[K] Saigon

Well, how should I put it, when I saw a group of black people rushing towards me with guns, knives and other dangerous weapons in their hands, I felt that the picture of being a good ten-best citizen was too impactful Already - especially after I found myself beating them all down.

Well, I'm one of the top ten good citizens, and I don't kill people.

As for why I'm so sure I'm a good citizen—well, maybe it's because my brain is broken?I'm pretty sure now that my brain is broken and I'm starting to develop in the direction of brain damage.Nodding firmly, I took one out of the arms of a man who seemed to be the head of this human trafficking transit station——Hey, hey, this thing looks so advanced, how can it be used?

"Hey, how do you use this?" I handed the advanced-looking thing to him. He was so bruised by me that his mother probably couldn't even recognize him. He used that very— —How should I put it—it should be an ordinary person hijacked by a psychopath. The psychopath who hijacked him looked at me for a few seconds, then took out a knife from his arms and stabbed at me. Hand, "I said it all, I just asked you how to use this, I'm a good citizen, I had to fight back in self-defense and hurt you when you attacked suddenly like this." Well, how should I put it, this kind of broken picture with only one layer of skin connected is very visually impactful.

Oh, sorry, this looks like I did it.

Someone raised an iron rod from behind and put it on the back of my head. He raised his hand to stop the iron rod, bent his knee and pressed it against his lower abdomen, causing him to vomit a big mouthful of blood, "Please, brother, I have already smashed my brain. , if you hit me again, wouldn’t I be scrapped?” I explained my behavior seriously, but I don’t think anyone here can tell me how to use this thing that looks like a mobile phone. how to use it.

Maybe those little girls in the cellar can tell me?After kicking off the nose of a member of a non-mainstream group in the urban-rural fringe area who tried to shoot me with a pistol, I became more sure of one thing, that is, I am definitely not the only one with a brain in this world-you see, I have already kicked all over the body There are not many good bones left and right, and what is it if you are still struggling to die?

But to be honest, this thing is really advanced, I don’t know if it can play online games or something—just when I was thinking about whether to ask how to use this to make calls or see if I can play online games first, the door slammed Was blasted away and a wave of heat hit my face - if it weren't for the extreme temperature I would think it was a nice treat for someone with goosebumps who was drenched and a bit cold.

So I sneezed, and the air wave mixed with smoke and smoke made me very uncomfortable. After several sneezes, I wiped off the liquid secreted from my eyes, and saw——

Well, another group of rural non-mainstream.The one in the lead looks like—a head of coquettish red hair blooming in the wind, two tentacles swaying like willows in the wind... "Pfft..." I'm sorry that I definitely didn't substitute some kind of six-legged creature that has an infinite relationship with the sole of the shoe, I Seriously.

If you don't believe me, look at the eyes that only a pure and innocent first-level idiot would have.

As for asking me if I’m afraid, well, actually, I don’t think I know what it means to be afraid after my brain crashes. You see, they all wear shoes, but I’m barefoot...

Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.I'm mentally disabled, who am I afraid of?

Apparently, the group of non-mainstream gentlemen from the countryside who arrived later was a little bit beyond expectations for the current scene, but I think that from the perspective of the non-mainstream degree of the two factions, they should be punks—well, this level should be called gangsters, and gangsters interact with each other. Things like land grabs, we are good citizens and don't get involved in such things.

So I stood up and politely raised my hand to the guy who looked like the boss, "Don't kill me, I'm innocent."

The red-haired man seemed speechless, "What did you do?" It wasn't the red-haired old man who asked this question, but the brown-haired man behind him who seemed to be good at picking up girls. Basic Principle shook his head, "I escaped from below, and I was already like this when I came up."

"..." The corners of his mouth twitched, with a clear face of "who believes you", well, if you don't believe it, you don't believe it, I don't care anyway.

By the way, how did they blast such a big hole?It looks like no one is carrying a rocket launcher in their hands?At this time, my stomach growled, and I reached out and patted it, "Don't bark, I don't have time to care about you now." Then I scratched my head and looked at the group of big men in front of me and said, "Ask, how can I get to the police station?" ?”

"...After going out from here, you can call a car..." The answer was a young man wearing earrings who looked good—well, he should be a very nice young man with a gentle temper... right?I nodded, and stretched out my hand and said to him, "Can you lend me some money to take a taxi, and it's best to leave the address so that I can pay back the money."

My intuition told me to ignore the lazy and dangerous lion-like redhead in the lead, so I decided to ask the good-tempered young man for a loan - I said they looked about 20 years old , followed by a group of smaller brats - I solemnly declare that the future of this country is hopeless.

"..." I felt that the expressions on their faces seemed to be constipated for several days, and then they stopped because they heard various strange sounds from above. Then there was that kind of look on her face—well, mom, come and see God—that kind of look, that little girl who gave me steamed buns always felt hungry after strenuous exercise, not to mention that half a steamed bun is at best a cushion It's just the stomach.

I have a big appetite.

The boss of the non-mainstream group over there seemed to think that it was boring for him to make such a handsome appearance but there was no fight, so he yawned lazily, turned around and walked out, muttering something "Troublesome" as he walked Alright, let's leave the rest of the matter to you."

I deeply feel that sir, you are actually going to catch up on sleep, right? You look like a hard-working mafia boss who indulged in sex at night and was forcibly pulled up the next morning before getting enough sleep.

But I don't know why, looking at his back, I suddenly have the urge to put my hand through the back of his heart and take out that beating heart.

That must have been an extraordinary feeling.

Maybe it still tastes like crunchy chicken...

I don't know if it's because of the legendary murderous aura or something, but that guy turned his head and used those eyes——Hey, are those eyes that humans should have?This guy doesn't think I'm provoking him, does he? !I am a good citizen, how could I provoke the underworld!And I'm still an idiot with a broken head, an idiot or a brain-dead!The only one who competes with the brain-dead is...

I squatted aside with my head in my arms, "I'm sorry I was wrong." I had no idea where the strange impulse just came from.

"She has a big wound on her head." The gentleman who was very cheerful and considerate from the moment we met came to me at some point, "There are also many wounds on her body—eh, tell my brother, Did you knock down these people?" He turned his eyes to the women and children who ran out of the cellar and looked at them with timid eyes, then turned and patted my head like a puppy, "Brother There is something to eat here." He nodded and smiled, well, I think I was purified by this smile, my mother loves to come out to see the holy... black belly.

"They said my head was smashed." I nodded seriously and reached out to him, "Eat. I'm hungry."

"...If you don't answer the question properly, there is no."

But big brother, don’t you think it’s a bit against the law for us to talk about this issue in the middle of a group of bloody corpses? Shouldn’t we be drinking tea and chatting in a place like a police station and then asking the police uncle who I am… …

"Don't answer if you don't give food." I looked at him seriously.

"..." He was silent for a while, "Well, I know, I know." He took out a piece of chocolate from nowhere, "Here, but you have to answer me." I snatched the chocolate Two bites and three bites were stuffed into my mouth, chewed quickly a few times, swallowed, licked my fingers, grunted and nodded, "They hit me." The chocolate was too greasy and not filling, and my stomach was even hungrier.

"...KING, I think her brain is really... not normal..." Mr. Holy Father looked at me with pity, I reached out and grabbed his sleeve, "I'm still hungry." I'm really really hungry , from the time I started to smell the bloody smell from the bloody people I beat up, I thought——

I want to lick up those stinky and viscous liquids, crush those creaking bones, chew those translucent, blood-soaked flesh——thinking of the sweet liquid secreted from my mouth, I swallowed subconsciously. Drooling, I don't know what it will be like to bite the throat of the big brother in front of me...

Uh, sorry Mr. Holy Father, I shouldn't have thought that way.

I repent.

The next second I was grabbed by the hair and lifted up. It was a strange red-haired man, "Gee?" I turned my head and looked at him, "Stay away from him." He used "he" instead of "she", Does that mean he was warning me to stay away from that Holy Father?I get it, you guys are in that kind of relationship, right, absolutely.

That guy's hand was as hot as a soldering iron, and I couldn't help screaming loudly, "Oh, it's hot, my hair is burning, it's going to burn! I haven't washed my hair for three months!" Then He let go in good time, and I saw him wipe his hand on his pants.

You see, I'm just saying it works.

"KING, it seems that her brain is really..." Well, the brunette man paused, and said in a softer, sympathetic voice, "There is a problem." Hey, hey!Mr. Pickup Master!I heard it!

But I think he is right, so I am not angry.The blond smoking man with sunglasses behind the red-haired man remained silent, but seemed to agree with Mr. Pickup Master.

My self-esteem was hurt.

Kidding.

"I'm hungry." I looked seriously at the group of guys and the stunned teenagers behind, and said in the same serious tone as my eyes, "Is there anyone else to eat?"

For food, clothing, housing and transportation, food ranks second. Now that I have clothes on my body, eating has become the first.

I don’t know if it was defeated by my idiot’s eyes. Three hours later, I sat on the bar counter of a bar in the clothes provided by the blonde and sunglasses bartender. This is the third plate I killed. Omurice - I have said that I eat a lot.

Speaking of which, Mr. Bartender seems to be a nice person, at least he is gentle and considerate-I was not bought by his omelet rice!

"Thank you for the hospitality, I'm full." When I was eating, the group of guys seemed to be talking about something, I heard words like "green clothes", "superpowers", "whether you want it", But I put all my heart and soul into the omelet rice - this one is really delicious.

"Okay, okay, wipe your face." Mr. Holy Father handed me a tissue, Mr. Boss went to catch up on sleep on the second floor, and Mr. Bartender in sunglasses was wiping his glass while exchanging opinions with Mr. Holy Father , "Hey, what's your name?" Mr. Holy Father asked me like this, "My name is Shishu Tatara." Mr. Holy Father seems to be a natural acquaintance, and when he introduced himself, he felt like a child making friends.

"Duo Duo mother?" I scratched my ears and repeated.

Mr. the bartender and Mr. Mr. Pickup Sage not far away burst out laughing. Mr. Sacred Father coughed in embarrassment and corrected my pronunciation, "It's Duo Duo Liang, not Duo Duo Niang."

"Oh," I nodded kindly, "Duo Duo Niang."

"..." He probably felt that continuing to discuss with me what his name was would be an absolute frustrating thing for him, so he began to discuss my name, "Then, I told you my name, you Tell me your name, too?" He smiled so softly, kindly, purely and cheerfully, that I thought that with a halo on his head, he could go to COS God.

"I don't know." I honestly shook my head.

"...What a poor kid." The bartender reached out and rubbed my head, "Those people..." I think he still intends to talk to me about those human traffickers—but I really don't know, and although You are delinquent boys, but if you pursue it, you can't help me pay for my medical expenses, I don't have any money at all.

"They hit me." I looked at him and said, pointing to my slapped face, which was slightly swollen, "It hurts."

"..." He finally gave up communicating with me, and turned his head to communicate with Mr. Pickup Master and Mr. Duoduo, "Look..."

At this moment, I jumped off the chair in front of the bar and wrapped myself in the blanket I ripped from the sofa and burrowed into the corner of the bar and started to feel sleepy-my head hurts and I want to sleep.

So that's what I did.

As for what to do after waking up, I don’t know, I probably go to the police station to check my household registration or go to the homeless population subsidy station to get something-if there is such a thing, I will think about it tomorrow, anyway, I don’t know anything now. do not remember.

Good night, delinquent teenagers hanging out in the bar.

The author has something to say: The heroine is a pure brain-damaged brain--