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Most of the residents on Leibo Street closed their doors and windows, completely dormant. Of course, it was also for a good rest, because no one knew how many dangers would happen under the cover of night, and whether those dangers would fall on their own heads .

But the sheep organization is still lively, and people keep coming to Chuya Zhongyuan to ask him to deal with troubles.

Seeing Nakahara Nakaya being called away again, and faintly hearing the voices of the teenagers complaining softly, Saitama realized that the orange-haired boy seemed to be different from what he had imagined, he was not an ordinary poor boy, even Not only that, but he also has an organization, and he is the king of the organization.

"I've never heard of sheep tissue." Saitama rolled over and lay down, "Central Plains is also a little familiar, I seem to have heard of it before..."

It's just that even if the previous impression is not so deep, Saitama can be sure that the Nakahara Chu in his impression is far from the orange-haired boy. The Nakahara Chu in his impression seems to be a poet. The orange-haired boy looks like a poet It doesn't matter at all.

It's just that after waiting for a long time at night, he fell asleep, but he couldn't wait for the busy orange-haired boy to come back. It seemed that he had been busy outside and had no time to come back to rest.Early the next morning, Qiyu woke up as usual, grabbed his still thick hair immediately, and moved his hand to his eyes. After he didn't see any hair falling out, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the strange environment around him, he reacted for a while before realizing that this was not his own home, but a completely strange place.

But despite being unfamiliar, this place gave him a good sense of security: because of the existence of the orange-haired boy, he felt that even though this place was completely unfamiliar, even if it was even worse than his own home, he still felt safe. You don't need to become stronger.

If he doesn't become stronger, the risk of becoming bald will be infinitely close to zero, Qiyu is very relieved.

Saitama got up, stretched himself in the narrow room, and opened the window to look outside.

Looking around, there are houses of different styles at different heights in the field of vision. They all look old, indescribably dilapidated and poor. As far as the eye can see, the faces of people who can see clearly have different degrees of indifference and alienation. , It seems that they have exhausted all their strength to survive, and it is really difficult to allocate any energy to others.

Saitama raised his head and looked up. There were still overwhelming houses in his field of vision, and above that was the blue sky.

This is a huge low-lying area, which looks like a bowl for holding things.

The door of the room opened quickly, and Zhong Yuanzhong also jumped in, holding a bag of bread and a bottle of water in his hand, "It's time to eat."

"Thank you." Saitama thanked softly, took the bread and water, and deeply remembered that he would find a way to repay his kindness to him.

It's just that he has never heard of this bowl-like area, and he can only use the language of Chuya in the Central Plains, the clothes of those people seen outside, and some small habits to confirm that he is indeed still in the big place he is familiar with. environment, only the region seems to have changed.

Without his knowledge, it seemed that he had come to an unfamiliar area, so it was necessary to figure this out.

Asking Zhongyuan is also the most direct and easiest way.

"Aren't you from here?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also surprised, his tone rose, and he felt his teeth were sore again. If the person he implicated was not an aborigine on Leibo Street, then he felt that his sin seemed a little bigger , I don't know how to make up for it.

"This is Lei Bo Street. It has been in shape for six or seven years."

"I'm not sure, though."

He has no memory of seven years ago, and he still occasionally heard other teenagers in the sheep talk about it, saying that it took only a few years for Leibo Street to take shape.

However, deep underground in Lei Bo Street, it seems to be naturally hidden in the dark, homeless, who have made mistakes and dare not be found by the light, and even attracted by some strange business opportunities, and there are many orphans who are used to darkness , all spontaneously settled here, and gradually formed such a busy and poor scene.

"Where are you from?" Zhong Yuanzhong didn't like to beat around the bush, so he asked directly if he had any doubts.

"I don't remember," Saitama said.

He really doesn't know the same address as the general environment, he only knows that he is very ordinary, and the house he lives in is a little poor. As for the specific address, zip code, etc., he doesn't remember it.

He lived in no-man's land, and he never had these addresses. As for the memory of the time when there were people in no-man's land, he really didn't have any.

However, the memories of traveling through the past are still very clear to him, but it is obvious that it is not suitable to speak out now.

"I lost my memory." Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that his heart was like a roller coaster. On the one hand, he was worried that the person he had implicated came from the light, and he had to find a way to send him back. Now that he knows that he has lost his memory, there is no need to send him back Now, I feel that the burden on my body is even heavier.

Lei Bo Street is a place that pays great attention to the law of the jungle, and strength is the only way to abide by it. Otherwise, the teenagers who were not capable enough to fight alone would not have spontaneously formed a self-defense organization.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the ordinary-looking boy who was ordinary in every way, and felt that he was weaker than those ordinary people on Leibo Street.

"Fortunately you met me." Nakahara Chuya said, "Lei Bo Street is not safe."

Especially for such a weak teenager.

"Don't go out alone." Once you go out, you will be like a lone sheep entering a herd of hungry beasts. Not only can you not protect yourself, but you will be devoured quickly, leaving no bones left.

At least get to know this place first, figure out what it is, and then see if you can go home, or stay here.

"Let's go." Nakahara Chu was also a man of action. He put his hands in his pockets, walked to the door, and looked back at Saitama.

Don't worry about this weak ordinary youth, the King of Sheep will accompany him personally.

Saitama swallowed the words "As long as you are careful, you should be able to check the environment while walking", packed up the bread package and the empty water bottle, tidied up his clothes, and followed Nakahara Nakaya out of the house .

Outside the low and narrow house is a very steep street, one end is connected to the real ground like in the sky, and the other end leads to a deeper underground.Surrounded by similar buildings, there is nothing special about the small house Zhongye lives in.

"I'll take you around to let them all know that you are mine." Zhong Yuanzhong also said with a little pride, "I still have a bit of face in Leibo Street."

At least many people are willing to sell the King of Sheep for a face.

"Thank you." Saitama said.

The orange-haired boy bounced up in an instant, and fell to the not-so-hard ground and there were two small pits a little bigger than the footprints, which were the ground he crushed.He landed on the roof and looked around.

Not wanting to hear him say 'thank you' again, and not being able to express it directly, the orange-haired boy simply walked on the nearby roof.

His body seemed to be light and light, and he stepped on the roof silently. Saitama saw the inside of other people's houses through some open windows, and no one inside noticed.

The entire Leibo Street is big and small, but it is also small.

If it is a complete stranger like Saitama who walks by himself, it may take a long time to understand the winding streets here, but if it is grown up here, Nakahara Nakahara is very familiar with everything here. But it can be finished quickly, it is nothing more than some key forces, let them know that Saitama is the person covered by the king of sheep.

"I'll take you to the clinic." Nakahara Chuya said.

It was just a few places on Leibo Street, and Nakahara didn't feel tired at all, but Qitama was already out of breath, with a slightly frightened expression on his face.

The physical condition is very worrying.

"No need." Saitama didn't want to go to the clinic because he didn't have enough money.

feel a little scared.

"Come up." Nakahara Nakaya landed in front of Saitama, taking care not to damage the road under his feet. He squatted down slightly, and looked sideways at the young man behind him out of the corner of his eye.

This discovery made Nakahara a little bit happy, so he was very willing to carry Saitama.

"Okay." Saitama thought for a while, and lay on Nakahara Nakaya's back.

Rather than exercising to become stronger, he chose to be a salted fish.

Came to the clinic again, but this time it was not at dusk, but during the day.

The clinic door was closed, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also stepped forward to knock on the door, shouting at the same time.

Zhong Yuanzhong also went in behind his back, and he really saw the doctor inside. Even in broad daylight, he specially drew the curtains and turned on the lights, making the whole clinic look no different from the night.Entering here, there is always an illusion of being completely in the dark, and the sun is shining brightly outside.

"Here again?" Mori Ogai looked at Saitama, who was lying on the orange-haired boy's back, sitting steadily, without any intention of standing up, "What's wrong with him?"

There is no smell of blood, and it is completely different from other patients who come to the clinic.

"Sick? I'm panting after taking two steps, like a little girl." Nakahara Nakaya said.

"It's not a disease, just walk a few more steps and run a few steps." Mori Ogai said indifferently.

As a doctor, I have seen too many such frail people, and the treatment method is very simple, but few people can persist in exercising. After all, as long as they can live safely and let themselves lie down comfortably Isn't it better?

Mori Ogai lowered his eyelids, he was sure that the boy brought by the King of Sheep should not be a person in the dark, he must be living in the light, so he doesn't need to become stronger to ensure that he can survive.