The locomotive was moving fast, the roar was deafening, Johnson was pressed against the other's broad chest, and the bitter orange smell of the tobacco and the men's perfume on the clothes made him dizzy.
The numb cheeks regained consciousness, and then felt a vague 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 his expression was sluggish when he was carried into the house by the man.
The warm breath wrapped around his body, and red quickly appeared on the skin, which was the trace of frostbite, and the tingling feeling quickly emerged. Johnson controlled himself not to scratch, and he knew the feeling of the frostbite festering.
At the entrance of the house, the man patted the snow off his body and took off his goggles and hat.
He is tall, close to two meters, and Johnson is a pitiful little man in front of him, less than the height of the opponent's chest. The man has blond hair, blue eyes as clear as the sky, and his appearance is rough and wild. Because he is not shaved, there is a faint shadow of stubble on his chin.
The man stretched out his hand, without bending over, his palm could just 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 that the living room could be used as a small basketball court, he was uneasy, and he didn't even know where to put his hands.
He'd seen it on Katie Charlie's TV, and it was a mansion.
Soft pillows are piled on the black leather sofa, and a whole wall is an ecological tank of the tropical rain forest. The sprinklers are 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 cold vertical pupils of reptiles are frightening to see.
Johnson's shoulder was pushed by the man, almost stepping on the beautifully patterned handmade rug. He hurriedly pressed against the wall to balance, only to find that his dirty hands left two marks on the snow-white wall.
"… "
The man threw his coat on the coat rack, rolled up his sleeves, and took Johnson to a guest bathroom next to the living room like a chicken.
Turn on the water heater, adjust the temperature skillfully, an endless stream of hot water pours out of the pipe, and the water level in the bathtub slowly rises.
Johnson hurriedly backed away, leaning 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 it was picked up from a rubbish heap, but Johnson's performance was no different from a street child.
Bangoro City is very prosperous, and the homeless here have food relief, not to mention a child.
"me… "
"Domestic violence? Running away from home?"
Johnson shook his head first, then moved awkwardly towards the door.
"Your face is red from freezing, tsk, aren't the little devils afraid of frostbite these days?" The man used a domineering tone, without giving Johnson a chance to defend himself, and took off the boy's jacket in a few strokes.
This time Johnson really panicked.
Although he was only fourteen years old, Johnson had seen too much darkness because of poverty. When he didn't even have a house, there were also young teenagers near the prostitutes who sold their bodies for food in the tent area. Later, the boys who bullied him at school often used such insulting words on their lips, and Johnson understood it even if he didn't want to.
Probably also thought of this, the man let go of his hand, lifted his foot out, and left the sentence "wash yourself".
The bathroom door was slammed shut.
Johnson quickly put the coat back on, and he looked around nervously, the steam clinging to his skin.
White tiles, gilded bathroom facilities, a lot of expensive bottles and jars next to the washbasin, and a small bottle of shell-shaped perfume beside the bathtub.
There are no windows, and the overhead ventilation fan makes a slight noise.
The man outside the bathroom changed out of his clothes and searched the house with bare feet for a long time without finding any juice. There was only a dazzling variety of wine in the cupboard. He went to the kitchen to boil hot water with a headache.
The blizzard and the Christmas season, the nanny and the Filipino maid at home were absent, so I could only 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 skinny face that was only the size of a palm, and a pair of blue eyes stared blankly at him through the wind and snow.
Gee, it looks like I used to be in front of the window on Christmas night.
This kid still wears so little, if no one cares, I am afraid that he will freeze to death in the street the next morning!
The man lit a cigarette, and he could vaguely feel the child's head shrinking in his chest and his whole body stiff. The locomotive drove fast, he didn't wear any other helmet when he went out, the wind and snow were howling, so he could only wrap this 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, there are countless things happening in the circle every year, not to mention bringing people into the house directly, which is a bit out of line.
After a cigarette was finished, it was estimated that the time would be almost 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.
Gee, what a hassle.
The man impatiently stretched out his hand to help the kid he picked up to take off his clothes again. He knew that if he didn't be tough, the kid might have been standing here in a daze.
Strangely, this time Johnson didn't struggle.
The man heard a timid question as he shoved the red-hot child into the bathtub.
"… Mr. Morenza?"
The hand holding the shampoo stopped, and the man raised his eyebrows: I recognized it just by changing clothes
"Katie's a fan of yours, she's a big fan."
Men are not even interested in answering a sentence. When it comes to fans, they are all over the United States and the whole world.
"Katie came back in the middle of the night last month, just to go to your concert." Johnson seemed a little excited, because no matter in his hometown of Southern Saskatchewan or this strange city, Uranian superstar Federico Morenza It's a common topic, although he doesn't understand why Katie and his classmates are obsessed with a singer, but it doesn't prevent him from knowing that Mr. Morenza is a very good man, and the TV show the day before yesterday is still playing Morenza-funded The news of a civilian student who was admitted to an Ivy League school.
Johnson listened to the man's good words.
The man named Frederick's expression changed a bit: "Who is Katie from you?"
"It's my former public school teacher."
teacher...
The man is back to normal and keeps busy.
"My uncle disappeared in the hurricane. Katie and Charlie are unmarried couples who are going to adopt me and bring me to this city." Johnson, who was soaked in hot water, awkwardly touched his head full of shampoo foam.
The man's hand that was about to grab the towel almost pulled the shelf down, his expression gloomy, and he didn't speak.
The hot water soaked the frostbitten hands and feet, and Johnson knew he couldn't scratch it, but he couldn't help rubbing it 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 and slipped out of the bathroom.
Johnson was wrapped in a thick woolen sweater that didn't fit well, holding a cup of hot cocoa, just repeating thank you, Federik didn't take much effort to tell the truth of the teenager running away from home.
"Katie is going to marry Charlie next year. It's going to cost a lot. We've been eating potatoes and crusty bread for a week, but yesterday I still..." Johnson covered up the strange hairball uncomfortably, and 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 is about to be buried in the glass, and the man sitting on the sofa in the living room, his eyes are cold: a young woman who worries about family expenses all day, feeds her children potatoes all day, and has money to go to her concerts
The amount of tickets is not cheap.
I want to chase stars again, I want to get married again, the financial pressure is so great, and I have to adopt a child... Why is this
Infertile? Then why not look for someone 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 Saskatchewan.
This kid said that he was fourteen years old, and with this small body, he was almost ten years old!
Federico rubbed his chin for a while.
and many more! Southern Saskatchewan, a hurricane, a 14-year-old boy with a bad life, no parents, the former guardian is an uncle... These keywords are a bit familiar!
"What's your name?"
Johnson hesitated and whispered, "Katie said that my adoption procedure is not over yet. Don't say your name casually outside, it will cause them trouble."
"...Let's put it another way, what's your last name?"
"Brown."
Federic leaned heavily on the sofa and muttered a swear word from a western cowboy.
"Sir?" Johnson was disturbed.
"It's nothing." Federick forced a smile, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want to go back to South Saskatchewan, or go to church for help? The social welfare agency will ask you where you come from, and bring 'kind Katie' with you. Come to trouble! After all, they did not fulfill the responsibility of temporary guardianship, leaving you on the street in the night of the blizzard."
Johnson was a little flustered, clutching the cup and not daring to speak.
"Or, I can think of a suitable solution for you, and now you can go to rest first."
Federick led the cramped teenager to the guest room upstairs, and said two words of comfort.
When the door was closed, the Uranus superstar who did not hide his bad temper in the face of countless paparazzi, when he was irritable and wanted to swept the things on the table to the ground, he stopped abruptly and threw himself on the sofa in frustration.
"Going out for a walk at Christmas, I picked up a protagonist... Damn it! It's so far from South Saskatchewan, you can still meet it!"
This kid is a big trouble! The child of destiny who moves and walks, the double S-level ability user, is comparable to the strength of the gods.
Federic has a terrible headache, and if "Katie" and "Charlie" show up in front of him, he will definitely beat them up! These ignorant book-piercing companions have Shit in their minds!
Although everyone has their own aspirations, there are people like Federik who don't want to be involved in the plot, and some people who are dedicated to the protagonist, but if you want to cultivate the protagonist, you must cultivate it! What's the deal with giving Johnson a potato stew? ! And let the protagonist run away from home and almost freeze to death in the street! !
God, that stingy book-wearer, even spent money on his concert tickets!
If this is a book in which the protagonist is blackened, Federic will definitely be hated.
The man was smoking fiercely, his face showing a hideous look in the slowly rising smoke, his inner madness was hard to describe in words.
Coming to this world for twenty-five years and realizing his dreams and ambitions, Federico is ready to survive carefully after the plot begins. 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 am I going out today?" Federico said to himself with a headache.
On second thought, if he did not appear, 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...
Federic couldn't help laughing, and he still had a bit of luck in his heart. Brown is a common surname, and the hurricane in Southern Saskatchewan is also affected by the large area. Katie, who insists on adopting a teenager, may have a bad mind—
The house suddenly shook violently, but nothing could be heard colliding.
Abandon the world!
With a serious expression, Federik rushed to the second floor and opened the door to see the boy who was pale and shivering, wrapped in sheets and wanted to hide under the bed.
"… "
"Don't move! Those black furballs like to hide in dark corners!"
Johnson's eyes lit up: This man knows about monsters!
Soon Johnson was in a panic again. How did Mr. Morenza know? Didn't he meet him by accident
The boy full of cranky thoughts suddenly felt that the air around his body became abnormal, as if he had fallen into a huge bag.
The shaking stopped, and the black fur balls that appeared in the room continued to bounce as if they had not been seen.
Federico was in a mixed mood.
The number of monsters in the abandoned world was not large at the beginning. It was no problem for the power user to find a house to hide, but the power would attract power. Even if the powerful S-level power user was not in the abandoned world, monsters would be attracted across the space. . This leads to a bad situation where monsters are often waiting for them when they enter the Abandoned World.
This is the first time Federic has seen monsters in his home since the beginning of the plot.
Now his luck has been shattered, and 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 looked puzzled
"right."
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 more important excessive plot SO won't freeze to death, saving the world is an illusion.
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Federick took a book-piercer script with a very reliable IQ and logic [Hello], well, in short, he is a book-piercer, but he is a good person.
Not all the reincarnated people in the previous article were killed, and certainly not all the negative characters in this article.
About Federico's career... [I said this is an entertainment article]
[You are enough]
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Finally, Li Fei's big nickname, Balrog is a more westernized word. Li Fei, the boss of the mysterious organization in the original novel with fantasy color, insists on a low-key line. Obviously, he will not call himself a nickname, it is from a foreigner.