I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

The locomotive was moving fast, and the roar was deafening. Johnson pressed against the other's broad chest, and the bitter orange smell of tobacco and men's perfume on his clothes made him dizzy.

The cheeks that were numb from the cold regained consciousness, and then felt a faint pain.

He subconsciously wanted to rub his face, but a blocking voice came from above his head: "Don't move!"

Johnson froze until the locomotive stopped, and when he was carried into the house by the man, his expression was dull.

The warm breath enveloped his whole body, redness soon appeared on his skin, which was the mark of frostbite, and the itchy feeling emerged soon.Johnson controlled himself not to scratch, he knew the feeling of frostbite festering very well.

The man was at the entrance of the house, patting the snow off his body, and took off the goggles and hat.

He is tall, close to two meters, and Johnson is a pitiful little one in front of him, not even as high as the opponent's chest.The man has blond hair, blue eyes as clear as the sky, rough features, wild charm, because he hasn't shaved, there is a faint shadow of stubble on his chin.

The man stretched out his hand without bending down, and the palm of his hand could be placed on top of Johnson's head: "Little devil, go in and sit down."

Johnson huddled in the corner of the shoe rack. He was not very courageous. When he saw the living room that could be used as a small basketball court, he was embarrassed and didn't even know where to put his hands.

He'd seen it on TV at Katie Charlie's house, and it was a mansion.

Soft pillows are piled on the black leather sofa, and the entire wall is a tropical rainforest ecological tank. The sprinkler is working on time, the leaves of the plants are full of water droplets, and the lizards are lazily sheltering from the rain under the leaves.

The reptile's icy vertical pupils made people tremble with fear.

Johnson's shoulder was pushed by the man, and he almost stepped on the beautifully patterned handmade carpet. He hurriedly pressed the wall to balance, only to find that his dirty hands had left two marks on the snow-white wall.

"..."

The man threw his coat on the coat rack, rolled up his sleeves, and led Johnson like a chicken to a guest bathroom next to the living room.

Turn on the water heater, adjust the temperature skillfully, a steady stream of hot water gushes out from the pipe, and the water level in the bathtub rises slowly.

Johnson backed away in a hurry, sticking his whole body against the wall.

"How long have you been walking in the snow?" The man frowned. The kid's clothes were intact, with no stitches or patches. It didn't look like they were picked up from a garbage dump, but Johnson's behavior was no different from that of street children.

The city of Bangolo is very prosperous, and the homeless here have food relief, let alone a child.

"me……"

"Is it domestic violence? Running away from home?"

Johnson shook his head first, then moved towards the door awkwardly.

"Your face is red from the cold, tsk, aren't kids afraid of frostbite these days?" The man said in a domineering tone, without giving Johnson a chance to defend himself, he took off the boy's coat in a few strokes.

This time Johnson really panicked.

Although he is only 14 years old, Johnson has seen too much darkness due to poverty. When he didn’t even have a house, there were young teenagers near the prostitutes who sold their bodies for food in the tent area.Later, the boys who bullied him at school often uttered such insulting words, and Johnson understood even if he didn't want to.

Probably also thought of this, the man let go of his hand, stepped out, and said "wash yourself".

The bathroom door was slammed shut.

Johnson quickly put the coat back on, and he looked around uneasily, the water vapor pressed against his skin intimately.

Clean white tiles, gold-plated bathroom facilities, a lot of expensive bottles and jars beside the sink, and a small bottle of shell-shaped perfume next to the bathtub.

There are no windows, and the overhead ventilation fan makes a slight noise.

The man outside the washroom changed his clothes for going out. He searched the house barefoot for a long time but found no fruit juice. There were only various wines in the cupboard. He went to the kitchen to boil hot water with a headache.

There was a snowstorm and it was Christmas again. The nanny and Filipino maid at home were away, so I had to do it myself.

I washed some cocoa powder with hot water, and the mellow smell wafted in the living room.

The man casually recalled the child's face so thin that it was only the size of a palm, with a pair of blue eyes looking at him blankly through the wind and snow.

Tsk, it looks like I used to look in the window on Christmas night.

This brat still has so little clothes on, if no one cares about him, he might freeze to death on the street the next morning!

The man lit a cigarette, and he could vaguely feel the child's head shrunk and his whole body stiff in his chest.The locomotive was driving fast, and he didn't wear any other helmet when he went out. The wind and snow were howling, so he could only wrap the kid in his clothes.

——This is a very risky move, after all, the identity of the child has not been checked.

Because of the sudden soft-heartedness, countless things happen in the circle every year, not to mention directly bringing people into the house, which is a bit out of line.

After smoking a cigarette, it was estimated that the time would be about the same. The man walked into the bathroom and found that the bathtub was full of water and stopped automatically, while the child was still huddled there in dirty clothes, motionless.

Tsk, what a hassle.

The man impatiently stretched out his hand to undress the brat he picked up and took off his clothes again. He knew that if he didn't be tougher, the brat might just stand here in a daze.

Strangely, Johnson didn't struggle this time.

When he stuffed the child, whose whole body was red with cold, into the bathtub, the man heard a timid question.

"...Mr. Morenza?"

The hand holding the shampoo stopped, and the man raised his eyebrows: Did you recognize it after changing clothes?

"Katie is your fan, she's crazy."

The man is not even interested in responding to a sentence. When it comes to fans, there are all over the United States and the world.

"Katie came back in the middle of the night last month to see your concert." Johnson seemed a little excited, because whether in his hometown of South Sasha or this strange city, Uranus superstar Federico Morenza It’s a common topic. Although he doesn’t understand why Katie and his classmates are obsessed with a singer, it doesn’t prevent him from knowing that Mr. Morenza is a very nice person. The news of a commoner student being admitted to an Ivy League school.

Johnson listened to all kinds of good things about the man.

The man named Federico's expression changed a bit: "Who is Katie to you?"

"It was my former public school teacher."

Teacher...

The man returned to normal and kept busy.

"My uncle disappeared in the hurricane. Katie and Charlie are an unmarried couple who plan to adopt me and bring me to this city." Johnson, who was soaked in hot water, awkwardly touched his head covered in shampoo foam.

The man's hand that was about to grab the towel almost pulled down the shelf, his expression was gloomy, and he didn't speak.

The hot water soaked the frostbitten hands and feet so itchy that Johnson knew he couldn't scratch them, but he couldn't help rubbing them with his fingertips.

"Don't catch!"

"Oh……"

After tossing for half an hour, the man slipped the boy, whose face was flushed from the heat, out of the bathroom.

Johnson was wrapped in a very ill-fitting thick woolen sweater, holding a cup of hot cocoa, and he could only repeat thank you. It didn't take much effort for Federico to set out the truth about the boy running away from home.

"Katie and Charlie are going to get married next year, and the expenses are very high. We've been eating potatoes and hard bread for a week, but yesterday I..." Johnson uneasily covered up the appearance of the strange hairball, and only said vaguely , "I accidentally broke the furniture. Although they didn't say anything, Katie was under a lot of pressure. They quarreled behind my back every day."

Seeing Johnson, whose head was about to be buried in the cup, and the man sitting on the sofa in the living room, his eyes were cold: a young woman who worried about family expenses all day long, fed potatoes to her children, and had money to go to her own concert ?

The amount of tickets is not cheap.

Want to chase stars, get married again, financial pressure is so great, and you still have to adopt a child... Why?

Infertile?Then why not look for someone who is younger, and wait until the career and family are stable after the age of 30?In such a hurry, a child was brought from far away South Sasha.

This brat said that he is 14 years old, with such a small body, he is about ten years old!

Federico paused for rubbing his chin.

etc!South Sasha, hurricane, 14-year-old boy with a bad life, no parents, former guardian is an uncle... these keywords are a bit familiar!

"What's your name?"

Johnson hesitated, and said in a low voice: "Katie said that my adoption procedures have not been completed yet, so don't say your name casually outside, it will cause trouble for them."

"...Let's put it another way, what's your last name?"

"Brown."

Federico leaned heavily on the sofa and muttered a cowboy swear word.

"Sir?" Johnson asked uncomfortably.

"It's nothing." Federico forced a smile, and said through gritted teeth, "Do you want to go back to South Saxony, or go to the church for help? The social welfare relief agency will ask you about your background and give 'Katie the Kindness' a Come to trouble! After all, they failed to fulfill their duty of temporary guardianship and let you live on the street during a snowstorm night."

Johnson was a little flustered, clutching his cup and afraid to speak.

"Or, I can think of a suitable way for you, and now you can go to rest first."

Federico led the shy boy upstairs to the guest room, and said a few words of comfort.

When the door was closed, this Uranus superstar, who did not hide his bad temper in the face of countless paparazzi, violently wanted to sweep the things on the table to the ground, but stopped abruptly, and threw himself on the sofa in frustration.

"Go out for a walk on Christmas, and pick up a protagonist...Damn it! It's so far away from South Sasha, and we can still meet each other!"

This brat is a big problem!The child of Destiny who moves and walks, a double S-level ability user, is comparable to the strength of a god.

Federico had a terrible headache, and if "Katie" and "Charlie" showed up in front of him, he would definitely beat them up!These fellow book walkers who don't know what to do or what to do, have Shit in their minds!

Although everyone has their own ambitions, there are those like Federico who don't want to get involved in the plot, and some people are dedicated to the protagonist, but if you want to cultivate the protagonist, you should train it well!What's the matter with giving Johnson hard bread with stewed potatoes? !It also made the protagonist run away from home and almost freeze to death on the street! !

God, that stingy book traveler spent money on his own concert tickets!

If this is a book in which the protagonist is blackened, Federico will definitely be hated.

The man was smoking a cigarette fiercely, his face showing a hideous look in the slowly rising smoke, his inner madness was hard to describe in words.

Having been in this world for 25 years and fulfilling his dreams and ambitions, Federico is preparing to survive carefully after the plot begins.To avoid all troubles, as long as you survive for ten years, anyway, the protagonist wins in the end, and he has no psychological pressure.

result!

"Why should I go out today?" Federico said to himself with a headache.

On second thought, if he hadn't appeared, would the protagonist who decides the fate of the United States and the world really freeze to death?

This feeling of accidentally saving the world...

Federico couldn't laugh or cry, he still had a bit of luck in his heart.Brown is a common surname, and the area affected by the hurricane in South Sasha is also large. Katie, who insists on adopting a teenager, may be out of her mind——

The house suddenly shook violently, but there was no sound of anything colliding.

Abandon the world!

With a serious expression on his face, Federico quickly rushed up to the second floor, opened the door of the room and saw the boy who was pale with fright, shivering, wrapped in a sheet and trying to hide under the bed.

"..."

"Don't move! Those black fur balls like to hide in dark corners!"

Johnson's eyes lit up: this man knows about monsters!

Soon Johnson fell into a panic again. How did Mr. Morenza know?Didn't he meet himself by chance?

The boy who was full of thoughts suddenly felt that the air around his body became abnormal, as if he had fallen into a huge bag. Federik was beside him, holding Johnson's shoulders with his hands, and they seemed to be in a glass cover.

The shaking stopped, and the black fur ball that appeared in the room continued to bounce around as if they hadn't seen them.

Federico had mixed feelings.

The number of monsters in the Abandoned World was not many at the beginning. It is no problem for the supernatural beings to find a house to hide in, but power will attract power. A powerful S-level supernatural being, even if they are not in the abandoned world, will attract monsters across space .This leads to poor situations where monsters are often waiting for them when they enter the Forsaken world.

This is the first time that Federico saw a monster at home after the plot started.

Now that his luck has been shattered, the boy under his palm can only be the protagonist.

"...Brown! When you grow up, don't go to China!" Federico blurted out.

"China?" Johnson's eyes were full of doubts

"Correct."

That is the domain of the Devourer and the Balrog.

The author has something to say: I’m sorry that the protagonist boy wrote two chapters here, but because it is a relatively important excessive plot ╮(╯▽╰)╭→_→If there is no Federico, the protagonist will be found by Katie Charlie and brought back SO won't freeze to death, saving the world is an illusion, Heavenly King.

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Federico took a script of a book walker with reliable IQ and logic [Hey], well, to put it simply, it’s true that he is a book walker, but he is a good person.

Not all the rebirthers in the previous article died, and of course not all the book-walkers in this article are negative images.

About Federico's career... [I said this is an entertainment article]

【You are enough】

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Finally, Li Fei's nickname, Balrog, is a more westernized word, with a fantasy color. In the original book, Li Fei, the boss of a mysterious organization, insists on a low-key line. Obviously, he will not give himself a nickname. It was given by a foreigner.