The locomotive was moving fast, the roar was deafening, Johnson pressed against the other man's broad chest, and the bitter orange smell of tobacco and men's perfume on his clothes made his head dizzy.

His cheeks, which were numb from the cold, regained consciousness, and then he felt a faint 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 he was carried into the house by the man with a dull expression.

The warm breath enveloped his whole body, and the red color on his skin soon appeared, which was a sign of frostbite, and the tingling sensation soon came out. Johnson kept himself from scratching, and he knew very well what it felt like to have chilblains festering.

The man was at the entrance of the house, patting the snow off his body and taking off his windproof goggles and hat.

He was tall, close to two meters, and Johnson was a pitiful little in front of him, less than the height of the other party's chest. The man has blonde hair, blue eyes as clear as the sky, a rough and wild appearance, because he is not shaved, and there is a faint stubble shadow on the chin.

The man stretched out his hand, without bending over, and the palm of his hand could be placed just above Johnson's head: "Little ghost, go in and sit down." ”

Johnson cowered in the corner of the shoe rack, he was not very bold, and when he saw the living room that could be used as a small basketball court, he was so nervous that he didn't even know where to put his hands.

He had seen it on TV at Katie Charlie's house, and such a house was a mansion.

The black leather sofa is stacked with soft throw pillows, an entire wall is a rainforest ecological tank, the sprinklers are working on time, the leaves of plants are full of water droplets, and lizards are lazily sheltering from the rain under the leaves.

The reptilian cold vertical pupils are terrifying to watch.

Johnson was pushed on the shoulder by the man, almost stepping on the beautifully patterned handmade carpet, and he hurriedly pressed the wall to balance, only to find that his dirty hands had left two marks on the snow-white wall.

“……”

The man threw his coat on the coat rack, rolled up his sleeves, and led Johnson to a guest bathroom next to the living room.

Turn on the water heater, skillfully adjust the temperature, a steady stream of hot water gushes out of the pipe, and the water level in the bathtub slowly rises.

Johnson hurriedly stepped back, his whole body pressed against the wall.

"How long have you been walking in the snow?" The man frowned, the clothes on this little imp were intact, there were no open threads, and there were no patches, not like they were picked up from the garbage heap, but Johnson's cousin was no different from a street child.

The city of Bangolo is very bustling, and there is food relief for the homeless, not to mention a child.

"I, I ......"

"Is it domestic violence? Running away from home? ”

Johnson shook his head and then slumped to the door.

"Your face is frozen red, tsk, aren't you afraid of chilblains these little ghosts?" The man took off the boy's coat in a few clicks without giving Johnson a chance to defend himself in a strong and domineering tone.

Then Johnson was really frightened.

Although he was only fourteen years old, Johnson had seen too much darkness due to poverty, and when he didn't even have a house, there were prostitutes who sold their bodies for food in the tent area. Near the female, there are also young teenagers. Later, the boys who bullied him at school often put such insulting words on their lips, and Johnson understood them even if he didn't want to.

Probably thinking of this, the man let go of his hand, raised his feet and went out, leaving behind the sentence "You wash yourself".

The door to the bathroom was slammed shut.

Johnson quickly put the coat back on, and he looked around uneasily, the water vapor sticking intimately against his skin.

White tiles, gilded bathroom facilities, a lot of bottles and jars next to the washbasin, and a small bottle of shell-shaped perfume next to the bathtub.

There are no windows, and the ventilation fan overhead makes a slight noise.

The man outside the bathroom, changed his clothes and searched for juice at home barefoot for a long time, and there were only a variety of wines in the cupboard, and he went to the kitchen to boil hot water with a headache.

The snowstorm is just in time for Christmas, and the nanny and Filipino maid at home are not there, so they can only do it themselves.

I rinsed some cocoa powder with hot water, and the mellow smell wafted through the living room.

The man casually recalled that the child's thin face was only the size of a palm, and a pair of blue eyes looked at him blankly through the wind and snow.

Tsk, it looks like I used to be in front of myself in the window on Christmas night.

This little devil is still wearing so little, if no one cares, I'm afraid he will freeze to death on the street the next morning!

The man lit a cigarette, and he could still vaguely feel the child's head shrinking and his whole body stiffening in his chest. The locomotive was driving fast, and he didn't wear any other helmet when he went out, and the wind and snow were howling, so he could only wrap this little ghost 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 in the circle every year, not to mention bringing people directly into the house, which is a bit out of line.

After smoking a cigarette, the estimated time was about the same, the man walked into the bathroom and found that the bathtub was full of water and automatically stopped discharging, and the child was still curled up there in dirty clothes and did not move.

Tsk, that's troublesome.

The man impatiently reached out to help him undress the little imp he had picked up home again, he knew that if he didn't be tougher, the imp might have been standing here in a daze.

Oddly enough, Johnson didn't struggle this time.

As he stuffed the cold-red child into the bathtub, the man heard a timid question.

“…… Mr. Morenza? ”

Holding down the shampoo's hand and stopping, the man raised his eyebrows: This is a change of clothes to recognize?

"Katie is your fan, she's a fanatic."

Men don't even have the interest to respond a word, and when it comes to fans, it's all over the United States and the world.

"Katie only came back in the middle of the night last month to see your concert." Johnson seemed a little excited, because whether it was in his hometown of Nansa, or in this strange city, the superstar Federico Morensa was a common topic, although he didn't understand why Katie and his classmates were fascinated by a singer, but this did not prevent him from knowing that Mr. Morensa was very good, and the TV show the day before yesterday was still showing the news that the civilian students sponsored by Morenza were admitted to Ivy League schools.

Johnson listened to all sorts of kind things about this man.

The man named Federico changed his expression a little: "Who is Katie you?" ”

"It's my former public school teacher."

Teacher......

The man returned to normal and continued to be busy.

"My uncle went missing in a hurricane, and Katie and Charlie are unmarried and are going to adopt me and bring me to the city." Johnson, 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 was gloomy, and he didn't speak.

The frostbitten hands and feet were itchy from the hot water, and Johnson knew he couldn't scratch it, but he couldn't help rubbing it with his fingertips.

"Don't catch it!"

"Oh......"

After tossing for half an hour, the man lifted the hot-smoky young man out of the bathroom.

Johnson was wrapped in a thick wool sweater that didn't fit well, holding a cup of hot cocoa, and only repeating thank you, Federico didn't take much effort to reveal the truth about the teenager's runaway.

"Katie is going to marry Charlie next year, and the cost is huge, and we've been eating potatoes and hard bread for a week, and I ...... yesterday," Johnson uneasily covered up the appearance of the strange furball, and only said vaguely, "I accidentally broke the furniture, although they didn't say anything, but Katie was under a lot of pressure, and they quarreled behind my back every day." ”

Seeing Johnson with his head about to be buried in the cup, the man sitting on the sofa in the living room had a cold look in his eyes: a young woman who worries about family expenses all day long, eats potatoes for her children all day long, and still has the money to go to her concert?

The amount of tickets is not cheap.

I want to chase stars and get married, and the financial pressure is so great, I still have to adopt a child...... Why is that?

Can't have children? Then why don't you look for someone who is younger and wait until you are 30 years old and your career and family are stable? In such a hurry, bring a child from the distant state of Nansa .

This little ghost said that he was fourteen years old, and this little body was almost ten years old!

Federico rubbed his chin for a moment.

Wait a minute! Nansa state, hurricane, fourteen-year-old teenager with a bad life, no parents, the former guardian is an uncle...... This keyword is a bit familiar!

"What's your name?"

Johnson hesitated and whispered, "Katie said that my adoption procedures are not completed yet, and that not saying your name casually outside will cause them trouble." ”

“…… Let's put it another way, what's your last name? ”

"Brown."

Federico leaned back heavily on the couch and muttered a cowboy of the West.

"Sir?" Johnson was uneasy.

"Nothing." Federico barely squeezed out a smile and gritted his teeth, "Do you want to go back to South Sarsen, or go to church for help?" The Social Welfare and Relief Agency will ask you where you came from and cause trouble for 'Good Katie'! After all, they didn't fulfill their responsibilities of temporary guardianship, leaving you on the streets on a snowy night. ”

Johnson was a little flustered, clutching his cup and not daring to speak.

"Or, I can think of a suitable solution for you, and now you can go and rest first."

Federico led the cramped boy upstairs to the guest room and said a few reassuring words.

When the door was closed, the superstar, who did not hide his bad temper in the face of countless paparazzi, was irritable and wanted to sweep the things on the table to the ground, but he stopped abruptly and threw himself on the sofa in frustration.

"Go for a walk on Christmas Day and pick up a main character...... Damn it! It's so far from Nansa that you can still encounter it! ”

This little devil is a big problem! The child of destiny who moves and walks, a double S-class ability, is comparable to the strength of a god.

Federico had a terrible headache, and if "Katie" and "Charlie" were in front of him, he would definitely beat them up! These fellow book-wearers who don't know what to do are all Shit in their heads!

Although everyone has their own ambitions, there are people like Federico who don't want to get involved in the plot, and there are people who are bent on running for the protagonist, but to cultivate the protagonist, you should cultivate it well! What's the deal with giving Johnson a hard bread with stewed potatoes?! also made the protagonist run away from home and almost freeze to death on the street!!

God, the door-slamming book wearer, still spends his money on his own concert tickets!

If this were a book with a blackened protagonist, Federico would definitely be hated.

The man smoked hard, his face was hideous in the slowly rising smoke, and the madness in his heart was hard to describe.

Twenty-five years into this world and dreams and ambitions have been realized, Federico is ready to survive carefully after the plot begins. Avoid a qiē trouble, as long as you survive ten years, anyway, in the end, the protagonist wins, and he has no psychological pressure.

Outcome!

"Why am I going out today?" Federico muttered to himself with a headache.

On second thought, if he hadn't appeared, would the protagonist who would have decided the fate of the United States and the world really freeze to death?

This feeling of accidentally saving the world......

Federico couldn't laugh or cry, he still had a bit of luck in his heart. Brown is an ordinary surname, and the area affected by Hurricane Nansa is also large, and Katie, who has to adopt a teenager, may have a bad brain-

The house shook violently, but nothing could be heard.

Forsaken the world!

Federik looked stern, rushed up to the second floor, opened the door of the room, and saw the young man who was pale with fright, trembling and wrapped in a sheet and wanted to hide under the bed.

“……”

"Don't move! Those black hairballs love 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? Wasn't it a coincidence that he met him?

The young man, who was full of thoughts, suddenly felt the air around his body become abnormal, as if he had fallen into a huge bag, and Federico was next to him, putting his hand on Johnson's shoulder, and they seemed to be staying in a glass cover.

The shaking stopped, and the black fur balls that appeared in the room continued to bounce as if they hadn't seen them.

Federico had mixed feelings.

The number of monsters in the abandoned world is not much at the beginning, and it's okay for the ability to find a house to hide, but power will attract power, and the powerful S-class ability, even if it's not in the abandoned world, will attract monsters across the space. This leads them to a terrible situation when they enter the abandoned world, often when monsters are waiting for them to come.

This is the first time Federico has seen a monster in his house since the plot began.

Now his luck has been shattered, and the boy under the palm of his hand can only be the protagonist.

“…… Brown! When you grow up, don't go to China! Federico blurted out.

“China？” Johnson's eyes were full of doubt

"Yes."

It was the territory of the Devourer and the Firefiend.