I'm a bandage geek at Sobu High School

The noisy and crowded city is full of people coming and going in a hurry. Even if they see the bandages covered with blood, they just look at it with strange eyes and then follow the flow of people to the "factory" that needs them. There are high-rise buildings and neon lights that emit dazzling light. The darker the night, the brighter they become.

This is Kyoto with its long history, what a great and unparalleled beautiful city, such a tolerant city that can accommodate anyone, even uninvited bandage monsters.

Fujimiya's blood-bandaged face looked confused, and his blood-filled eyes reflected the prosperous and unfamiliar city in front of him, as well as the hurried crowds.

At this moment, he seemed to be reborn and ascended to heaven, but also seemed to fall into endless hell.

Chapter 62 The dream is ahead (End of Volume [-])

"The bandage is easy to wrap~"

Fujimiya raised her face and tried hard to sell her bandages to the passers-by in front of her. Not surprisingly, she got a weird look, and then the passers-by walked away.

go to hell.

Fujimiya Ori was a little disappointed, and gave him a curse angrily and normally.

The Great Bandage Emperor's journey, after conquering Chiba, this time he came to conquer the more powerful city of Kyoto.

In fact, I want to go back.

Fujimiya sat in front of his rag stall with his chin propped up. After walking out of the alley that day, the bandaged man found a chair in the park and sat there for a long time. Then someone noticed him as a suspicious person, so the two of them A policeman came over to question him.

"What did you say...? Were you trafficked to Kyoto?"

After listening to what Fujimiya Ori said, the two policemen looked at each other and their expressions changed slightly: "Then you are not from Kyoto."

"Yes, I came from Chiba."

Fujimiya Ori looked at the two people expectantly, hoping that they could send him back.

"Okay, we get it, just wait here."

The two policemen said something and left in a hurry.

"Ok."

Fujimiya Ori nodded happily, then sat on the chair and waited.

I sat there for a long time, until the whole sky became dark, and no one came over.

Fujimiya Ori stared at the ground blankly for a long time, finally knowing that no one was coming.

I don’t know why, but no one came.

From then on, he hid from the police.

"Speaking of which, I don't need help from others in the first place,"

Fujimiya raised her head proudly. The Neon Police was originally the most useless organization in the world. When he was in Chiba, the police came to his door. When he asked about his parents who had gone abroad and had no contact, they found an excuse to leave. , just to send myself to an orphanage, and I have become accustomed to avoiding them.

And...I don’t really want to go back to Chiba now.

Fujimiya touched his leg, and the sharp pain made him frown.

The injury on his leg has not healed even now. After that day, whenever Fujimiya walked, the pain in his leg was unbearable, and he could only walk with a limp. Later, his leg gradually got better, and his walking posture became It wobbled and looked like a funny duck.

Fujimiya looked at the river for a long time and lowered his head silently. He knew that the stick that day probably caused permanent damage to his legs, and he might have to walk in this strange way for the rest of his life.

But Fujimiya Ori was laughed at, and he didn’t want to be called a cripple, and he didn’t want others to see him in a disgraceful way...

Especially Yukinoshita Yukino.

"So wait until my legs feel better..."

Fujimiya nodded and thought so, convinced of this.

However, this is just self-deception. In fact, these are minor excuses. The real reason is that he does not want to wait until the evening like that afternoon. The person who makes him feel disappointed and wronged, no matter who it is, Teng Gong Zhi wouldn't believe it a second time.

And he had no money to buy a ticket back to Chiba.

And at the end of the day, they live the same life everywhere, selling bandages and living under bridges.

Fujimiya Ori looked at the shabby cloth in front of him and the several bandages on it, feeling a little proud in his heart.

I sell bandages when I am in Chiba, but I still sell bandages when I am in Kyoto. Guigui, this is the value of bandage people.

He's so handsome.

Fujimiya pushed up the non-existent sunglasses on her face, feeling more and more that she was a little expert in ruling the world.

"That's it for today."

Fujimiya touched his pocket and felt the hardness of the banknotes inside, and couldn't help but grin.

Business is very good today, I sold several bandages, I am really happy.

"gone back."

Fujimiya Ori waved his hand and went back.

……

Fujimiya Ori lives in a small bridge hole under the park bridge. The space inside is very narrow, and it is covered with cardboard boxes he found while picking up garbage, and a pillow made of stacked fabrics.

Fujimiya Ori put his rag inside, and then placed the mummy doll on his body on the ground. He also got in, and the mummy would be a little warmer if it was snuggled together.

Its name is Xiao Zhi, I forgot where it came from, but it has been with me since I can remember it, and I have liked it since I was a child.

Fujimiya held it in his arms. The only thing that made him feel lucky when he came to Kyoto was that he had always hidden Xiaoori with him. When he was snatched into the car, it was also taken to Kyoto. I didn't lose it, so it's still with me now.

Fujimiya Ori often talked to it, telling it some annoying people he met today, how many bandages he sold, and what useful things he picked up. The little mummy sat there blankly and listened to his mindless chatter. No complaints.

"Aba Aba..."

Fujimiya Ori often felt the coldness of the long night while talking, so she hugged the mummy tightly and huddled together, and then tried hard to fall asleep.

The night gradually deepened, and both Fujimiya Ori and Mummy fell asleep.

Although I don’t have enough to eat every day, I often get cold, and I always get strange looks from strangers, but I sold several bandages today, and I can save some money, and maybe I can buy some thick clothes, and With Xiaozhi by his side, Fujimiyazhi still feels that life is very promising, just like he and the mummy often lay down at the entrance of the bridge and poked their heads outside, looking up at the sky with confused eyes, even in the mud and dust. , I was also shocked by the vastness of the starry sky.

……

Fujimiya Ori often bathes the mummy doll, and never uses the river water under the bridge to wash it. He also never drinks the water in the river, because he can always see people nearby throwing garbage into the river. Fujimiya Ori knows that The water must be very dirty. If you drink it, you will definitely have a stomachache. Based on your physical condition, you will probably die. So even if you are thirsty, Fujimiya will not drink the water from the river, nor will you use the dirty water for the mummy. When taking a bath, even if there is not much money left in his pocket, Fujimiya Ori will try to find water from other places to wash the mummy.

Washing a mummy is very simple. Public restrooms are everywhere in Kyoto, but drinking water for a bandaged person is a huge expense. If you are hungry, you can go there. After all, you have been hungry for a long time. In fact, you have exercised it, but you are thirsty. I really couldn't stand it, but luckily there was a residents' drinking water station nearby. Just put a few coins in and a big bucket of water would come out. Fujimiya Ori spent some money to buy a big bucket and would go there every time. water, thus saving a lot of money.

Watching the money gradually increase, Fujimiya Ori's heart became much more enriched and he became more energetic in life.

……

Fujimiya Ori occasionally suffers some grievances. For example, when selling bandages, people often scold him for no reason. There are more girls like this. Fujimiya knows that it is because of his appearance that scares them.

Whenever this happens, Fujimiyaori will curse them loudly in his heart, then silently pick up the baggage and change places, and then find a place to secretly wipe his tears, feeling that he has been humiliated.

Although this happens, the bandage man needs to endure it, because he has to eat, so he still has to sell bandages and pick up bottles, and he also has to use a little "flattery" to talk to people... Whenever Fujimiya Ori uses a flattering tone to talk to people When passers-by sell his bandages, he feels disgusted from the bottom of his heart, and even feels like vomiting.

Fortunately, with the bandage, others can't see your face, the injuries on your body, the dust on your body, or the expression on your face.

So Fujimiya Ori relied more and more on bandages.

Time passed day by day, but the pain in his legs still did not decrease at all, so Fujimiya Ori began to train hard. He walked according to the surface of the river, constantly adjusting his swaying and funny walking posture, and practiced day after day. , his walking posture has been adjusted a lot. Although it is still a bit wobbly, it is no longer visible as a limp, and when he walks, he even gives people a very arrogant feeling.

Fujimiya Ori felt very satisfied, and then sat on the edge of the bridge with the little mummy, quietly looking up at the stars.

Xiaozhi sat next to him silently, often lowering her head and crying secretly. Then she covered her face and said to Fujimiyazhi: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, I still prefer the past, but now every day is not good at all..."

"Although people often bully me, I still want to go back to Chiba, woo woo woo..."

Fujimiya stroked its head and felt her heart slowly aching.

……

,':. Bandage Man also has his own entertainment projects.

As expected of an international city, there are often huge screens on nearby high-rise buildings that play advertisements and the like. These are things Fujimiyaori doesn’t want to see, but occasionally they will play promotional videos for popular TV series or movies. Or a clip, Fujimiya would watch it with wide eyes. What impressed him most was a TV series called "The Walking Dead", in which he thought of things called zombies, and his body trembled with fear. That day I had nightmares when I went back at night.

Although it is scary, Fujimiya Ori still likes to watch it.

But the most special thing was that one day at noon, Fujimiya was sitting on the roadside near the display screen selling things.

"I want this."

A passerby took something from Fujimiya Ori’s stall and asked, “How much does it cost?”

"I do not know."

Fujimiya shook his head and said slyly: "You can give it whatever you want."

This is what he has learned from his experience. People in Kyoto are quite wealthy and have a good reputation. He doesn’t know the price of the things he picks up. If he quotes a random price, if the price is too high, the business may be lost. You have to suffer a loss, so you usually let people give whatever they want, so at least the difference won't be too big.

The passerby was stunned for a moment, then handed Fujimiya a piece of paper money.

He was not too surprised by the image of Fujimiya Ori. The recent neon lights are in the streets of the new era cultural revival. Young people in strange clothes can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, those who kill Matt, those who play rock and roll, those who play motorcycles, and those with airplane heads. , in comparison, although the mummy is very abnormal, it is not unacceptable.

Fujimiya Ori took the note and put it in front of his eyes. He squinted and looked at it carefully. Only then did he recognize that it was a thousand yen note, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Fujimiya's eyesight is a bit poor. After being kicked in the eye that day, she couldn't see clearly. After that, she had to squint to distinguish everything, but it didn't affect her life at all.

"Look for me five hundred yen."

The man urged somewhat speechlessly.

After hearing this, Fujimiya reluctantly took out a cloth bag from his body, took out five one hundred yen coins and handed it to the man.

"Is there any five...forget it, there's no need to look for it."

When the man saw that he was given a hundred yen coin, he didn't want it anymore, turned around and left directly.

Fujimiyazhi put the cloth bag back with a smile, and then the advertisement on the huge display above his head suddenly changed. Fujimiyazhi immediately raised his head and looked up expectantly.

What appeared was not zombies, but a huge theater stage, which seemed to be playing a play directed and performed by a certain university club.

Fujimiyazhi watched with interest. A man appeared in the middle of the screen, standing on the stage and speaking impassionedly.

"I would rather be a wild flower under the fence than a rose that receives favors. Rather than flatter and steal the favor of others, it is better to be despised by everyone!"

Fujimiya was stunned, deeply shocked by the will contained in these words, and the blood in his body was boiling, but the next second his whole person returned to his depressed look.

Although I really want to be like "me" in the words, I probably can't do it. I still have to sell bandages. After all, when I sell bandages every day, I am already "flattery".

Fujimiya Ori felt ashamed of herself and felt that she had lost a lot of dignity as a bandaged person.

But even so, he still felt that one day he would get back everything he had lost. What should belong to him would eventually belong to him.

He looked forward to this day.

……

There are many children living in nearby residential buildings who often get together. Recently, they have become obsessed with the game of heroes fighting monsters.

The hero is themselves holding a stick and a stone, and the weirdo is a kid with bandages who often hangs around.

The children were wary. They first tried it out with shouts and provocations. After a few days, they found that the bandaged child seemed to be really easy to bully, so they became unscrupulous.

The heroes were very smart. Although the weirdo was very cunning, the heroes of justice worked hard to pursue and intercept the weirdo, and successfully blocked the weirdo at the riverside, which seemed to be the weirdo's base camp.

Throw pebbles at the bandaged man and watch him run around with his head in his hands and laugh; chase him with a stick and beat him. No one can run away because of his limp. He catches up easily, and then there is a burst of laughter. Mindless pushing and teasing.

"Oh! Defeat the hateful weirdo!"

The leading child stepped on the bandaged man's head and raised his hands proudly to show his victory. The surrounding children cheered and circled around to cheer.

"Hero! Hero!"

This weirdo is so hateful. Even though he was knocked down and his face was stepped on the ground, he was still yelling at people like himself.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell..."

The child king in the middle was very angry. He was a victorious hero now. The weirdo should have been defeated. He actually dared to scold himself loudly. So he gave an order and ordered his men to remove the bandages from the weirdo. Lose.

The children rushed forward and actually snatched a cloth bag from the weirdo's arms. When they opened it, they found that there were many scattered banknotes and coins hidden inside.

"This is our trophy!"

The children divided the money in a rush. The bandaged man stretched out his hand to take it back, but was hit hard by a stick with a stick. The bandaged hand retracted like a snake that had been hit in the head.

"Keep searching!"

The children, who had tasted the sweetness, pursued the victory and searched the weirdo again. Although the guy resisted vigorously, they still grabbed a strange thing from his hand.

It's a very ugly mummy doll.

"This must be a little weirdo!"

The leading child said confidently, and then formed a circle with the other children to surround the bandage monster. Then he threw the dolls around, laughing and playing with the weirdo in the crowd, while the bandage monster looked anxiously at the little mummy in the air. He ran around among the crowd with his head raised, but fell to the ground again because his legs and feet were not flexible.