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Author: Hua Ming LuoWords: 4030Update Time: 24/01/12 13:17:02
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After Chrollo finished his breakfast, he looked at Celluloid with a thoughtful look on his face and said:
"Miss Cellulu, I think it's better to talk about something first. I hope Miss Cellulu can join us in the next few days. The security here is very poor. Even if you stay in the house, you may not be safe. Stay with us and we can protect you nearby. This is also for your safety. www..com"
"Of course it's no problem, Mr. Chrollo, please."
Celluloid nodded in agreement.
"You're welcome."
Chrollo smiled gracefully.
After dinner, Cellulu returned to Chrollo's study, randomly picked out a book and read it for fun. Not long after, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Please come in."
Cellululu said casually, her eyes still lingering on the book.
"Miss Cellulu, I want to go out now, you come with me." Chrollo's voice came from the door.
Cellululu immediately raised her head and was about to say yes, but felt a little stuck the next second. She looked at the other party hesitantly and greeted:
"Mr. Chrollo?"
The Chrollo in front of him was completely different from the image of a scholar with loose hair, green appearance and gentle temperament that he had seen before. He had a slicked back hair with a thick layer of hair gel on his head. He was wearing a complicated long coat with a fur collar, but he only wore a black T-shirt underneath, which looked a bit nondescript. Moreover, Cellululu only saw now that Chrollo actually had a tattoo of a floral cross on his forehead. Cellululu had never noticed it before because it was blocked by his hair.
Looking at the other party's weird attire and the tattoo that was so speechless that it looked like a target, Celluloid felt like she couldn't say anything. She could only stare in stunned silence. As the saying goes, if you want gold, you will be better. Clothes, Chrollo completely practiced this sentence in reverse. When he dressed like this, a handsome young man instantly turned into a ruffian. The face of a young man who was originally delicate and elegant could even be said to be so green. As soon as it was ruined, she felt as if she had aged more than ten years in an instant, and suddenly reached the level of an uncle. Cellululu could not understand at all why she dressed up in such a wasteful way. What kind of horrible dressing sense was this? .
Cellulu looked shocked, but Chrollo had no consciousness and even asked a little strangely.
"What's wrong? Miss Celluloid, do you have a problem with you going out with me?"
"Ah, no problem, I can leave at any time."
After finally recovering from the other person's shocking taste, Cellulu twitched the corner of her mouth and immediately answered that although she could not agree with Chrollo's taste, since the other person liked it, no one else had the right to comment.
After following Chrollo out of the door, Cellulu didn't see Maggie and Parker and asked casually:
"Aren't Miss Maggie and Miss Pike going out?"
"They have other things to do and have already gone out." Chrollo said calmly.
"profound."
Cellululu nodded, and suddenly remembered that she still didn't know the other party's destination, so she asked:
"Where do you plan to go, Mr. Chrollo?"
"Go get some food." Chrollo simply returned.
Noticing that Chrollo used the word "take", Cellululu suddenly thought of a practical question:
"Mr. Chrollo, how did you get the things here? Do you have to pay for the daily necessities, food, etc.?"
"No, money is useless here. Many people don't even know what money is. There are other ways to get it."
Hearing Cellululu's words, Chrollo's mouth curved with a hint of sarcasm.
Cellululu didn't notice, she was analyzing it matter-of-factly.
"Can't money be used? Another way, could it be to pick out useful items from the garbage dump, and then take them to a fixed place and give food according to the value of the items picked up? Or maybe it is through waste collection, recycling and recycling? Producing new items? In that case, a large organization should be needed to manage it." After saying that, he looked up at Chrollo for verification.
"It's really surprising. Miss Cellulu seems to understand it very well. Indeed, this is how the entire Meteor Street survives, and it is also managed by the Senate."
Chrollo affirmed the other party's statement with a smile, but he was a little surprised in his heart. It didn't take long for Cellulu to see through the operation mode of Meteor Street. She was a smarter girl than imagined.
However, seeing it through does not mean that you can adapt, because the girl did not guess the most important part of survival here, but Chrollo deliberately ignored it. Meteor Street has a management organization, but overall it is in a state of insecurity. Under a state of order, for individuals, although what Cellululu just mentioned is one of the ways of survival, due to the scarcity of resources, most people choose a more relaxed way of life - robbing.
The cruel living environment makes it difficult for outsiders to survive after coming to Meteor Street, because there are too many things that need to be adjusted and changed, and sometimes even the entire values are subverted. Looking at the clear and clean eyes of the girl, a pair of Chrollo seemed to be ignorant of the world, and felt a little sarcastic in his heart. When the girl faced the darkness of Meteor Street, could she still maintain such a look in her eyes?
"profound."
Cellulu responded vaguely. As she had guessed, this Meteor Street reminded her of a world she had visited a long time ago. It was highly similar to this one, but slightly different because that planet itself was a prison. and junkyards.
That world is actually a sub-planet, a completely deserted land that produces nothing and has an extremely harsh environment. There are magnetic storms blowing all year round. The temperature during the day is as high as fifty degrees, but at night the temperature can plummet to minus thirty degrees. It is a A truly bitter cold place, this planet with no use is therefore used as a garbage disposal site. The mother planet not far from the child star dumps all discarded items here, including some radioactive and dangerous items.
The mother planet, which wanted to recycle resources but did not want to sacrifice normal manpower, exiled all the felons to this planet and asked them to do the work of garbage disposal and classification in exchange for materials and natural environment for continued survival. It is the best cage. Without a space shuttle, you cannot leave the planet at all. Therefore, the home planet does not even send people to manage the planet. Although many items can be regenerated, the most critical food cannot be produced. It depends entirely on Regular supplies from the home planet maintain living needs. Because it is a prison, there are no negotiable conditions, so it is impossible to form a unified large-scale organization for external negotiations. Everyone works independently. Even if there are relatively large groups occasionally, there is no one. The group has the power to control the entire planet. The resources are scarce and the conditions are difficult. In addition, the people there are all criminals. As a result, everyone is as cunning and cruel as beasts, without any tenderness. Once they are sent to this planet, they will... Entering hell, it is a veritable dark world without hope and full of despair.
For Cellululu, it was one of the most painful and despairing experiences in her memory. She was bound by space and could not even leave the planet. She could only be beaten for a full hundred years. It had only been a few hundred years since she became this immortal state, and she was still in the period of constant adjustment of values. In order to survive, she did many things that were against her will and even cruel. She didn't trust anyone, and was suspicious and paranoid. Living on earth, her scheming was not as good as others', so she could only rely on her superpowers to conquer and overwhelm others with her strength. When she finally left that planet, she never recovered for nearly a hundred years.
Although this was a long time ago, and thinking about it now would not touch Cellululu in any way, it made her not have any good impression of Meteor Street, which was similar to that planet. Although she wanted to leave as soon as possible, since she had agreed She wanted to go out with Chrollo, and she didn't want to break her promise easily. Anyway, it was only less than a week, and the patience was over. Cellululu comforted herself, although sometimes she also hated her own inability to refute others. Face, a character who is too thin-skinned.
Withdrawing her mind, Cellululu looked at this Meteor Street, still a little confused. This is not a prison, and there is nothing that restricts freedom. So why did some people say that they could not leave at first? Thinking of this, Cellulu looked up at Chrollo and asked:
"You once said this is not a prison, so since there are no restrictions, why don't the people here go out and find a better place to live?"
Water flows to lower places, and people go to higher places. It is really puzzling to live in such a difficult place and still stick to the same place.
"It's because the laws of Meteor Street are ingrained in our blood. We won't be able to get used to the normal world after we leave. We who are abandoned don't need the recognition of this world."
Hearing Cellulu's question, Chrollo's eyes were distant, as if looking into an unknown distance, and he answered almost to himself. After a pause, he returned to his normal expression and continued to add:
"Of course, there are actually more practical reasons. First, the terrain here is complicated, and people without strength cannot get out. Second, even if they get out, people in Meteor Street have no identity and cannot gain a foothold in normal society, so those who get out end up They’re all back.”
"Oh, Mr. Chrollo too? That's why I'm back."
Cellululu said casually, but thought of another thing in her mind. Back then, the knight did say that there was a place where people would not have ID cards, so that meant that the knight was actually from Meteor Street? Trouble, Cellululu sighed secretly, she clearly left to avoid the knight, but she didn't expect to come directly to his hometown. Should it be said that it was a bad fate?
"maybe,"
Chrollo replied calmly, and suddenly raised his voice slightly and said:
"Okay, Miss Celluloid, we're here."
"Huh?"
Cellululu raised her head and looked around, only to realize that while she was talking, they had arrived at a place like a recycling bin.
"Wait here for a moment, I'll go in and get something." Chrollo turned around and ordered, entering the place that looked like a recycling bin.
"Okay," Cellululu nodded and waited outside.
Not long after, Chrollo came out with a big bag of food in his hand. He smiled when he saw Celluloid:
"It's been a long wait, let's go back."
They were walking back peacefully, and when they were still five minutes away from Chrollo's house, Chrollo suddenly said:
"Miss Celluloid, I suddenly remembered that I forgot something in the recycling bin, so can you go back with the food first?"
"Ah, okay." Cellululu was stunned for a moment before receiving the call.
"Excuse me, do you know the way back?" Chrollo asked a little apologetically after putting all the things in Cellululu's hands.
Cellululu nodded affirmatively, and after saying hello to Chrollo, she went back the way she came. The further she walked, the more nervous Cellululu felt. When she was walking with Chrollo just now, it was very quiet around her, and it seemed that everyone It was like everyone was avoiding them, but now that she was alone, Cellululu found that many people suddenly appeared around her, and everyone looked at her with quite malicious eyes, which was different from when she first arrived here. The people I met were exactly the same.
Cellululu was cautiously on guard as she walked. If this Meteor Street is really the same as that world, then in addition to the way of survival that she just mentioned, the easier way should be to rob, abandon all meaningless emotions, and rely on Use your own strength to survive by any means possible.
Thinking like this, Cellululu's pace also quickened. She wanted to return to Chrollo's house as soon as possible. At this moment, four or five burly men suddenly emerged from the diagonal stab. Cellululu sighed secretly in her heart. , still haven’t escaped? For the first time, she regretted why she had promised Chrollo to stay instead of leaving immediately. Her indecisiveness was really her biggest shortcoming.
Sighing at herself, Cellululu simply teleported back to Chrollo's home without waiting for the other party to move. There is no need to hide your strength in a place like this, because here is a jungle where the jungle prevails and the fittest survive. Laws, so unnecessary shows of weakness will only lead to greater trouble.
Chrollo, who had been following Cellululu secretly, let out a sigh of regret after seeing the other party disappear out of thin air. He originally wanted to study the other party's ability carefully, so he let Cellulu hold the food alone. When he went back, he didn't expect that the other party teleported directly, without even making a move at all, and he didn't see the ability like the protective shield that made him care. It didn't seem like a good test, Chrollo assessed.
The author has something to say: I really don’t like the way Chrollo looks like he’s hunched over his head. He looks like he’s aged ten years.
