[Hunter] There Is No Result If Two Straight Women Fall in Love

Before becoming the feared mistress who beat up enemy Hakkas, Ji Qiu was once the most dangerous flower in Meteor Street. And I, a time-traveling woman who arrived more than 20 years ago, am learning how to use silence and brown goggles to live as a background in this human garbage dump. Judging by time, those thieves who will be famous in the future are probably still just cubs wallowing in a mountain of garbage, or they are simply still being cared for by caregivers. I don't have to worry about being shoehorned into the script of "having a sadomasochistic relationship with the brigade (mainly torturing me)" like in some old fan fiction. The "hang" that fate opened to me is an ability called random events. One "random event" can be refreshed every day. The cooldown time is 12 hours. I will randomly obtain props or trigger an event. I don't know about the others, maybe some kind of physical enhancement Yesterday it was half a pack of expired biscuits, and the day before yesterday I accidentally entered the mutant creature's lair. I often feel stomach ache due to this ability full of randomness. Is it going to take years and months to leave this place where birds don't shit? ! Encounter Meeting Ji Qiu on a rust-colored dusk She looked like she was only eleven or twelve years old, dancing a strange waltz on a pile of old machinery, her worn but clean skirt cutting through the solid air. I calculated the escape route in the shadows, and the dead fish eyes behind the goggles silently recorded: A+ in movement smoothness, SSS in risk factor, mental state - no evaluation. "After looking at it for so long," she suddenly stopped three meters in front of the iron barrel where I was hiding and tilted her head, "Why don't you come out and say hello, little mouse?" I walked out slowly, raised a finger, and wrote the code name "NE" - the abbreviation of my English name - on the ground. She smiled, a smile that reminded one of a sharpened knife. Getting along After our last fight, we developed a strange relationship: She taught me how to strangle an enemy's windpipe with a dress ribbon; I taught her how to tell which molds were edible from cans that were thirty years past their expiration date; She would leave a jar of clean water around the corner while she was chasing me; I "happened" to trigger a random event when she was injured to attract predators who could distract her; One time, she grabbed my neck and pressed me against a rusty iron plate: "Why aren't you afraid?" (Inner OS: It's useless to be afraid, sister. If I knew I would meet you from the beginning, I would have hid) But I just looked at her in silence. Turning The rift started when I discovered she was collecting my stuff. A fragment of goggles, half of a compressed biscuit wrapper I gave her, my used bandages - she put them in an iron box, like collecting butterfly specimens. That night, I said in my mind for the 2778th time, "This is wrong, I have to run." But when she fell covered in blood outside my hiding place, I dragged her in by some strange means and used a random event in exchange for a shot of tetanus vaccine. Separation The final confrontation occurred the afternoon she prepared an entire dress for me from nowhere. "Stay," she clasped my hands tightly, something burning in her dark eyes, "become mine." (My heart was swiping the screen like crazy: What kind of speech by the boss is this? What about Silba Killua???) I looked into her eyes and activated the "random event" that had just ended its cooldown. That ability pops up three options: A. Teleport to 100 kilometers away (success rate 87%) B. Temporary increase in combat power by 500% (lasts for 3 minutes) C. Memory interference and directed forgetting (disposable props) I chose C. In kissing her, I used props to completely strip myself from her life. Her eyes went from wild to confused to empty. He let go of his hand and frowned at the empty ruins: "What was I... Doing just now?" I wore goggles and stood in the shadow ten meters away, watching her turn and leave. Note: Fans can't do the original work, and if there are any inconsistencies, they will work hard to revise it. Ji Qiu has less information and some private settings. I will lock it and rewrite it when it is completed. Mission: Even in the deepest darkness, we must protect our inner voice and our right to freedom