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Chapter 52 "Ten"

What he wanted to say just now was clearly: "What kind of thing are you!", right?

cough cough.

But I don't know why, after seeing that person, he restrained himself without warning?

Could it be that this person came to spy on him?
That's not right, if that's the case, why was he so arrogant before?

If you want to talk about what is not used in this place and before, it is the cadre of the guard who came out.

Now it seems that the person involved is also in a state of confusion. It seems that the development of the matter should be in another direction in his mind.

So this state of gritted teeth is not incomprehensible.

"Then, thank you, Young Master Bajadir, thank you, thank you!"

After slowly understanding what happened in front of him, the cadre of the guard expressed his gratitude quickly and simply, and left the scene.

At the same time, he turned around and could tell that the joy on his face was hard to hide.

Bajadir, is that the guy's name?
A name I haven't heard of before, maybe it's a local local snake?
His eyes lingered on the previous person from time to time, sometimes frowning, sometimes with disdain.

This Bhajadir looks like a moody guy too?

This expression of disdain is completely undisguised, and it looks very natural. It seems that it is completely because of the irresistible external force that is afraid of the person in front of him.

"Let you block my eyes!"

In the end, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he threw the piece of clothing he had been holding towards the motionless old man, and left without looking back.

"cut!"

Added explanation, but also lightly spit.

The crowd of onlookers also consciously stopped pointing and talking, and hurriedly dodged away, taking the initiative to make a fairly wide passage for these people, for fear of accidentally touching this Tai Sui's bad head.

The huge crowd kept silent until they watched the young plague god leave here.

Including these guys from the District Guard.

"Lin Man!"

After the crowd began to slowly disperse, Nalia and Moral quickly ran back to me.

Among them, Moral glanced at the old man who had been lying on the ground and did not move from time to time.

"Worry, just go and have a look."

I know he is waiting for my opinion.

Now that he really has such an idea, and I just thought that if he is not dead, I will help him as my spiritual comfort.

Although in many cases, the superfluous things brought about by the failed evolution of sympathy will affect your judgment and have no practical use at all, but it can bring you a sense of peace that no amount of money can buy .

The premise is that you still have even a little bit of conscience left.

So, I still have the luxury of a conscience.

Of course, I still feel that it is a strange thing that there are such "beggars" in this kind of place.

Following Moral's footsteps, although some people were still watching, no one chose to step forward to make a difference. Only two members of the guard stood aside, whispering something.

The woman who was almost insulted not far away also struggled to get up, and crawled towards the middle-aged man who was still committing suicide and howling.

These two people, after walking in, saw their faces clearly, they didn't look alike at all.

It's not siblings or something, maybe it's husband and wife or something.

"Hey, hey!"

Seeing that Moral squatted down and gently called the sloppy old man, even the two police officers were a little surprised, and looked at Moral who had squatted down, and us with incomprehensible eyes.

This kind of behavior is like something incomprehensible. Maybe everyone only cares about themselves in this kind of place?
It should be said that after staying here for a long time, everyone only has their own purpose in their eyes.

Like the walking dead driven by certain motives, they can only see what they need, but turn a blind eye to the suffering of others.

Even if this kind of suffering is likely to happen to him, he is unmoved, just showing the most basic disgust and pointing without backache while standing and talking.

"There is still a pulse, and there is help!"

After groping for a needle on his body, Moral raised his head and looked at me.

Is it hoped that we can send him to a medical facility or something?

These guards should be able to do this kind of thing, and we don't need to "meddling their own business" right?

"Whether it is saved or not, people are living well."

Just after Nalia squatted down and took a look, she gave Moral a slightly weird look and then met my gaze.

The old man who was lying motionless on the ground opened his eyes at this moment, and just looked at me together.

Her eyes were full of doubt and incomprehension.

And his eyes are cloudy, apart from the experience of the vicissitudes of the world, maybe there is only a sigh of the cold world, right?

That's all, is there any problem?

But if you think about it carefully, there is indeed something very strange. Even if a young man is beaten like this, he wouldn't just lie down without saying a word, right?
At least like the one next door, at least rolling around, moaning a few times on the ground, right?
But I didn't think it was strange before, was it because I subconsciously felt that he had passed out the moment he was beaten?
This feeling became especially obvious when he opened his eyes and looked at me.

But this look really feels strange, is he looking at me?

Shall I try to say something?
"Hey hey, hey hey, hahaha..."

Suddenly, like a person who has not spoken for a long time, this sloppy old man suddenly opened his slightly hoarse voice and laughed ugly.

Moral, Nalia, and the two police officers standing nearby were also stunned on the spot, and some of the crowd who had already started to disperse were also attracted and turned their heads to look again.

Although the voice of this weird laugh is not loud, its penetrating power is extremely strong.

What's going on here?
Even if I swayed and changed my position, his cloudy eyes were fixed on me, and even a little star-like light appeared.

Could it be that this guy still knows me?

Just when I was secretly doubting, the desolate and slovenly old man in front of me said words that I will never forget in my life.

"Hey, Lancetalo, hey, you're back at last..."

Ran... Stalo...?
Suddenly, a feeling of electric shock spread from the back of my head to my whole body in an instant. The feeling like being poured down by a basin of ice water made me unable to calm down anymore.

he……!
Who the hell!

"you?"

How did he know my last name was Lancelot?
Does he really know me?

No, it's impossible, it doesn't make sense!

And, what do you mean I'm back again?
"Hey, when they suppressed you so much back then, I knew you wouldn't, cough cough! cough cough cough!"

As if thinking of something exciting, just when he wanted to continue to say something, he suddenly coughed violently.

then?

they?

Then suppress me?
Nalia looked at me in bewilderment, but from Moral's eyes, he was as shocked as I was.

"Does he know you?"

I could only shake my head slightly at Nalia's puzzled speech.

The two police officers, who had no idea what was going on, opened their mouths for a moment, but they remained silent.

It's not a question of whether you recognize it or not, but a question of what happened.

"I do not know."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Looking at the old man who was coughing violently, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable in my heart.

"Cough, haha, they couldn't think of it, they couldn't think of it, ha, I couldn't think of it either, you came back in the end, hehe, hahahaha!"

Although the words were incoherent, the excitement kept him falling into uncontrollable coughing.

Does he really, know me?

So what did he mean by those words?
What do they think they can't think of?
They, who are they referring to?
"Then since you know each other, let's go first."

"Hey, hello!"

The two area guards who were originally standing aside and embarrassed, finally thought of some rhetoric, put it into practice and found an opportunity to quickly escape from the scene.

Although Nalia, who still maintains a normal logic of thinking, tried to persuade her to stay, but it didn't work at all.

The two people tucked their tails together and disappeared into the crowd of people that had already turned into a crowd.

whispering sound!
Although it makes me feel extremely helpless, there is nothing I can do now.

"But you too, since you're all back, why didn't you come earlier, ahem!"

No, he's not talking to me!

Could it be that he knows someone who also called Zhu Lan...

It's my dad!
"You know Lancelot!"

Now there is only one explanation!

Although his age looks very old, but if you count from when my dad was young, he should be just in his prime!

And he recognized me as someone else, which means that at least we can't say that we don't look alike at all, right?

From this point of view, he might really have met my father!

"You're talking nonsense, ahem! What are you talking about, Lancestaloh!"

"I see, they, did they abuse you too, didn't they, didn't they! Cough cough cough!"

Suddenly accompanied by a more violent cough, the sloppy old man who was lying on the ground looking at me seemed to think of something, and struggled with all his strength to sit up, trying to reach out his hands to grab me, grab my butt Father, hold on to the Lancetalo who lives in his memory.

"Don't get excited, take your time!"

Moral and Nalia quickly reached out to support him.

"No, you're not Lancestaloh, you're not him!"

"No, no, cough cough!"

Just when I was still thinking about what he said just now, the stable situation in front of me suddenly changed violently.

The old man who was originally calm now seems to have fallen into a rage, desperately trying to break free from the support of Moral and Nalia, and come to catch me.

"no no!"

(End of this chapter)