Chapter 16

This summer, the temperature on Meteor Street remains high.

There are no trees, no vegetation, no rivers and lakes, the Thirteenth District of Meteor Street is a world of garbage, with discarded items and... discarded people.

Franklin sat cross-legged on the ground and meditated, his eyes staring ahead intently.

He wants to ensure that the child is within his sight.

It is actually not difficult to do this. Empty your brain and keep your sight at the same time. It is like a landmine. If no one steps on it, it will not explode. Once someone appears, it will immediately enter a state of protection.

If he was not careful, Franklin was still distracted.

He was attracted by the little guy's desire to walk, scratched his head and interrupted his practice.

The latest new games are "Stand" and "Walking".

With Franklin's support on his back, the one-year-old child no longer crawled on the ground, tied his legs with toy doll limbs, and even shaking his body and could barely stand up.

It is a very anti-human behavior that can walk without a spine.

Franklin said he didn't understand, it would be great.

This way of walking is similar to the human stilt-striped game. The child has cut off the bottom of the thigh and installed other things, and then he learned the instincts that humans should have. Without taking a few steps, he rushed into Franklin's thigh, with no expression on his bandaged face, and his mouth opened and closed.

That means "yi" and "ya", and occasionally "wang" lip shape appears.

Franklin is a qualified guarantor. He ignores everything he doesn't understand and concentrates on becoming stronger and raising children. As long as the little guy wants to survive, he will not ruin his life.

"Good, one more step."

He took the process of throwing the little guy over as a step to walk.

Comes with filters.

That's all.

After a year of getting along, Franklin didn't even think the little guy was ugly. He stripped off the appearance of humans and was still a well-behaved and cute child.

The little guy rolled on his thighs for the easiest play.

Franklin had a daddy smile on his face, and then he restrained himself and looked in a certain direction with a sharp look. A man wearing a white coat rare in Meteor Street was smiling friendly at him, holding a young girl in a foreign skirt who seemed to not appear in District 13 of Meteor Street.

"People from other districts?" Franklin was thinking about how to kill people from a distance.

There is no way, Alice's red dress is too dazzling and is incompatible with the environment of Meteor Street.

He was worried that the person who chased Huina a year ago would come again.

But the middle-aged man did not take a step forward and left after watching it. Instead, the young blonde girl holding in his hand said lively: "Lin Taro, look! She is from Meteor Street!" The young blonde girl shook the middle-aged man's arms, "We just came to Meteor Street and haven't talked to anyone yet."

The middle-aged man said in a depressed tone: "How to eat is the most important thing than speaking."

The young blonde girl said crisply: "With Lin Taro's skills, she will definitely be able to eat. Let's look for it again."

One big and one small disappeared from sight.

Franklin was stunned.

He took back his malicious thoughts and murmured: "Are the strong man from outside Meteor Street?"

However, it still looks very weak.

A week passed, and there was rumors of a doctor who was paying for a cheap fee in District 13. Even the children struggling in the garbage dump knew that the other party only needed food and supplies to help with treatment.

Incredibly…This doctor claims to be good at making prosthetics.

Prosthetic limbs touched the hearts of many disabled Meteor Street people, and no one does not desire to restore their bodies to complete.

One day in mid-July.

"It is necessary to have good wood and carving tools. Oh, it would be better if there is paper and pen to draw the drawing." Mori Ou clasped his hands together and whispered to the injured who came to seek treatment. "Without these things, I can't create a prosthetic limb out of thin air that allows you to move. It's useless for you to threaten me."

"Is this what you ask for?" Franklin sat opposite him, staring at him threateningly. Even though the middle-aged man had no ability to recite, he still felt that this person was not an ordinary person.

Will ordinary people go to District 13 of Meteor Street to open a clinic?

I feel impatient to live!

Mori Ou's eyes flashed across the place on Franklin's chest, where a child was hidden.

“Yes, that’s needed.”

"I will bring it to you."

Franklin comforted the child who wanted to get out of his clothes.

After saying that, Franklin went to grab supplies.

Alice, who acted as a nurse in the clinic, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What a dangerous person, Lin Taro."

Mori Ou grabbed his greasy hair, "It's okay."

For the brain-minded, Franklin is a simple-minded guy with a well-developed limbs.

Suddenly, Mori Ouwa screamed: "Alice~, I forgot!"

Alice opened her blue eyes wide.

Mori Ou trembled, "I should add a condition and let him give Alice a ribbon skirt." Alice and he directed and acted by himself: "I want you to take a shower more than clothes, the smelly Lin Taro!"

The black-haired kid who was beating the enemy Hakka: "..."

Why does [book] have to be simulated so realistically, such a bad adult.

He turned his head and avoided Mi Ji's fat claws stretched towards him.

"Hey? Have you heard me?"

Mi Ke, who is the same age as a black-haired child, has never had a playmate. Since he learned that he had a young uncle at home, he is so excited that he wants to come to him every day and share his toys.

"Papati!" Mi Ji shouted his name in a vain, "Let's play hide-and-seek!"

Dazai Osamu, who looks three years old and has a psychological age (3+?), looks cold and "No." No matter how old he is, he just doesn't want to play hide-and-seek with this childish little kid. With the experience of autistic children, he wants to behave well and is also to behave well to the real power figures of the Tikka family.

After leaving prison/incarnation, the human character of the black-haired child has revived a lot, and the "Dazai Osamu" side has formed an overwhelming advantage, which has made him accept a new name and is willing to call himself "Dazai Osamu" in his heart.

Anyway, he has always had many names.

Mi Ji was hit and turned grief into appetite and ate snacks, "I won't give it to you!"

The butler standing next to him smiled secretly.

I have to say that this scene is very warm, especially the appearance of Master Mi Ji and Master Papati is outstanding. He is not lacking in nutrition at a young age. His cheeks are full of baby fat, like two soft little dumplings.

Dazai Osamu, who became a member of the killer family, slid down from his seat, stepped on the ground, and accidentally stepped on the dog's tail. The dog, who was nestled beside his chair, raised his head, looked at him with a wet look, then whimpered, pulled out his tail, and licked his own tail.

Very docile.

It can no longer be called a puppy, and it is no less than a husky.

Dazai Osamu once thought it had taken hormones, otherwise how could it have grown so big in a year?

"Sanmao, take me out."

Dazai Osamu, who has short legs, chose the latter between walking and being lazy.

He climbed onto his one-year-old dog.

The dog, a hunting dog named "Sanmao", stood up in high spirits and carried the owner out. He was so confused that he was about to drool: "I want to keep a pet, too."

The housekeeper said with a respectful smile as if wearing a mask: "Master Miji, you need to inform the master and his wife to keep pets. You are sure to keep them. I can buy one for you."

Mi Ji said verbally, but he left it behind after a while.

Children of this age prefer toy models than pets.

After the black-haired child left the toy room, the housekeeper walked aside and called: "Please pay attention to the safety of Master Papati. Be sure not to let him leave your protection." In the housekeeper's opinion, Master Papati is still too introverted and indifferent, and would rather play with his pets than play with his relatives.

Sanmao was energetic at first, carrying his master with great energy. After an hour, Sanmao became wilted. He walked on the road and began to stick out his tongue and gasp, and took his master down the mountain with difficulty.

Finally arrived at the mountainside, Sanmao's four feet lay down at the gate of the trial gate.

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Under the towering seven trial doors, the tiny black-haired child tried to push the door.

The silk threads in the door crack have not moved.

No one who beats the Hakka children has been able to open the first door at the age of three.

He raised his head and looked at the world blocked by the door, as if he saw different destinies outside the door.

[Is this my life in another world?]

Too scary.

No...the door...locked...

Yokohama's alienated juvenile body was silent, and the technology was useless.

Compared to the restrained Papati Beat Dike, he really wants to be a casual Osamu Dazai, who can go wherever he wants, and change jobs wherever he wants.

He thought with a straight face.

How many years will it take to run away from home?
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