Once, when he was picking up garbage in the city, he accidentally passed by an abandoned house, and there was a strong smell of blood and a cry of a baby coming from it, so he walked in curiously, and when he entered, he saw a dark-skinned baby lying on a large piece of flesh that was steaming with a thick bloody mouth. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Bob's heart was soft for no reason after seeing it, he didn't have a woman, and naturally he didn't have a son, so he took off his clothes and wrapped the baby in the flesh, and stretched out his finger to put it in his mouth to tease, and the baby grabbed old Bob's finger and began to suck, while giggling.

Seeing the baby like this, old Bob stopped picking up garbage, and hurriedly rushed back to town with the baby, and began to raise the baby as if it were his own son.

He also gave the baby a name, Klaus, which he had taken from a pre-war novel, in which Klaus was a powerful monster with black skin and a very strong one.

After taking the name, Bob treated Klaus as if he were his own son, and raised Klaus with a handful of and urine.

Slowly, as Klaus grew bigger and bigger, his figure was getting closer and closer to the meaning of his name, a strong monster with black skin.

Klaus was as tall as Bob when he was ten years old, and at the same time he could pick up Bob's hammer of more than twenty pounds to strike iron.

It was a bad deal to be bored at the time, because in the wasteland, it was better to have one more laborer than one more mouth to eat.

But after the age of ten, the nutrition that Klaus used to feed the development of his IQ was as if it were all for the muscles, and at the age of seventeen, Klaus had become a giant man who was two meters and three meters tall and had to eat more than a dozen catties of food at each meal, but his intelligence was still maintained at the age of ten.

At that time, Bob found out that he had raised such a big child, and he was actually a mutant, but his relationship with Klaus for many years had long been inseparable.

He was worried about what Klaus would do when he died, and eventually he learned from the caravans running around the wasteland that there was a pre-war learning machine in Republic City, a California Republic, that could improve people's intelligence, but the price was very high, 50,000 bottle caps.

From that time on, Bob Sr. began to save money for Lawx, thinking of going to Republic City to get him a chance to improve his intelligence.

As of the day he came, Old Bob had saved up for more than eight years, saving more than 30,000 bottle caps, and in a few years he would be able to take Klaus to Republic City to improve his intelligence.

Thinking of this, he looked at Lawx, who was concentrating on striking iron, and scolded with a smile, "You stupid thing".

Hearing Old Bob's voice, Klaus turned around, not knowing why Old Bob was scolding himself, but after seeing the smile on Old Bob's face, Oh also began to laugh with Old Bob.

"My lord, I'm afraid we'll be in trouble tonight," Hale said to He Xi after leaving Old Bob's weapons shop.

Hearing Hall's words, He Xi looked at Hall suspiciously, "Why do you say that?" ”。

Hall looked at the few pedestrians on the road, and then whispered into He Xi's ear, "I just saw a mad ghoul outside the dirt slope at the entrance of the town."

"He's coming this with us?" After He Xi heard Hall's words, his pupils contracted, and he was deeply impressed by the powerful combat power of the mad ghoul at the gas station before, the metal-like bones and skin tougher than cowhide, and the resentful look when he fled, these things were deeply engraved in his mind.

"Yes" Hall nodded helplessly, "It's daytime, he doesn't dare to come in, and when it comes to night, no one can see him, and he will turn in as easily as entering his own house."

"Then what if we hide", He Xi touched the small stubble that had just grown on his chin, felt the slight tingling of his fingers, and asked Hall.

I saw Hall shake his head, "You can't hide it, the smell of the mad ghoul is stronger than that of your dog."

As he spoke, he also pointed to the big black man beside He Xi.

After the big black dog saw someone pointing at him, he jumped a few times excitedly, and kept wagging his tail next to He Xi, as if he was happy that others had finally noticed his presence.

He Xi looked at the sunspot who was spreading joy, and then looked at the scorching sun in the sky, frowning, "Let's go find a place to live first."

"I'm familiar with this piece, I'll bring the adults over."

He Xi nodded in agreement.

Five minutes later, Hall led He Xi to a stop in front of a room with a bed painted in front of the door.

"That's it", after speaking, he walked in with He Xi.

He Xi followed Hall in and looked at the interior of the house, there were a few old but very clean tables in the middle, and there were a few chairs under each table, and then in the middle was a counter similar to what I had seen in Old Bob's shop before, an old man was sitting in front of the counter and looking at a yellowed book, and behind the old man was a staircase.

After seeing Hall and He Xi come in, the old man lazily said to them, "Eat or stay."

"Eat and lodging," Hale replied, looking at the old man.

The old man continued to lazily say, "Ten bottle caps a night in the ordinary room, thirty bottle caps in the comfort room, and a deluxe room", and said here, the old man put his hand on his glasses, "I'll accept you one hundred bottle caps."

"The deluxe room is too expensive, just give us a comfortable room", Before He Xi could speak, Hall jumped out and said with a painful face.

"The deposit is sixty bottle caps, a total of ninety, and the deposit will be returned to you when it leaves."

Hall counted out ninety bottle caps from his leather bag and placed them on the counter, took the key from the boss and asked, "Do you have any pre-war currency?"

"Yes, one dollar for eleven bottle caps before the war," the boss said without raising his head to Hall as he pulled the bottle caps on the counter down.

Hearing the old man's words, Hall's eyes widened.

"Isn't a dollar worth only ten bottle caps?"

"An extra bottle cap is considered a handling fee, after all, it is quite troublesome for me to go to someone else to collect the pre-war currency."

"Let's change all the caps in this bag," he said, pouring out all the caps in the bag, making a crisp clatter.

"No problem," said the old man, and began to count the bottle caps on the counter.

After counting the bottle caps, he said to the two people standing in front of the counter, "Here one is three hundred and twenty-five, hmm~ three hundred and twenty-five divided by eleven is how much let me calculate."