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[The third district, come quickly. 】

After Ma Qi got the news from the knight, he rushed out of the doctor's clinic immediately, and used the fastest speed to shuttle between the houses on Meteor Street, stepping on several fragile tiles in succession.

She knew what Kuroro and the knight did.

But out of some secret thoughts that she couldn't explain herself, she didn't tell Lucia the truth.

The dry wind blew over the girl's hair, and the faint purple color drew several elegant arcs in the ups and downs, and the landmark buildings of the third district had faintly appeared in her vision.

Marge pursed his lips slightly and quickened his pace again.

Meteor Street, this abandoned place in the Eurubian Continent.

Live about 800 million inhabitants.

Once you pass over the mountains of garbage piled up on the outside, the first thing you see is the boundless Gobi Desert.The temperature difference between day and night is huge here, surrounded by heat during the day and freezing cold at night.

Before meeting Lucia, even with her companions, it was difficult for her to relax her vigilance completely.Because threats may appear at any time, if you don't pay attention, you will be in danger.

Scramble, fight, cheat, kill.

These behaviors are already common in Meteor Street, but when she is by Lucia's side, there will be a sense of peace that cannot be described in words.

So when Kuroro and the knight talked about their decision to her, although she did not agree, she remained silent.

However, when Lucia told her that she was going to see the Exorcist, Ma Qi suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.

She thought it was her intuition that was hinting at Lucia's anger after discovering the truth after failing to read, so she couldn't help but flinch a little and didn't follow.

At this moment, Ma Qi quickly arrived at the destination mentioned by the knight, and the first thing he saw was a messy place.

She landed lightly on the ground, inexplicably relieved.

The house that was specially used as a venue for the memorial service was demolished, and there were broken planks and broken bricks everywhere. The knight didn't know where it was, but Kuroro was sitting against the wall of the yard.

Most of his sleeves disappeared without a trace, and his white shirt was completely stained red with blood. There seemed to be a deep cut near his shoulder and neck, making him look very embarrassed.

Madge jumped over in a few steps and squatted in front of Kuroro.

Noticing that the opponent's body was full of wounds, the girl immediately used her memory ability, and a thought crossed her mind:

Lucia must be very upset that the scene is so bad.

Ma Qi subconsciously thought that after Lucia found out the truth, she was so angry that she beat Kuroro hard, and silently stitched up his wound, before asking, "Does she look very angry?"

Strangely, Kuroro didn't answer March directly.

He just tilted his head slightly and murmured, "Angry?"

The blood-stained boy stretched out his hand and brushed away the hair on his forehead that blocked his view. His eyes were dark and heavy, and there was no light in sight.

He looked at March, and then seemed to look through her at something else.

A cold smile appeared on the pale face caused by excessive blood loss, and the voice could not hear the emotion: "Maybe. I don't know."

Hearing this sentence, Ma Qi was taken aback, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

At the same time, the knight walked over from the other side of the ruins, rarely showing a smile on his face, his dark green eyes were slightly sunken, showing a gloomy expression.

"It has been resolved." He whispered, "This time the person in charge happened to be Sirio, but it still cost a little money."

After a pause, the knight continued: "The most important thing is that Nian Shi is still alive, otherwise it probably won't be a problem that can be solved with money."

Hearing this sentence, Kuroro raised his hand to cover his mouth, and a sneer of unknown meaning came out of his throat: "Oh. The Master of Discipline probably has additional means of saving his life, and his body disappeared for a moment."

"Even if there is no such method, he should not be able to kill him." Said the knight, "This time, all the mind-killers guarding outside are masters."

Kuroro didn't refute, and directly admitted: "Well..."

Leaning his head against the cold and hard wall, he analyzed himself very calmly: "Not only the difference in physical fitness, but also other aspects."

Xia Ke said: "They are all in their prime in their twenties..."

From the ability of the psychic master to the psychic ability of the surrounding guards, no one mentioned the news of Lucia, as if deliberately avoiding something.

Madge listened to their rambling conversation, and the heart in his chest sank to the bottom for some reason.

A numbing coolness gradually appeared in the limbs and bones.

She suddenly took a step forward, intervening between Kuroro and the knight: "What the hell are you talking about—Where is Lucia? Where is she?"

"..." The scene suddenly fell into an indescribable silence.

There was a wind blowing from behind, and the shredded cloth in the crevice of the stone shook.

There was a faint smell of dust in the wind—the wind on Meteor Street is always like this, even if you close your eyes, you can feel the barrenness of this land.

Because there is nothing here except the yellow sand all over the sky.

So once Meteor Street people find what they want, they will hold it tightly in their hands. Greed makes them unwilling to let go no matter what.

Kuroro lowered his eyes and stared at the uneven ground. The cracked gaps meandered to the distance like a snake, and finally sneaked into the darkness of the corner, and the deep pupils could not reflect the slightest scene.

His tone was calm: "She's inside."

March turned around and rushed into the house, the door was slammed open, and then the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly stopped, as if seeing some unacceptable picture, and there was no movement from inside.

With his hands in his pockets, the knight stood quietly against the wall for a while, his dull blond hair sticking to his ear, then turned and left.

Kuroro still sat in place, the sun shone from his side, stretching his shadow very long, hit the corner wall, bent and melted into the shadow along the old wall.

"..." He moved his lips suddenly.

It seemed that he said something, but he didn't say anything.

The pale golden sun was slowly falling towards the west, and before it sank into the horizon, it sprinkled a thin layer of red, and then gradually disappeared from the field of vision.

Kuroro stood up as if nothing had happened, with his fingers stuck in his hair, he pushed back all the blood-stained hair, revealing his dark eyes, staring at the ruins of the collapsed house emotionlessly.

Then, he lowered his hands, turned and left calmly.

Time continues to flow on Meteor Street.

Although there is one less person in their lives, their schedules have not changed, but are arranged more tightly than before.

Marge still goes to the doctor in District Ninth to practice his reading ability every day, but he hardly returns to the house in District Ten;

As usual, Xia Ke went to find new friends, and rarely came back.

Usually only Kuroro would stay in the tenth district house.

He likes to turn off the lights, but not to sleep, but to sit quietly on the sofa in the study alone and think.

On the living room floor outside the door is a pool of clear light, which is cast in from the glass windows. When the wind passes by, the origami hanging under the eaves will shake slightly.

It looks like a pool of sparkling shallow water.

With this ray of moonlight, Kuroro lowered his eyes quietly and thought deeply.

In fact, he didn't turn off the lights in the first place.

The day he just came back from the third district, he was sitting at the desk reading a book as usual, the warm yellow light of the desk lamp enveloped him softly.

Nearly late at night, there was a sudden knocking sound from the window in the living room.

Kuroro looked up from the paragraphs of the text, guessing that the bird might have accidentally bumped into the window of the living room, and subconsciously looked at the sofa - she always likes to go out to see the situation herself.

But this time, there was nothing on the sofa.

The milky white reflects a dim yellow color under the light, and the pillow is placed on the armrest of the sofa at the other end, so that it is convenient to fall down to rest at any time, and there is even a slight sleep mark on the fabric.

"..." The black-haired boy's eyes were slightly dazed, and he suddenly realized what he had done just now. His fingers holding the paper slowly tightened, and several irregular creases appeared on the fragile pages in an instant.

Since that day, Kuroro has never turned on the light or read a book.

Withdrawing his thoughts from the memories, he rested his elbows on his knees, and then crossed his hands to support his chin. His deep pupils were vaguely darker than the environment he was in now.

"why……"

He lowered his head slightly, with his lips pressed between his thumb and forefinger, and his voice was very soft, especially clear in this silent night.

"I'm not used to it."

In the dim light, the blue gray in front of his eyes revealed a gloomy dark color, as if it suddenly merged with the pair of deep black eyes, and there was a strange undercurrent in the eyes.

Kuroro has hardly slept in the past few days, and he doesn't feel sleepy at all.But now, after pondering for a moment, he suddenly lay down on the sofa.

The moment his head touched the pillow, a very faint fragrance poured into his nostrils without permission, a smell so familiar that it was hard to ignore.

But it probably won't be long before it completely disappears into thin air.

The boy spread his five fingers and slowly grabbed the corner of the pillow.

He tilted his head slightly, and the scent became stronger in an instant.The pillow was soft but cold, but when he tilted his head closer, it seemed to touch the warmth that had been left behind vaguely.

"..." The strength in the palm slowly tightened.

The fingertips suddenly felt the faint tactile sensation when touching the deep black and soft color, and a familiar shudder reappeared in the limbs and bones, and went deep into the heart along the flesh and blood.

Kuroro suddenly sat up and walked out of the room.

The purple firefly pandan in the yard is in full bloom, and the petals are full of clear light. The gradient from deep to light is particularly beautiful in this moonlight, which does not match the barren Meteor Street at all.

But she takes good care of them.

This is probably the only flowering place in the outer area of ​​Meteor Street.

The boy lowered his head slightly, silently staring at the flowers.

Then a blood-red book suddenly appeared in his hand, and then the pages of the book flipped quickly, and then suddenly stopped on one of the pages.

There was a muffled "bang".

A crystal coffin appeared in front of him.

Kuroro lowered his eyes and bent over to break off a flower. His dark eyes stayed on the dark purple stamens for a long time, and his dark expression was completely covered under his thin eyelids.

Then, the boy slowly placed the flower on the coffin, and suddenly it looked as if it had fallen on her neck.

At this moment, there seemed to be a hollow in his chest.

……

The formation of the brigade was proceeding as scheduled, but Xia Ke suddenly said that he planned to take the hunter's license test and would come back to join the brigade after the exam.

"Hunter's license is very useful. Not only can you log in to many intelligence websites, but you can also freely enter and exit prohibited areas on the map."

When talking, the blond boy had a smile on his face. The haze that appeared on his face some time ago seemed to be an illusion. He even introduced the purpose of the hunter certificate with great interest, trying to persuade Kuroro to go with him.

"I don't have to."

Kuroro was dressed in black and black trousers, with a slender figure, and the expression between his eyebrows was getting closer and closer to his adult self: "There is no need."

The knight shrugged, and left Meteor Street alone.

A year later, Kuroro led the phantom brigade across the Gobi Desert and came to the outside world to practice what he said at the beginning.

There are more and more trustworthy partners around, and their strength is becoming more and more mature. Ma Qi's mind line can not only save the partner but also reap the life. The knight likes to control the enemy to kill each other.

The longer the time, the less Kurolo made shots.

He only needs to give orders, and if he encounters something of interest, he will personally lead his companions to the destination;

If there is nothing of interest, give the temporary command to the knight.

The past that was completely different from the style of Meteor Street was gradually buried in the long river of time.

No one mentioned it, and no one will mention it.

The reading ability on the bottom of several pages of paper has never been opened again.Just like the other useless powers in the thief's secret book, they were completely forgotten by the master.

They never get stuck in the past.

He will only firmly embark on his own path step by step.

until……

until--

After accidentally bumping into his shoulder, the girl who quickly apologized froze in place, her alienated eyes showing a familiar look, still holding the phone in her hand, but she had already turned to face them.

"Knight... Kuroro?"

The deeply buried past has long been rotted so that it cannot be seen clearly, only the paranoia of the Meteor Street people is at work in it.

A predatory instinct quietly overflowed from his chest.

The black-haired young man put away the thief's secret book in his hand, the darkness in his eyes was perfectly covered up in an instant, and then he slowly looked towards her, a pure smile appeared on that delicate face.

He said gently, "Long time no see, Lucia."