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In an inconspicuous corner of the orphanage, the middle-aged man with the pot head who passed by accidentally was blocked by the orange-haired boy with fierce eyes.

"Hey, you made the sound last night, right? Where is it?"

The orange-haired boy was a little short, with slightly long hair, and the still-fading baby fat on his face made him look a little younger than his actual age: like those slightly older children in an orphanage.

"Tsk, misaki, let's go." The boy who was always inseparable looked impatiently at the orange-haired boy who was in high spirits.

The orphanage was actually very quiet last night. The roar of the wild beasts in the depths of the secret room was not heard by the children except them.

The howling of wild animals for most of the night rang in their ears, but they couldn't find the source of the sound, so that they didn't rest well at all, and there were faint dark circles under their eyes.

When it was dawn, the two of them searched the orphanage for a long time, but they still couldn't find any clues.

Only then did the middle-aged man cover the lid of the pot alone while the children were running to get the fried chicken.

"Mackerel?" From a distance, a familiar voice was heard in the Central Plains.

"No."

"Principal?" Saitama didn't seem to notice the undercurrent surging in the corner, and stepped forward with the remaining two pieces of fried chicken, one in the hands of the orange-haired boy and the other in the hands of the boy with square glasses , "I searched everywhere but couldn't find you, so you are here."

"Is something wrong?"

Saitama was too ordinary after all, he didn't hear clearly the voices of the boys before.

"Tsk." The boy with square glasses raised his hand and adjusted his glasses.

The moment his eyes met Nakahara Chuya, they fought together.

"Hey, why are you chasing me?" Zhongyuan Zhong also ran to the ceiling, his feet glued to the ceiling and looking down. He was obviously very ordinary and not a mackerel, but he was still the boy he wanted to target inexplicably.

"strength."

"I want the same, stronger power."

The world is so boring and boring, the only obsession seems to have found something more important.Hatta Misaki hugged the fried chicken, turned her face away from Saitama, her cheeks were a little suspiciously red, "You, you even brought it here for me."

"It was originally for you." Qiyu leaned over to look at him, "Why is your face a little red? Is there any discomfort?"

"Why do you look like a girl!"

"If you are a man, don't do this!"

The orange-haired boy squinted his eyes, puffed out his baby-fat cheeks, and loudly educated Saitama.

"I?"

"I don't look like a girl anymore."

Girls should be that kind of gentle and soft, fragrant and soft.

"You, you are too gentle!"

"Tsk, let's go."

Even if he wants power, he won't surrender to the boy with red light on his body. His little doctor companion is too weird.

"Hey, monkey, I haven't found the beast yet."

"I'll look for it later, I can't run away."

They left quickly.

Chuya Nakahara stepped down from the ceiling and stood behind Saitama.

"Dean, was he okay last night?"

"follow me."

The middle-aged man with the jar head stared at Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye for a while, and finally chose to trust the little doctor.

Over the years, the orphanage has also invited doctors to see the little boy, but without exception, when everyone saw the child tied up in chains, there was only fear in their eyes.

Only the little doctor has no fear in his eyes, only distress.

He is special.

When he came to the secret room again, Qiyu couldn't wait to step forward, and found that the little boy was calmer than yesterday.

"Name, name."

He tried to raise his head to look at Saitama.

"Dean, can I have a few words with him alone?" Saitama asked.

The middle-aged man with the pot head didn't refuse, but just looked at the little boy indifferently, turned around and left.

"Did you also have a dream last night?" Qiyu thought of his own dream when he heard his name.

In the dream, the little boy learned to write his own name for the first time: Atsushi Nakajima.

"No."

Atsushi Nakajima took a deep breath.

"Not a dream."

"I met her, like a mother. She taught me to write my name, and I did. Today I'm more awake than ever and stronger than ever."

He became stronger, but he didn't try to break free from the chain, but wanted to wait for the night to fall and see the girl who was as warm as his mother again.

"What if she doesn't come?" Saitama felt that the girl would not enter his dream again.

"I wait."

The feeling of being enveloped by gentle and powerful power, once enjoyed, will never be forgotten for a lifetime.

Even if it's hard to stay awake every day, you will never forget the feeling that is almost engraved in your bones.

"It's okay to wait, but not here."

"Your health is too bad, it will be very painful if you continue like this."

Especially at night when he couldn't control his powers, the head of a powerful white tiger from another world was enough to destroy everything, thus destroying everything around the boy.

"I can't escape, they won't let me escape." The little boy said, "I have never escaped before."

He didn't know that when the moonlight fell, he had escaped from the orphanage many times and wreaked havoc around.

No memory of that part.

"Take it out." Zhong Yuan Zhong also stood beside him, looking down at the little boy who was much younger than him, "You can't beat me."

"I want to find a foolproof way." Saitama agreed.

The little boy looked at the two people in front of him in shock, they actually said lightly that they would take him out.

Qiyu took the last piece of fried chicken and fed it to the little boy with his own hands, letting him wait for their rescue with peace of mind, and then went out to discuss countermeasures.

"Chuya, the black knitted hat you gave me, I think it is more suitable for Bamei." Saitama thought of this yesterday, and today he specially brought this hat that he doesn't need.

"Very suitable." Nakahara Zhongya said quickly.

Originally, the knitted hat was specially bought for Saitama, but it turned out to be completely inappropriate.Saitama's originally fluffy hair was completely crushed, and the small bald patch on his head was not easy to cover.

Since then, although the knitted hat is still in the closet, in fact, Zhongyuan Zhong has secretly studied it many times, trying to get rid of this useless broken hat.

It's best to send it out now.

The two teenagers found a corner where no one was close, leaning against a tree with their backs, squatting there boredly.

Qiyu ran over and took out the knitted hat, and Bamei's face turned red again.

In order to prevent Misaki Hatta from saying that she looks like a girl again, Saitama ran away quickly.

"What are you running for? The hat is beautiful." Misaki Hatta put the hat on her head, feeling very happy.

"It's just that he doesn't need it. What's the pleasure in disposing of the garbage for you?"

"Tsk."

Monkey is very upset.

"It was for me, you didn't."

Because even if it is not used by others, it is only given to yourself.

"He's bald and doesn't dare to wear a hat."

"gone."

The monkey stood up, pulled his obsession, and planned to find a more hidden corner.

It's best where no one can find it, especially that weird little doctor, so he can't find it.

The clinic doesn't plan to open in the afternoon, so Saitama stays in the orphanage to help, trying to find a way.

Zhong Yuanzhong also did not leave. With him, many things that require several adults to move are particularly easy.

As long as he uses his ability, those heavy objects that can kill people can be moved lightly to the right place.

"Chuya, this cabinet will be moved to the next door."

Zhongyuan Zhong also stepped forward to display his ability.

I don't know what is inside the cabinet, and the outside is unlocked, but the door of the cabinet cannot be opened.

Qiyu tried to open the door, but failed. He wanted to see what was inside through the gap, whether it was fragile or not, but he couldn't see it clearly. It was dark inside, and no light could get in.

"I don't know if there is something fragile inside that cannot be shaken, so be careful." Saitama reminded.

Zhongyuan Zhong also has a well-thought-out plan.

Then, the cabinet didn't move at all, and the gravity was not controlled.

The power is gone.

"Mackerel!" Nakahara Chuya stepped forward and pulled the door of the cabinet.

There is only one person in Yokohama who can invalidate his supernatural powers. It is the super super slippery and annoying mackerel who always likes to steal his treasured fruit wine!

"Mr. Dazai?" Saitama hurried over.

"Chuya, don't break the cabinet."

"Ah, Mr. Dazai didn't intend to commit suicide in the closet, did he?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also retreated, and simply stopped trying to open the door, "Then let him suffocate."

"It's too painful to suffocate." Saitama disagreed. "I remember some peppers in the kitchen. Children don't dare to eat too much spicy, and adults rarely eat too much. I think those peppers will be wasted."

The cabinet remained silent.

"It's better to use it."

The chili was grown by the orphanage in a little field outside, and the harvest was not bad, but the orphanage couldn't consume it, so it was kept in the kitchen.

Saitama saw it when he was helping with work, and asked about it.

Now I just brought the chili over, fried it with oil, and the spicy and tangy smell fanned the closed cabinet with a fan.

No matter how well-sealed the cabinet is, it can't stop the pungent smell of pepper.

What's more, Zhongyuan Zhong also specially helped, digging a small hole in an inconspicuous part of the cabinet.

The pungent, pungent, pungent smell rushes in through the small hole.

The mackerel who was lying there enjoying life came out sneezing, his iris-colored eyes filled with tears.

"A machine without emotion, you want to murder nei." Osamu Dazai couldn't help himself, "Then can we use a romantic and beautiful way to niece. It's best if we both die in love together, ah, as long as I think of that day, I can bear it Can't help but suffocate nei with happiness."

"You committed suicide by hiding in a closet?"

Saitama looked inside the cabinet and found a small piece of burning charcoal.

"Burning charcoal?"

"how do you feel?"

Osamu Dazai, who has been well-educated since he was a child, even though he usually pursues life to death and tries to kill himself in various ways, he has never sneezed continuously in such a state of embarrassment, and has uncontrollable physiological Tears welled up.

How miserable.