[Hunter] The Last Crimson

The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climbing towards you step by step, passing my hand through your black hair, passing through your network cable and my resentment, do you know who I am?

I have only been a hunter in the past few months, and the first thing I ate was luxurious feasts such as "Immortal", "Seven Colors" and "The Last Red". I have already foreseen the bleak life that will follow [Cracked] I hope to see a lot of holes in my lifetime. This hunting classic Bai Bi Weixia is really a pity. Come back soon. You can open all VIP chapters. I believe there will be many readers who are silently paying attention, including me, who will book it all [shy]

I have never left a comment after reading this article for ten years. I have a lot to say today, so I will post what I just posted on wb. Recently, I have been reviewing my favorite fanfics from ten years ago. Because there are two parts, the first part was finished and the second part was a mess. So even though I have revisited it several times in the past ten years, I only seem to be reviewing the first part every time. I am heartbroken when I think that the second part is not finished yet, and I don't want to find the resources. This time I wanted to read the sequel to the cheating chapter on a whim. Unexpectedly, due to the age, most of the original text of jj was locked, and all online resources were invalid. In the end, I went through a lot of hard work and followed a relatively retarded public account to get the full text resources. I read it with relish and was surprised to find that the incomplete version I read ten years ago was still about 300 pages away from the second chapter where the author gave up updating. I was surprised but also a little melancholy. What was even more surprising and melancholy was that when I read that part, which could be said to be the first time I had read it in my life, I actually regained the feeling of emotion I had not felt for a long time. Although the previous content was good, I had become overly familiar with it because I had read it so many times that I knew some of the lines by heart. Although the newly watched part is more than ten years ago, it is brand new content and new experience for me. I thought it was so funny that I was so moved by something the same person wrote ten years ago that I was rolling on the bed. When I was a child, I watched it alone in my bedroom at home under a quilt. When I was older, I watched it late at night in a four-person dormitory at university with the sound of my roommates breathing. Now, now in a foreign country, with my boyfriend sleeping like a pig on one side and a cat on the other. It's a bit strange and I want to cry. Recently, maybe because I was rewatching the new version of Hunter with Brother Kai, I always fell into this sudden nostalgia. When I grow up, I still read the same article, but my mood gradually changes. When I was a child, I just read it because I liked it. When I grew up, I read it and calculated what percentage of my entire life trajectory, thoughts and personality (as well as my aesthetic system) were affected by the characters and plots in it. I felt terrible. Many of the current customary words can be found in the original text (even the English name that my friends call me every day is the same because I like the heroine so much). But the remaining small part that I haven't seen yet is a bit special. Because it hasn't had time to penetrate into my subconscious and affect my personality, I just enjoy the story while watching it. It is extremely familiar and yet strange. I haven't experienced this pure joy of reading fan fiction for about six or seven years. In fact, I have felt since I was a child that if the author is particularly capable, fan fiction can bring me double or even triple the happiness of excellent original stories. Because you can really see the real possibility of a whole bizarre world hidden in the darkness before your eyes, like the incomplete puzzle pieces being completed, this experience is really addictive. The whole set of feelings I have experienced in the past two days is so special that it can be recorded by the sensory stone and sent to the sensory association hall for exhibition. What is very interesting is that it is said that the person who was the roommate of the author when he was studying in Australia was also a fanfiction writer, and they started a pit together. The author gave up before returning to China, but he has been writing the roommate article for ten years. I curiously took a look at it today. It has more than three million words in the series, and it has not been completed yet. I'm curious about what the author is doing now. Ten years ago, he must have been as old as I am now. Ten years ago, he could write a heroine without a concept of chastity. She is probably a feminist now (bushi, does she know that what she writes can have such a big impact on a person? Will she be burdened and breathless? In the past ten years, people have often returned to the article to leave messages, saying that they are still waiting. Could it be that this kind of pressure has completely cut off the idea of ​​continuing to update? (If it were me, I would probably Finally, I really want to say to Taoxian myself, thank you for creating such a charming piece of puzzle that I can indulge. Without you and the leader Xiaose you wrote, my life would probably shine with other colors.

Twelve years... If my resentment had a shape, it would probably pass through the network cable and stick to the author's screen...

I was doing some research today and found out that Qisei and Mohong are still stored in the cloud disk. It has been more than ten years in the blink of an eye. I suddenly wanted to check if it has been updated, but emmmm~ it's still the same. Now that I am following the article, I have already assumed that the author of The Eunuch has been in the book (╯‵□′)╯┻━┻

It's 2025, and I'm 30. I've read Seven Colors and The Last Red many times. I don't know if I'll see the end of this article in my lifetime. Maybe this is really an extravagant hope [crying]

It's been fourteen years. I have to come back every year. I hope there will be surprises. This year, the old thieves have resumed publication. The story of the hunter is still going on, but Chrollo and Celis have always stopped here.

Hundreds of thousands of words have kept me hooked for more than ten years. The author's wife has such strong writing skills. I can seem to see the picture when I read it. She is really my idol. Could it be that my wife has a master's degree in literature or something?

Madam, I have been waiting for your update for a long time... Today is exactly twelve and a half years... This article is my only concern in Jinjiang. The last update is on my birthday. I used to leave you a message (ten years ago) at □□, but I didn't dare to bother you anymore. Anyway, even if you don't update, I wish you happiness and happiness every day.

After this book, other hunter novels are not popular... I really want to know what is the only path leading to his ending.