Famous Hair Loss Treatment Center in Yokohama

Edogawa Ranpo lived with the president Fukuzawa Yukichi in his huge house.

The courtyard is also very large, there is a bamboo tube in the corner filled with water, the water pours out, and the bamboo tube makes a 'dong' sound when it hits the stone.When the group arrived at the tea room, Fukuzawa Yukichi started making tea.

"Ah, it is indeed correct to ask the president to prepare the tea in advance." Edogawa Ranpo put the cakes that Saitama handed over to the table one by one.

He seems to know everything.

"Shh."

Edogawa Ranpo knew what Saitama was going to ask,

"The stage play has been rewritten, so he doesn't have to go back."

"How did you rewrite it?" Qiyu was stunned for a moment, he thought that a fixed person and a fixed plot could not be changed at will.

"Because of this cruise incident, you died once."

Under normal circumstances, in order to maintain the stability of the world, it is natural to let the world develop in the most stable direction.

But Saitama did not belong to Yokohama in the first place.

So Saitama is the most special singularity,

Under certain circumstances, for example, if he died once, he could rewrite the plot through his own death.

Compared with the book that was hidden in Yokohama and no one found it, it is obvious that Saitama has done more things.

And Edogawa Ranpo has not personally experienced these things, he just came to such a conclusion through genius reasoning.

"However, there will still be some differences in the world. If there is an unstable situation, you must ask Atsushi to take responsibility." Edogawa ranpo opened his eyes and looked at the kneeling beside Saitama, looking very dependent Atsushi Nakajima of Saitama.

"Oh, that's right. Ranpo-san, regarding Atsushi's ability, I would like to entrust the Armed Detective Agency."

Saitama utters his last request.

"Well, this is simple."

"President, let Dun-jun come to the detective agency for an internship."

Edogawa Ranpo seemed to have known about this for a long time, and also knew that Fukuzawa Yukichi would not agree easily, so he simply ran over, grabbed the president's sleeve and shook it gently.

The brewed tea is delivered to the guests separately.

Saitama thanked softly, held the teacup, and drank lightly according to the steps.

"I want Mr. Dazai and Atsushi to go to the Armed Detective Agency for an internship. I will go to Mr. Mori and make it clear that Mr. Dazai's work will not stop because of this."

This is tantamount to asking Dazai Osamu to accompany Nakajima Atsushi to pretend to be an intern at a detective agency, and he cannot leave his position in the mafia.

"Mafia." Fukuzawa Yukichi thought of Mori Ogai who had completely different ideas from his.

The two people who once fought side by side eventually parted ways and took charge of different forces.

They do not interfere with each other, and even the members under their hands are hostile to each other, but they never thought that there would be such a person who could take on multiple positions between the two organizations, especially that person is the genius Dazai rule.Mackerel, who had been sipping tea quietly, looked up at Saitama, "Is it because of Atsushi?"

Was it because he was worried that Atsushi Nakajima's abilities would get out of control, so even if he entered the Armed Detective Agency as an intern to find a solution, in order to prevent Atsushi Nakajima from having any accidents, he had to follow him?

Osamu Dazai lowered his head, not looking at Saitama.

Heh, he is too broad.

"Of course not because of Dun."

"I recently found that Mr. Mori's behavior is becoming more and more out of bottom line and rules. It will definitely not work if it continues like this. The Armed Detective Agency is very good. You come to practice with Dun and gain experience. Besides, Mr. Mori's cruise ship has lost so much. He's definitely going to settle accounts with you, it's not good for you to hide."

"Also, the easy way to die doesn't have to be found in the Mafia, it can also be found in the Armed Detective Agency."

Saitama tries to convince Dazai.

It's just going to an armed detective agency for an internship, but it doesn't change anything.

But Osamu Dazai was quickly persuaded.

Although the tube is very wide, the tube is very correct.

Central Plains Zhong also suddenly became happy, throwing away the mackerel and silly apprentices, and the days to come will finally be a little cleaner.

"President." Edogawa ran up to Fukuzawa Yukichi and whispered in Fukuzawa Yukichi's ear, "Mr. Dazai can just partner with Mr. Kunikida, and Atsushi can help me buy snacks, so you can relax!"

This proposal quickly moved Fukuzawa Yukichi, and he agreed.

Although Saitama said in front of him that Dazai Osamu would come to the Armed Detective Agency for an internship and gain experience.

However, the Armed Detective Agency is different from the Mafia. There are no secrets hidden in the dark, no tactics that need to be kept secrets, and no shady business or transactions. If Osamu Dazai wants to come, just let him come. Maybe Osamu Dazai will turn against him in the future.

With this mentality, Fukuzawa Yukichi asked Osamu Dazai and Atsushi Nakajima to report to the detective agency tomorrow.

Saitama breathed a sigh of relief and took the initiative to leave.

When all the guests had left, Edogawa Ranbu refused to sit down on his knees in an obedient and well-behaved manner. He lay directly on the cushion, holding a snack and tossing it into his mouth, "President, tomorrow I will eat seven Tsujiya’s bean paste mantou.”

"With the loss of a capable man, Mori Ogai will not let it go."

Although Saitama said that Osamu Dazai would temporarily go to the Armed Detective Agency for an internship, and the Mafia affairs would not be let go because of this, but when things are said and when they actually happen, there are often two states.

Fukuzawa Yukichi knew Osamu Dazai very well, or he, Mori Ogai, was once such a genius boy.

He is proud of his talents and can see through everything at a glance, so he also feels that no matter what he does is boring, he even has no good or evil in his heart.

There is no difference between guarding and destroying for a genius with a calm mind.

And Saitama helped Osamu Dazai make a choice: go to the Armed Detective Agency to learn "Guardian".

Correspondingly, Fukuzawa Yukichi thinks that a young man like Osamu Dazai who has no good and evil is not very scary, because he can stand on the side of the Mafia, and he can also stand on the side of the Armed Detective Agency. On the contrary, Saitama is light and light To help Osamu Dazai make a decision: to learn "Guardian", so that the goal can be achieved subtly, which makes Fukuzawa Yukichi feel creepy.

"He looks like a teacher." Fukuzawa Yukichi said softly.

It is very similar to the strongest person, Mr. Natsume Soseki who seems to know everything by heart.

This is his scariest place.

"Mr. Saitama is always special." Ranpo Edogawa seemed to know that Saitama was such a person.

"President, two people will be tested at the same time tomorrow."

"Then I have to think about it."

This time, the apprentice who was an eyesore was finally gone in the room, and there were only two people left.

Saitama did sit-ups as usual, and asked Nakahara Nakaya to hold down his feet.

Finally finished the task, Saitama lay on the floor panting.

Zhongyuan Zhong also moved out the bedding and bedding.

"Chuya, when I was dreaming on the cruise ship, for a moment, I felt as if I was leaving Yokohama completely."

Because it does not belong to Yokohama, because I am redundant.Because Yokohama doesn't need me, because I am the One Punch Man in my memory, a lone traveler living in no man's land.

Nakahara Chuya paused for a moment, "I've been watching you."

"I saw you motionless, and I was afraid that you would not wake up."

"You said I was your god, but I couldn't make you wake up."

Whether it was Nakahara Chuya at this time, or Nakahara Chuya who was holding Miss Yuko at that time, he already hated his identity very much: he is actually a god filled with water, and facing such Saitama, he is completely helpless.

He doesn't seem to be worthy of such a title, at best he is an ordinary person with relatively strong destructive power.

"No." Saitama groped and grabbed Nakahara Chuya's hand, his voice became lighter.

"I suddenly thought of you."

"I felt a void in my heart. I felt so uncomfortable, as if I would lose half of my life if I left, and I couldn't survive."

"Chuya, you stole half of my life, so I'm back."

In the darkness, the orange-haired boy's face turned red.

He quickly pulled the quilt, wrapped Qiyu completely, and hid himself in it.

The whole face was hidden in the quilt, and the voice was muffled, "Don't do this. My whole heart has been stolen by you. If you leave, I will definitely die immediately."

"Chuya, you are my god, and I survived because of you."

"You, you say again, I'm going out."

Nakahara Chuuya curled up, feeling like he was running a fever, as hot as a red shrimp.

The curled up boy slowly stretched out, poked his head out from under the quilt, and found that Saitama had fallen asleep.

There are too many things that happened during the day, even if it is described in words, it is not clear in a few words, let alone the busy parties who have never stopped.

"Good night."

Zhong Yuanzhong also whispered.

He didn't leave after all.

Although the work of the sheep has always been very busy, but I have half a day's leisure, especially if I have a good rest at night, it seems... It's nothing.

The next day.

Nakahara Nakaya was rarely in the room when Saitama woke up.

"I inquired about an olive oil that is good for hair loss."

"Olive oil? Isn't that for cooking?"

"It should require special treatment. It seems that it needs to be emulsified or something. Anyway, it is not directly pouring olive oil on the head."

"That should be some kind of ingredient in the olive."

As a doctor, Saitama quickly grasped the key points of the folk prescriptions Nakahara Chuya inquired about.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it seriously, "It seems to be what you said, and it doesn't have to be pressed olive oil."

Washing your hair with olive oil doesn't help if you think about it.