DeepSky_Luo Xiang's short stories

Whether it is a vicious criminal or a lonely commoner, as long as there is no way out, there will always be people who give alms, maybe just bring a bowl of fried rice, but it can bring back life to anyone who eats it. It is simply hidden The gods in the universe.

This is an urban legend that has been passed down among steel bars and iron castings--Baratie's hidden back alley.

After successfully killing seven of the Diamonds, Trafalgarro finally felt dizzy due to excessive blood loss. As a doctor, he was able to accurately estimate his own blood loss and dealt with it as much as possible from the very beginning wound. Next, he had to move himself to a place of relative safety before slipping into a coma.

This operation still failed... It can't be said that it was a bad move.

No matter how much you investigate yourself, and how carefully you deploy your combat plan, as long as you can't find out that Joker and the military are colluding with each other, you will make a fatal mistake.

"Damn it..." He gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and firmly supported the corner of the dark alley, "Here... it's not okay..."

He knew very well that if he fell here, once he woke up, he would probably be greeted by Joker's fierce smiling face. But all the way to escape, his body had reached its limit, his eyes went dark, and the last thing he felt was his cheek Hitting the icy ground hard.

aroma?

The faint fragrance dragged Luo out of the almost gloomy slumber.

He slowly opened his eyes. After a moment of stupefaction, he remembered that he should be glad that he was not dead or caught. This is not a torture room or a dungeon, but an ordinary bedroom. Luo moved his arm and immediately realized Until someone bandaged his wound, and the technique was not bad. He struggled to get up, opened the door and went out.

There is a dining table in the outside room. The aroma comes from a plate of fried rice on the table. Although it is a bit unbelievable to think this way, it seems that the aroma of the food really makes me wake up.

A bowl of fried rice...?

Luo inexplicably remembered that urban legend. Maybe he really met him.

But before confirming safety, the doctor will never act rashly. He needs to know more about the situation. Suddenly, an indistinct voice came from behind another door. Luo slowed down and walked over. The moment the door opened, He saw a man, with his back turned to him, cooking a pot of soup. The man was wearing home clothes and a white apron. He heard the sound of the door and looked towards this side. His golden soft forehead covered his right side cheek, showing a curled eyebrow over his left eye, which was a beautiful clear blue.

Strangers, but it still cannot be ruled out that they were deliberately arranged by Joker.

"You brought me back?" Luo leaned on the door frame and looked at him.

"Who taught you to fall in the back alley of my restaurant?" The man waved his hand nonchalantly, and turned his gaze back to look after the pot of fragrant soup, "I just got it back because you looked like you were dying. What, you mean Did I save the wrong one?"

"The back alley...does it mean the back alley of Baratie?" After getting affirmation, Luo looked at him in disbelief. He actually came to the legendary place by accident. The point is not this, the problem is that he is staying in the Here, it may bring a lot of trouble to this man. The doctor frowned. "Don't pick up dead people who don't know the truth."

"Which round will I get a dead man to teach me?" The blond man took a sip of the soup in a small dish, nodded in satisfaction, and then turned around and asked him, "Are you hungry?"

"..." His life was almost at stake, so there was nothing to worry about. Now that he finally recovered, the doctor realized that he was really hungry.

"If you still know what it means to be hungry, I have a reason to save you... Hurry up and eat, unless you fill your stomach first, otherwise I will not answer any of your questions." The blond man gave an ultimatum unceremoniously.

"So, your name? There should be a title, right?"

"Sanji."

"Isn't that the answer?" The doctor met the slightly sullen gaze of the blond man, slightly raised the corners of his lips, "Trafalgaro."