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"Thank you." The middle-aged man with the pot head looked at the little doctor in front of him with admiration.

"Thank you."

He thanks again.

The orphanage does not have the ability to take the children to the hospital, nor does it have enough money to send a doctor to the orphanage, so it can only wait for social assistance.

The sudden appearance of the little doctor almost solved the urgent need of the orphanage.

"You are very kind." The middle-aged man with the pot head said.

He still had a straight face and no smile, but he still gave Qiyu enough affirmation in his words.

"I didn't actually do anything." Saitama was a little at a loss, he just happened to help Mori Ogai manage the clinic, happened to help purchase goods, and happened to buy a batch of medicines at a very low price.

That's it.

"I want to ask you a favor." The middle-aged man with the pot head hesitated a little, and finally said, "Come with me."

In the deepest part of the orphanage, which was completely enclosed and had almost no windows, there was an orphan who did not participate in the medical examination.

The heavy door opened slowly in front of his eyes, and Qiyu slowly saw everything inside.

"why is it like this."

The medicine box in his hand almost fell to the ground.

In the secret room, a somewhat thin young boy was heavily chained. He tried to break free from the chain, but it was in vain. He didn't even have enough strength to raise his head, so he could only lower his head, tilt his head, and his eyes looked strangely. Look over here.

The middle-aged man with the pot head went in first, standing there like a giant mountain with his hands behind his back, "If you don't know what to do, just hate me."

"Hate me, that's what you're alive for."

The little boy struggled wildly, but he only had very little strength, like a beautiful cub with its wings broken.

"You gave him a sedative!" Qiyu saw it at a glance, he didn't care about other things, and quickly stepped forward to help the little boy check, "His health is very bad. This is very painful, you..."

In an instant, Qiyu couldn't recognize the middle-aged man with the pot head.

There are many pinhole marks on the little boy's arm. The tranquilizer is one aspect, and there are also traces of nutritional needles. He probably will never be able to live without these chains, and he hardly even eats by himself.

"You're killing him."

"I want to take him away!"

Qiyu didn't want the little boy to stay here any longer.

"No."

"He can only stay here."

"You can only hate me."

He will think of a way, will find a way to solve the strange ability of the little boy, and then let him go; if there is no way to solve it, let the little boy hate himself, at least this way he can live with purpose.

"Ah..." Qiyu stood up slowly, opened the medicine box, took out a soft gauze to help the little boy wrap the place where the chain was rubbed, and did not propose to take him away again.

The light that appeared in the little boy's eyes because of "taking him away" gradually dimmed, and resentment towards the little doctor arose again.

This little doctor who obviously does not belong to the orphanage is so annoying and resentful.

"Let's go." Qiyu put away the medicine box, stood up, and planned to leave.

The chain behind him shook violently again, with a loud sound, mixed with the hoarse roar of the little boy.

Saitama didn't look back.

The middle-aged man with Jarhead closed the door and took Qiyu back to the office.

"Is there nothing you can do?" The middle-aged man sighed.

"He's a supernatural being, isn't he?" Saitama recalled when he came up with Chuya Nakahara in the morning, he saw the destroyed farmland by the roadside and some bloodstains belonging to livestock, but he didn't think much about it. I thought it was because this place was too remote, and there would be wild animals appearing at night.

But after seeing the little boy in chains, everything became clear.

"He can't control his abilities." The middle-aged man with a pothead said, "I want to strip his abilities and let him live as an ordinary person."

Live well that way.

"Let's figure out a way together." Saitama couldn't just sit idly by the little boy.

"Thank you."

The lunch in the orphanage is very simple, a thick soup with a small piece of meat and a lot of potatoes, because it has good seasoning, it tastes very good.

In the afternoon, I helped clean up the damaged farmland outside, and even went to the house where the livestock were damaged.

The middle-aged Guojahead asked for 'compensation for the livestock', but the family refused.

"It will be great when the beast will no longer appear."

"Livestock will die after a while. It's all money. The loss is too great."

"Think about it."

"Can't you drive him away?"

Because of the loss of farmland and livestock, the 'beasts' that appear at night are hated by everyone.Even because of a long time, they all know that the 'beast' is in the orphanage, and they even have a prejudice against the orphanage.

Qiyu was very sure that he couldn't help the little boy now, and when he finished helping, he almost ran away.

He said he wanted to come to the orphanage to help, but he couldn't help.

As soon as he came out of the orphanage, Qiyu saw Nakahara Chuya standing under the big tree.

"Did you wait a long time?" Saitama trotted over.

"Just arrived." Zhongyuan Zhong refused to say that he had actually arrived long ago, squatting on a tree and looking at the orphanage for a long time.

"I want to go to the Armed Detective Agency." Saitama said.

The orange-haired boy paused, and instantly knew that Saitama's life in the orphanage was not going well.He swallowed what he wanted to ask about the situation of the orphanage, and said instead, "I'll accompany you."

The situation of the little boy was very special. Even Saitama felt that he had mastered very good medical skills, but he was still at a loss what to do.

He spent almost the whole afternoon thinking about the solution, and in the end he could only think of asking the Armed Detective Agency for help.

Armed Detective Agency.

Qiyu is no longer a stranger to this place, and the people inside are not so hostile and defensive towards Zhongyuanzhong.

It's just that Kunikida ran to open the door, and when he found out that it was Saitama, he immediately looked back at Edogawa Ranpo who was sitting behind the large desk, holding a bag of potato chips and eating bite by bite.

"I can't answer the question you want to ask."

"You go."

Edogawa Ranpo didn't even want to let Saitama in. Compared with his previous attitude, he looked like a different person.

But the young man's tone was still lazy and childish, and it seemed that he was embarrassed because he rejected Saitama.He turned around quickly, facing Saitama at the door with the back of his head.

"But my business is very important." Saitama refused to leave.

"Saitama." Nakahara Chuya stepped forward to push the door, trying to force Qitama in.

"Have you ever seen a stage play?" Edogawa Luanbu put down his snacks and walked to the door. "The plot in the script has a specific time and logic. If a specific plot suddenly does not follow the usual rules, it will change the entire stage drastically." got confused."

“The plot of the stage play is messed up, and the audience will leave.”

"Stage plays fail."

"Actors who participate in the dance will be punished and may not be able to act in stage plays from then on."

"Saitama, that's what you're going to do."

Destroy a stage play, causing the actors to die.

"I don't understand." Saitama felt that he didn't understand.

"I just think……"

Edogawa hurriedly covered Saitama's mouth with his hand, "Don't say it."

Saitama looked at the anxious young man without blinking, and tears slowly filled in his eyes.

He felt sorry for the little boy and wanted to help him.

But Mr. Ranpo wouldn't even let him speak.

"What's the matter!" Zhongyuan Zhong also saw the crystal liquid seeping from the corner of the boy's eyes, and immediately pulled him behind him, glaring at Edogawa Luanbu.

The young man who refused righteously also panicked, as if he had done something huge wrong, he looked left and right, pushed Kunikida away who was also eyeing him, came out of the office by himself, and closed the door.

"Shhh." The young man lowered his voice in a panic, "Qiyu, I really can't help you with this matter. But you are different from Mr. Hat, and maybe you need to add others."

"They're different because of you."

"You are special."

"You can do what you want, it may be a little risky, but as long as it is your will, it will succeed."

Although the stage play may fail, and the actor may die because of it.

But the lethality of an ordinary teenager with tears in his eyes is really too strong.

Obviously, when Kunikida was trained by the president to die, he also cried, but at that time, the young man was watching a good show by the side, completely indifferent, and even wanted to eat snacks.

"Mr. Ranpo, thank you." Saitama wiped his eyes vigorously, feeling useless.

But finally got the hint.

"Don't thank me." The young man felt that he was not worthy of such a thank you.

"You have difficulties." Saitama seemed to understand what Mr. Ranpo said.

"I'm going back." Like a child who has done something wrong, the young man quickly opened the door and ran back, fleeing completely.

This made the orange-haired boy very dissatisfied, "He made you cry."

As a result, he fled back.

"It's my own uselessness." Saitama pulled Nakahara Chuya downstairs, "Actually, what he said is correct, this matter may really depend on me."

"No, there is also you, Chuya."

Perhaps, he has the right to modify the script.

It's just that even Ranpo Edogawa isn't sure he'll succeed.

But he still had to try.

"I will help you whatever you want." Nakahara Chuya decided to let go of the useless armed detective agency for the time being.

"Go back to your residence first," Saitama said.

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly stopped, and suggested in a low voice, "Shouldn't you go to the clinic first? What if there is a patient today."

"If a patient goes to the clinic, the people from Mr. Mori's side will notify me." Saitama said slyly, "Even if they can't find out, you will find out."

He knew that the orange-haired boy often jumped onto the tallest building in Yokohama, overlooking the panorama below, especially around the clinic.

Moreover, the mafia has arranged two groups of troops to secretly protect the clinic.

"Ah, do you want to go to the supermarket to buy?" The orange-haired boy began to dawdle.

"Not for now, we don't need anything."

"I want to eat fried chicken."

It is rare that Zhong Yuanzhong also offered to go out to eat.

Qiyu looked back at the young man, "Chuya, you've been a little angry recently, you can't eat fried chicken." "Chuya, is there something wrong at home?"