"Hey, bartender, do you see a bald man who looks like me?"

"Why is this the kind of problem today?" The bartender looked at him confusedly, wiped the droppings from his eyes, yawned and said, "Gone with a woman." ”

"Women?" Curly's eyebrows furrowed suddenly, and he hurriedly asked them the direction of departure.

After asking, he picked up the wine glass on the table that had not been taken away, took a sip of the residual wine inside, and disappeared behind the side door under the surprised gaze of everyone.

After going out, he scolded as he walked, "Dead bald, he said that he was here to find someone, and he soaked in a girl!" No wonder you don't have long hair and a bad brain! ”

Scolding and scolding, he suddenly found that he was still on the ground, and he couldn't help but be a little curious.

After looking around, I noticed that the environment was completely different from before. There is no steampunk style, but it is very similar to the inn of the old western movie.

Wooden floors, wooden ceilings, wooden doors...... He hurriedly tapped his hand on the ground, only to find that it was nothing more than spray paint, and in fact it was metal.

"There are so many rooms, how can you find them." Curly hair doesn't care about anything, his mind is full of pictures of the bald head being happy, and his heart says that he must mix his good deeds.

However, this time must not be as reckless as the last one. He doesn't think that just because he hasn't been beaten once doesn't mean he won't be beaten in the future.

So, he resorted to obscene tactics. Leaning against the door and listening to the movement inside, I thought that I could always hear something about it.

After listening to five doors in a row, the wind and grass did not move, and it was true that the face was red and the ears were red.

"Life here is too erosive", his mouth was spitting on these crazy men and women, but he still couldn't help but linger in front of the first five doors for a long time.

As the voices inside quieted down, he walked to the door of the sixth room.

Before he could put his ear on it, he heard a heart-rending sound from inside. The smile on Curly's face suddenly froze.

"It's a dead bald man!"

The sound sounds more than a tragic word, it is comparable to the howl of a woman who has difficulty giving birth.

"Dead bald, hold on!" Curly let out a roar and kicked the door without saying anything.

With a "click", the doorknob kicked off, and the door remained firmly closed.

What a situation!

Because the spray paint was so immersive, he completely forgot that the door was also made of metal. While holding his trembling calves, he complained that he was too impulsive and startled the snake.

"Calm down, calm down...... I've got superpowers! ”

Crooked back to the door, he took a deep breath, imagining the shape of the doorknob inside the door, his hand making a circle in the air.

"Grock."

That's it! Curly watched the door slowly open and limped in. Before he could see the long-lost head, he felt that someone had been kicked heavily in the back and threw himself on the bed.

"Eh!" He didn't care about the pain, and wanted to look back to see who had attacked him.

As soon as he looked up, the scene in front of him frightened him half of his soul.

The bald head was naked, covered in blood, and his eyes were closed and he was lying motionless in front of him, and he didn't know if he was dead.

"Bald! Wake up! Curly at first showed that he hated him, but he just thought that he was a person who liked to show off.

And his former teammates have become like this, and he is also a little worried.

Thinking that he had been kicked in the back just now, he hurriedly turned his head to look back. I saw a woman in underwear, standing on the stall with her hair scattered, staring at herself, and the rest of the half-pulled soul was almost scared away.

"Who are you!"

The woman did not answer his words, but let out a beastly roar, and the breath that came out of her nostrils or mouth, fanning the black threads scattered across her face.

The faint light of the bedside lamp made Curly unable to see her real face clearly, and only felt that she had to strike first.

So, holding his breath, he quickly raised his left hand, as if pinching something, and aimed it at the woman's neck.

"Uh...... Uh......", the woman's feedback, and the powerless struggle, made the curly hair a lot less afraid.

But instead of showing a happy expression, he became even more confused. The heart said that the bald head also has superpowers, or is it the kind of ability similar to the magic level that he envies very much, why did he end up like this?

Seeing that the woman had little room to resist, Curly Hair freed up a hand and touched the bald ankle, and when she noticed that the pulse was still there, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, he focused all his attention on this demon-like woman, "Stinky girl, even if he is not very popular with his bald head, you don't need such a ruthless hand, see if I don't crush you!" ”

"Don't!"

Just as Curly was about to clench his hands into fists, a strange man rushed in.

"Please, don't hurt her! I've got a sedative, a sedative! ”

"Where the hell did you come from! Get out of the way, get out of the way! ”

The man cried and complained, not at all like he was pretending, and before he could get the curly's consent, a needle was pricked in the woman's shoulder.

"I've been drugged, look! You can let it go, please, I'm just such a relative! ”

There aren't many words from men, but every sentence is so sincere. Especially the word "relatives", it set off the memories of curly hair.

"Relatives, I haven't heard this word for a long time."

A skinny figure, stumbling down the streets of Brooklyn. Compared to the sleeping homeless man on the side of the road, he looked even more pitiful.

No relatives, no reason, not even a blanket.

This little boy is the epitome of Curly's entire childhood. Being able to get a homeless blanket was his greatest wish at that time.

"It's almost okay, don't remember it, if you don't let go, I'll ...... it."

The man was also forced to be anxious, and he knew what he was recalling by looking at the curly hair's expression, and it was okay to go on like this. Without saying a word, he pulled out a mini pistol from his waist and aimed it at him.

"If my sister dies, I won't live anymore, and none of us want to live!"

Curly finally let go, and the woman snapped and fell onto the carpet. It's not because the man took out his weapon, but because his words reminded him of his long-hidden past.

"Duanmu, Duanmu, wake up!" The man shouted hoarsely, his hoarse voice echoing through the room.

"Uh......", Curly scratched his head, not knowing whether to interrupt him.

"Duanmu, don't leave your brother, my brother said that he would cure your illness, and we have to go to live on a new planet!"

"Ahem, uh......", Curly finally attracted the man's attention, and cleared his throat again: "You, it seems that you gave her a sedative just now." ”