Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

"It's very suitable, Mr. Hat." Saitama sincerely sighed, "It should be for you."

When I went to the Armed Detective Agency last time, Saitama seemed to have heard Edogawa Ranpo say in a small voice that Nakahara was also Mr. Hat.

At that time, I thought I had heard it wrong, but when I think about it now, I suddenly realized that it was Mr. Luanpo who was a prophet.

For the all-powerful detective, it seems that nothing can hide from him.

"Let's go, go to the supermarket." Nakahara Chuya still didn't give up the idea in his heart.

Every time there is a special sale in the supermarket, there are almost always two teenagers.

Among them, the boy with orange hair and blue eyes, wearing a nice hat, and a little taller will bravely rush to the front, fighting for the specials on the shelves with the very powerful uncles, mothers and aunts who are also rushing to buy.

But this time, after he snapped up the items on the list, he didn't immediately run back to meet the ordinary boy who was waiting at the end, but ran to the clothing area quickly.There is a whole shelf of hats, in all styles, colors, and almost everything imaginable.

"Chuya?" Saitama finally found him.

"Let's go, go to checkout." Zhong Yuanzhong also walked in front with the goods, "Give me the wallet, and I will go to line up. You go to rest on the rest chair outside first..."

The swelling on Saitama's cheeks has not completely subsided. Although the small wounds on her body are almost healed, the bald part on her head obviously needs careful maintenance and cannot be tired.

At least Zhongyuan Zhong also thinks that you can't be tired.

"Then I'll go out first." Saitama took out his wallet and handed it to Chuya Nakahara.

There is a dedicated rest area outside the supermarket.

Saitama found an empty bench and sat down, looking back at the long queue at the checkout area.A chubby, short, black-and-white puppy with round eyebrows and blue eyes sauntered across the rest area, stopped in front of Saitama, squatted down, and looked up. The dog face looked at him.

"Ow."

"Xiao Chai." Qiyu took out the small dried fish prepared for Sanhua Mao and Pang Pang Pang Mao, "It's very crispy, do you want to eat it?"

The puppy tilted his head to look at Saitama, and gently took the dried fish.

ate.

"Then I'll keep you silent." Saitama stretched out his hand, letting the puppy smell his hand.

The puppy wagged its tail and allowed the young man, who seemed particularly talkative, to touch his fur.

The puppies who haven't grown up yet have some very soft fluff, which is thick and soft, and feels very good to the touch.

"If you lose it, you lose it. I don't want to look for it."

Although he was only 16 years old, his height and the special basketball shoes he was wearing made him approach the boy who was two meters tall, calling out the puppy's name reluctantly.

He didn't want to look for Xiaochai, but it was a dog raised by his partner.

"Wow." The puppy called out to the boy in the distance, squatted down and wagged his tail, waiting for him to come over.

The boy froze when he heard it.

"Heizi." The boy turned around and called his partner, "Your dog is found, it's over there."

He refused to come over, feeling the fiery red hair on his head smoking.

Another boy ran in wearing a sleeveless basketball shirt and shorts. His jersey number was No. [-], his eyes were very round, and he had short blue hair. When he ran all the way, he passed many people, but none of them noticed him.

"Hello."

He has a very low presence, often staying in one place for a long time without being noticed, except that those people are usually radiant basketball players.

Now that he was sitting next to the ordinary Saitama, suddenly he was not so hidden.

"My name is Qitama, and I'm waiting for my companion to pay the bill." Saitama liked Tetsuya No. [-] very much, and had a good impression of the boy, so he couldn't help but initiate a conversation.

The long line in the supermarket is moving slowly.

"Heizi Tetsuya." The young man glanced inside the supermarket, "I'm also waiting for the people inside."

The long lines move very slowly, and although the people behind are in a hurry, the line does not speed up.

Some people couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to jump in line because of their size.

After walking a few steps forward, a red-haired boy in the middle of the line suddenly said, "Back, go to the back!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also tiptoed to look over.

The indifferent young man faced the tall man without any fear.

It's just that the imaginary thing didn't happen. Instead, the person who tried to jump in the line fell to the ground. Seeing the red-haired boy looking at a scourge, he got up like a bullshit, and ran to the back of the line in despair.

"It turned out to be Mr. Ranpo." Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered, although the boy's voice changed a little, but he could still hear that it was Mr. Ranpo.

If it's Mr. Ranpo, then it's normal.

The little commotion inside the supermarket did not attract the attention of outsiders.

Nakahara Chuya came out after paying the bill, and handed Saitama a black knitted hat, "I bought it with my pocket money. I bought a bottle of white vinegar with the little change left."

"What do you buy white vinegar for?" Saitama put the knitted hat on his head and took out a small mirror to look left and right, always feeling weird.

"When I was queuing inside, I met Mr. Ranpo." Nakahara Nakaya explained, "I happened to have some change left after I bought the hat. I just found out about the folk remedy for hair loss, and I need to use white vinegar."

"Mr. Ranpo told you the recipe?"

"kindness."

Although they only met by chance, they didn't feel that they had to go their separate ways, but acted in unison temporarily.

After all, this supermarket is really big, and you may get lost in it if you are not careful.

"That's him." Nakahara Nakaya pointed to the red-haired boy in the distance and said, "Mr. Ranpo dyed his hair? He also plays basketball."

"He's not Ranpo-san." Saitama was sure.

After leaving the supermarket, Qiyu looked back at the people coming and going behind him, and said softly, "Maybe they are people from a parallel world."

"Do parallel worlds really exist?" Zhong Yuanzhong didn't deny it, but was just curious.

"existing."

Before, I met a Qingjun boy with the same voice as Mr. Ranpo. He was very gentle, with many traces of life on his body, and he had a very good relationship with a fat cat.He is completely different from Mr. Ranpo, who has almost no common sense in life, but even so, Saitama almost misunderstood the person at that time.

Therefore, parallel worlds must exist.

Perhaps many of the people he met were people who came over from the parallel world by chance, or maybe, he himself was capable.

"Does the folk remedy of vinegar still work?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little confused.

He can only be sure that Mr. Ranpo will not lie, but for a young man who is completely unfamiliar, and is still so strong, can use strange means, and looks stronger than a supernatural person, will he make up a random one? What about folk remedies?

"The folk remedy should be real." Saitama decided to implement it.

"I'll wash your hair for you at night." Zhong Yuanzhong also got excited.

"This time, don't worry that the water temperature is too hot and the egg whites will be cooked."

When he saw the vinegar on the cooking table, he snorted softly, feeling very good, "Vinegar therapy is indeed useful, but it needs to be treated properly."

I don't know who the orange-haired boy is going to use.

He himself appears to have very thick hair and doesn't need the vinegar treatment.

Back at the residence, Saitama took off the black knit cap and took out a small mirror to look at his hair.

Because the knitted hat is completely buckled on the head, the hair is completely pressed down, and the hair that is not much is sparsely attached to the scalp, and the small bald place can be clearly seen, and it cannot be covered at all. .

It looked pitiful and ugly.

"The hat seems inappropriate." Nakahara Chuya turned his face away from staring at Saitama's head, "Don't wear a hat in the future. I took it for granted, it's not good."

"It's better to let the hair fluff up."

"Looks like a lot."

Saitama put away the knitted hat, planning to find a chance to give it away.

Boil hot water and mix with appropriate cold water.

Rinse your hair with warm water and add a little diluted vinegar.

"It's a little sour," Saitama said.

"Be patient, rinse it off immediately." Zhong Yuanzhong also scooped up hot water quickly.

It's just that the sour smell of vinegar is more difficult to rinse than expected, and it takes many times to completely remove the smell.

But it's not a big deal, as long as the vinegar therapy works.

It has long been decided to have hand-made noodles for dinner.

The quality of special price flour is not worse than that of expensive flour, but the price is lower because it is a little rougher.

boiled.

Pour the fragrant marinade, and put a few slices of char siu pork on it, and it's done.

After eating porridge several times in a row, Saitama was very happy to finally be able to eat a delicious meal.

"By the way, the clinic is not busy recently, so I plan to go out for a free clinic."

"Where?"

Nakahara didn't think there was any place in Yokohama that needed a free clinic.

"Pharmaceuticals from the clinic?"

"Not part of the clinic.

Because Mori Ogai's purchase channels are quite special, the price of medicines is usually so low that others may not dare to imagine, so Saitama bought many conventional medicines with very little money.

These medicines can be used daily, but for the residents of the dark world, they are not very useful, so the purchase price is lower.

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Dog author's own pre-received article "Everyone in Yokohama is Not Right" can be seen by clicking on the column, please pre-receive, the following is the copy:

[All the characters have been favored by me, and now they have turned mine. 】Bamei, an adult male with a childlike face and fierce eyes, is a full-time cosplayer in the third dimension. She has recreated many characters and has some character personalities.

Woke up one morning to find I was wearing it and everyone around me was not quite right.

You can hear the voices of some people, and you can also see their favorability for you.

Mr. Hat passed by with a straight face, "I can breathe the air around Bamei, happy."

Spicy curry-flavored Dao Zijing passed by blankly, "Bamei has a spicy curry flavor."

The slum lop-eared rabbit is murderous, "

A passing black mud bandaged spirit floating in the water:

Girl: I can't hear my heart, and I don't have a good impression. He is the most 'quiet'. I want to be nice to him! cp: Bamei x black mud bandage essence (the cp is not removed, the monkey is the black mud bandage essence)

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket: Kawasumi Huali [-]; thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: foodie [-]; thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: [-]; thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: bottle; pinellia bottle; a happy Spirit bottle; I don't listen, Xiaoye, Kawasumi Huali bottle; Dengxiang Ruyi bottle; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!