Hunter Fan - Snake

Chapter 21

Transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, large floor-to-ceiling mirrors, milk-colored rattan chairs, plaid cloth on the table, and a crystal bottle in the middle, with a white rose that was just cut today inserted in it.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, basking in the sun even if it is not very cold, you can still feel a little cold, which makes people have the illusion of becoming a Persian cat, turning its belly and moving its limbs, drawing beautiful tracks in the air.

Qian Shui adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable, and then looked at the black box on the plaid dining table. When it was opened, there lay the cross that Natasha liked.I specifically asked about the texture. It is the kind of black steel that is not easy to break and will not rust, and the falling part is silver.Of course, the price is not ordinary expensive.

She wanted to give it to Natasha, but thinking about Natasha's ghost physique, she couldn't help but feel a little depressed. The feeling of not being able to touch it would not be good even if she had it, at least she thought so.

Natasha landed on the rattan chair opposite her, her clothes hadn’t changed, probably because she liked it very much, the folds were even, and the skirt was the kind of diamond that shone abnormally in the sun, with a low-cut design and a high coiled up Golden-brown curly hair, revealing a slender and fair neck, with a very graceful posture.

Natasha held her chin, her emerald eyeballs turned slightly to look at the shallow water that was obviously wandering, and she blinked, "Why buy it, I just think it's beautiful, but it's no different from others. '

Qianshui smiled, and slowly brushed the black packaging box behind her. The texture on it has a hot temperature, like the extreme cold but feels hot. Slowly, she said, "Miss Natasha likes it, doesn't she?" ? Actually, I gave it to you first, but unfortunately I forgot that Miss Natasha can't touch things."

What kind of tone was that? Natasha thought for a while, and finally decided to use the word lonely, don't ask her why, but at that moment she saw the eyebrows under Qianshui's eyes lowered a few degrees, like a prelude to crying.

Natasha shook her hair and leaned back. The softness of the rattan chair is not to her liking, at least not as comfortable as a sofa, but now she has no choice, at least the lighting here is good, so be it, she thinking.She felt that Qianshui's purchase of the cross was unnecessary. It was a waste on the basis of not being able to remove the object, and she was precisely the kind of personality who liked perfection.

"Thank you Qianshui. Even if you can't wear it, you still think it is very beautiful. In fact, this thing is very suitable for you. Qianshui doesn't know how to dress up at all. Girls need to be beautiful, otherwise they are easy to get caught. If people see it as a bumpkin, it's not good if no one wants it. Natasha waved her hand and pointed to the exquisite black packing box. The meaning was very clear. Since she couldn't carry it, then it would be good to give it to her.

Qian Shui wanted to push back, but looking at Natasha's strong gaze, he always felt that a cute puppy had changed into a man-eating lion in a blink of an eye.After thinking about it for a while, it's just an accessory, so what if I wear it? Miss Natasha loved it, but the fact that she was dead was something she couldn't get over.

Yes, it is unforgettable, Natasha has died, I don’t remember when she died, and she doesn’t have any memory of her life, just like drinking the water of Wangchuan River, but not getting the chance of reincarnation, the kind of person who can go to heaven but Because of a word from God, the despair of falling into the eighteenth level of hell clearly exists here, but it cannot touch any objects. It is clearly standing here and talking, but no one sees it, no one hears it, and nothing exists.

Natasha is a sad person, but she doesn't like self-pity, she will look for light in despair, and she doesn't feel that the world is dark because no one can see her, or that God is unfair, probably Because she doesn't believe in the relationship between gods at all.

I don't know why, I just don't believe it.She can pray, pray for blessings, and worship, but she never believes in gods.

'Why not sunflowers, sunflowers are so good, just like the sun. Boundless, she said, resting her chin with both hands, with the sad mood she likes, trying to drive the sad mood of the girl in front of her at the table that is not so sad at all.

"Miss Natasha likes sunflowers?" Qian Shui looked a little surprised, she thought that a cheerful person like Miss Natasha would not like those flowers that were too sad.

Natasha nodded. She likes sunflowers, and pursues the colors of the sun all her life. Following the sun, she seems to be looking for salvation.Maybe she believes in gods, but she will firmly deny in her heart that gods...do not exist.

I don’t know when I started to have this kind of concept, but I have seen too many countries and too many people. They all believe in God, and believe in the God that exists in their hearts. It is inviolable and inviolable. But where are those goddamn shit gods when I really pray for help?

Or maybe it's just because she doesn't like it. She knows the existence of gods, but she also knows that gods can't save people. They can only make people despair, fear, and irrepressible admiration. Hope, but what's the use of that hope?It's just a useless emotion, just an emotion.

This is a coffee shop with good conditions and measures. It is neither very busy nor very empty. There are a few tables of people sitting here and there. When the waiter came up, his face was apologetic. what does she need.

"A glass of boiled water, a glass of milk, and another cake, I want chocolate." Qian Shui said to the waiter, with a tender and warm voice that made it hard to detect any temper.

The waiter smiled and bowed to leave. Qianshui turned his head and smiled very gently when he looked at Natasha, "Sunflowers are very good, very suitable for Miss Natasha's flowers, but I don't like them."

Natasha blinked her emerald eyes, and asked silently with her eyes, why don't you like it?Shouldn't ordinary people feel that it doesn't matter?There is no concept but I will not dislike it, let alone hate this feeling.

Qianshui smiled, lowered the corners of his eyes, and fixed the corners of his lips at an angle of 45 cm. He nodded and thanked the waiter who delivered the food, and then replied, "Because it's too sad. I have been following the sun all my life. It feels like there is food in front of you but you can’t eat it, it’s not good, I don’t like it.”

There is also a table of people sitting in the upper left corner of them. From the angle of the shallow water, you can see the straight back of the sitting upright. It looks like a man with a good temperament. There is a cup of cold coffee in hand, which is too far away. It made her unable to tell what kind of coffee it was, but she felt that it should be very suitable for that gentleman, and it tasted very bitter, with no added sugar or creamer, just like... Mr.

"Qian Shui is very dependent on Lu Xilu. The relationship is really good. In fact, Qian Shui, you like Lu Xilu, right?" Natasha moved her nose, sniffing the hot milk, and then looked at the chocolate cake being pushed down in front of her, but the smell was very appetizing.

"Well, I like sir." Without denying it, and without hesitation, Qian Shui answered very smoothly, as if he had practiced many times.

Natasha finds it unbelievable. Has the current society become so open?Then think about it, maybe because death has been out of touch with society for so long, even this kind of answer can make her dumbfounded now, 'So, you have reached that stage?Holding hands, hugging, or KISS?If you get married, don't forget me~'

Qianshui's hand holding the water glass trembled, he raised his eyes, and tilted his head with blank eyes, "Miss Natasha seems to have misunderstood, I like Mr. and Miss Natasha, and I also like Mr. Knight, Mr. Feitan and Ku Mr. Wah's is not about love, but just liking. And..."

And Qianshui didn't say what she said afterwards, she likes Mr., less than Raleigh, and less than Ding Jing, it's not love, if it was Raleigh... She thought she would fall in love with him, but, Raleigh is dead, and forever.

Natasha raised her head with an unbelievable look, "I'm not asking about this kind of liking. I'm talking about love, love. Love is a wonderful thing. Young people should be suitable for falling in love and finding a good man to marry." Only in this way can I become a real woman. '

There is a clock hanging on the wall above the bar counter in the coffee shop. It is a very old-fashioned style that makes a "dong dong dong" sound when the hour is on time, and the pendulum inside also makes a low sound when it swings.

There was a buzzing in the coffee shop, low and low like crying, four times, time... four o'clock in the afternoon.

Qianshui lowered his head and stared at the glass in his hand. It was a very ordinary glass with not many patterns on it, and it didn’t feel particularly good in the hand. If he really had to say something, probably only this glass was frosted. It looks a little different from other cafes.

"I can't have love, Miss Natasha, you also said that you can't see my death... People who are with me will die. I don't want that." She said, holding the water glass with strength, if If it wasn't because there was this thing in the hand, it would probably hurt the palm of the hand because of being too nervous or too flustered, just like the cruel abuse of her lips now, it seems that the bleeding marks are telling her injustice to herself.

Natasha opened her mouth, and was about to say something when she was interrupted by a loud noise from the coffee shop. When she searched for the place where the sound happened, she saw a body lying on the ground, with crimson liquid flowing from the temples of her head. Still twitching helplessly, convulsing like a dying dog.

Qian Shui stood up and looked straight at the man she thought was very temperamental. The coffee cup on the plaid table was still on the seat at hand, and time seemed to stop. She could only hear her own breathing. There was no panic, no fear, let alone screaming, as if he had been numb, or just in a daze.

Standing in shallow water, Natasha was already afloat.

Natasha's eyes are very calm, she has seen too many deaths, too many people just died like this, the surprise that should have been wiped out not long ago, time is the best thing.

The coffee shop panicked, and the guests sitting at several tables rushed out of the door screaming, being knocked down by their own skirts or shoes from time to time, and staggered forward.

No one will come to this damned place, no one will come to this good coffee shop.

It was a young man, not very old, about twenty or so, with long black hair without a trace of mess. He stood beside the corpse, moved his fingers, and a black thing quickly entered and was still convulsing neck of the corpse.

Qianshui could see clearly that it was an object like a needle, but the place where it was shot was the most vulnerable acupuncture point of human beings. She could pretend not to care, she could pretend she couldn't see it, it was ok... definitely ok.

She laughed, smiled at the young man looking here, and walked towards the door with a comfortable and peaceful expression. The oncoming wind blew away a little bloody smell. A rusty liquid wets her throat.

Biting her lower lip, she stood on the street with her head bowed, and Natasha followed behind her. She knew it, but she didn't care, maybe it was because she had no strength, and being able to suppress that impulsive instinct had already exhausted her will.

So many people will die for no reason, not only Raleigh, not only Lara and Nono, not only those who were not wrong in the first place, so many people will die, so many, so many, so many people There is an illusion of wanting to vomit.

She squatted down, leaning against the transparent glass closet, touched the cold touch, stretched out her hand and pressed on the seat of her heart, there was no beating, no temperature, just like that, just like death.

Qianshui, Shen Qianshui is just a vampire princess, a monster that can't grow up and die!She thought, bit her lip, closed her eyes, and thought about this undeniable fact over and over again.

The author has something to say: the third watch... so no one is still watching... hey...