lightly: "There will be a fee."

Walking through the path overgrown with weeds, Kuroro came to the place where they met for the first time. It was already night, with the bright moon hanging high, and the sound of frogs and insects could be faintly heard.

This place is already an empty deserted village, and under the moonlight that washes away, the houses are already decayed.

Kurapika stood quietly under the moon, closed his eyes, and saw his young self laughing and playing with his companions.

"Kurapica, let's go play together." Amy had a missing tooth, and her words were a bit leaky. After she finished speaking, she covered her mouth and stopped talking, only looking at Kurapika with sparkling eyes.

Aiwen slapped Kurapika on the back of the head, dragged him away, and turned his head to make a face at Amy: "Girls should stay at home and take their dolls."

A Nuo kept nodding while nibbling on the fruit.

The cool wind blows, and there are many graves everywhere.

Kurapika smiled softly, and he dug up those graves one by one to bury the fiery eyes. Among those lost fiery eyes, two pairs fell into the sea, and two pairs disappeared.

All the former enemies were also killed, except for the one who was the culprit.

After burying the last pair of fiery eyes, Kurapika lay down on the ground, looking at his muddy hands as if he saw the blood on them, it turned out that after going through so many things, he would still come back here.

What is left after revenge?

The sound of the cloth passing through the grass reached his ears, and the boy sat up straight and watched the man walking towards him through the weeds half as tall as a person.

Chrollo, do you feel pain too?

Kurapika had rehearsed this scene over and over in his heart. He wanted to kill everyone in the brigade who participated in the massacre that year. He wanted to ask this man, "Do people like you suffer?"

But now he can't say a word.

In fact, after killing so many people, I feel more of a sense of burnout.

If one day I kill everyone in the brigade, will you forgive me?Kurapika had asked Kuroro so provocatively, of course he knew the result.

How much this man cares about the brigade.

The blond boy sat in the cemetery with his knees hugged, and calmly looked at Kuroro: "You're here."

In fact, Kuroro has always been a ruthless guy. This can be seen from the rules of the brigade. The strong live and the weak die. There is no revenge, and their footsteps never stop for the dead.

But some people are exceptions, and people's hearts are not made of iron. Those guys who have followed Kuroro for many years have different weights after all.

It was a pointless battle, and the outcome was predictable from the start.

Full of exhaustion and no will to fight, Kurapika's defeat was without suspense, so he died, at the hands of the Phantom Troupe like his people.

Kuroro killed the child he brought up with his own hands. This was the most expensive price he paid for his misconduct when he was young.

The author has something to say: I've thought about it for a long time, and I think Kuroro will collapse if he doesn't kill Kura. [Hey, it will collapse early tomorrow, okay! 】

☆, the past

If there is one person in this world that makes Kuroro willing to give in again and again, it must be Kurapika.

No one would believe that Kuroro had a heart, not those who died in the brigade, not Kurapika, not even Kuroro himself.

Until those who used to follow him died, until the child he brought up died in his own hands.

He used to be completely incapable of understanding those who spend their lives in repentance after committing evil deeds.

Why do it if you can't bear it?Now that you have done it, why bother to repent?

It turns out that people really can't let go of some things, some people, some things will be played back in your mind over and over again.

They always remind you of what you have had and what you have lost.

Do you regret it?Kuroro asked himself.Probably not, there are some things that you can’t just do if you don’t want to.

Kuroro never thought that one day he would fall to this point. After all, he is already strong enough, and this world is ruled by the strong, and power gives people the right to do whatever they want.Just like the clansmen who killed Kurapika without any scruples, he used to look down on that young man struggling in the mud with hatred on his face, watching him struggle and fail again and again, as if he was a god Looking down from the clouds at the ants who are struggling to make a living in the dust.

He took the little wolf cub back himself, and taught him all kinds of things, and he did not deny that he enjoyed it.

Watching this child grow up gradually, from a childish child to a high-spirited young man.

Watch him gradually learn to forbear and hide his edge from the initial reckless collision, and become stronger step by step.

He will teach him some trivial things, the choice of clothing, the matching of colors, the skills of dealing with all kinds of people, and the precautions when talking with noble ladies.

The child is like a blank sheet of paper that he paints on.

Of course he knows that some things cannot be erased, such as the hatred of extermination.

But this kind of cognition gradually faded as the boy grew up.

After all, the person who stabbed the knife never felt the pain of being stabbed by the knife, not to mention how many people Kuroro killed in his life, even he himself can't remember clearly.

Until later, the child said that he would kill everyone who participated in the massacre at that time.

Kuroro was really angry for the first time, and he felt like something was really starting to get out of hand.

He never thought that there was any big problem between himself and Kurapika. He always felt that this kid was making too much of a fuss. Yes, he killed the Kuruta tribe, but Kurapika was only a child at that time. It's just a 12-year-old child, and the resentment from the past will probably fade away after a little more time.

Until the kid actually killed the brigade.

angry?Of course—but it was more fear.

That no suspense result.Look, we've finally reached this point.

The word remorse is not in Kuroro's dictionary, and he thinks it is useless.But now, he began to really think about whether the current situation would not have occurred if he hadn't brought Kurapika with him that year.He thought he'd rather never meet Kurapika, but he really couldn't.

This teenager was the worst accident of his life.

He obviously didn't lose in every confrontation with the boy, but he lost a complete defeat.

The white horses pass by, and time flies.

The years have covered Kuroro's hair with a layer of hoarfrost, wrinkles have climbed up his face, and his once clear eyes have gradually become cloudy.

The fair skin of the young man was also ruthlessly peeled off by the years, turning dry and dull yellow, with dimples covering the back of his hand.

Leaning on crutches, he stood in front of the tomb for a long time. When a gust of wind blew, the snowflakes swirled down and melted on Kuroro's face, looking like a crystal teardrop.

How long has he guarded this tomb? 30 years? 40 years? 50 years?No, it should be more than that.

Really old and poor memory.

He bent down slightly tremblingly, and placed the flowers in his hand in front of the tomb.

The cold wind blows, and the snowflakes rustle down.

The next day, when people found the old man, he had already condensed into an ice sculpture standing in front of the tomb.

The author has something to say: I plan to write so much of this article, because I feel that it is almost over, so I will write it together.

I'm so hungry, let's eat.