Chương 138: Chapter 137: stalker

The Saitama House, no man's land in Z City.

　　 "The latest news reports that there have been frequent rains in recent days, and disasters such as mudslides and landslides are prone to occur. I hope that the general public will pay attention."

　　 "Yesterday, the national government officially signed a document and issued it, requesting the local governments of each city to do a good job of protecting the strangers, and effectively protecting the personal safety and property safety of citizens."

"Due to the frequent occurrence of weird disasters and the floating hearts of the citizens, they feel confused and fearful for the future. There are more and more criminals who are slashing the front. A large number of stalkers, murderers, robbers and other criminals have emerged. I hope that the citizens will pay attention. one's own safety."

Saitama watched the news on the TV with his legs crossed, and drank the hot water in the cup in his hand. After a long time, he sighed quietly, "By the way, how do I feel that there is always a line of sight staring at me?"

　　 His strong sense of touch vaguely senses that someone is monitoring and stalking him. However, so far, he has not found the shadow of the person stalking him.

　　 Click!

　　 suddenly, a gleam of light seemed to flash across the corner of his eyes.

"Who?"

He violently violently opened the curtains and opened the curtains. The sun was shining outside the window. His face was tense looking at the opposite building. After a while, his face fell loose and smiled: "Ah, speaking of it, the weather is really good today. Suitable for going out to fight weirdos."

　　 At the same time, on the roof opposite the Saitama house, Jenos set up a small tent, the entrance and exit of the tent were slightly opened, and a high-resolution camera was aimed at the balcony of the Saitama house.

When Saitama opened the curtains solemnly and stared at the other side, Janos's face was also tight. After Saitama turned around, he was relieved, took out a notebook called "Teacher's Diary", turned to the latest page, and wrote swiftly. Down:

　　 "Teacher will watch the news broadcast within half an hour today... You should watch the news more to increase your experience and knowledge..."

　　 After deciding to worship Saitama as his teacher, Jenos did not come to visit the house for the first time, but chose to follow and watch, hoping to learn the secret of Saitama's power without Saitama's knowledge.

　　 "Go to the nearby supermarket to see if there is a special sale leaflet."

　　 Saitama put on a hero costume and went out to the nearest supermarket.

　　 "Huh!"

　　 As soon as Saitama walked away, Jenos quickly put away the tent, jumped off the building with a brush, carefully followed behind Saitama with his powerful electronic eyes to silently observe Saitama's every move.

　　 "Oh~ this supermarket has a supermarket sale event."

Saitama's eyes lit up when he passed by a supermarket, and he happily went forward to receive a supermarket sale leaflet, and looked down and wondered with joy.

　　 "Affordable supermarket...Supermarket sale...??"

　　 Jenos watched Saitama look excitedly at the supermarket sale leaflet. His electronic eyes adjusted the focus like a telescope and zoomed in to see the product name on the leaflet clearly.

　　 "Hair restorer? Speaking of it, the teacher is indeed bald, and the hair is another face of a man. No wonder the teacher is so concerned about the hair restorer."

　　 "Hmm, spinach? Does spinach also help hair growth? It seems that in people's word of mouth, spinach does have a hair growth effect."

　　 "Huh? It's all products that help hair growth, isn't it the secret to becoming stronger?"

　　 He was slightly disappointed.

　　 "Ah! Stalker!!!"

　　 At this moment, a scream suddenly sounded in the front, and immediately a young girl ran over in a panic, shouting as she ran, "Help me, everyone, I was followed and caught eye."

"stalker?"

　　Saitama carefully collected the supermarket sale leaflets, and turned to look at the young girl who was running over in a panic.

　　 "Don't run, don't run, Miss Aisha, I like you, I like you..."

　　 A wretched man with a camera in his hand and a camera hung on his neck yelled to follow him.

　　 "Hey, tracking... is wrong!"

　　 Saitama stopped the wretched man and preached to him solemnly.

　　 The wretched man said anxiously: "You get out of the way. I follow Miss Aisha because I like her."

The young girl screamed, "Don't come here. I told you already. I don't like you. I already have someone I like. Don't pester me anymore. Don't follow me anymore. Dead pervert."

　　 The trivial man hurriedly said: "Little Aisha...uh..."

　　 After his words, the whole person fell softly to the ground in an instant.

Saitama took back the hand knife that had been cut on the wretched man's neck, and said slowly: "People have already said that they don't like you, so don't follow them. Your perverted love is really unbearable. Take a good night's sleep and reflect on it. !"

"Sir, thank you." The young girl said gratefully.

　　 "It's okay, I just did it smoothly." Saitama waved his hand, "Goodbye." Seeing that the matter was resolved, he strode away immediately.

　　 Genos followed closely.

"Well?"

　　 Saitama seemed to be aware, and suddenly turned around, only to see the young girl calling the police and some crowds who were joining in the fun, but there was no suspicious person.

　　 Genos clung to the wall, not daring to breathe too much.

"I think too much?" Saitama buttoned his nose. "The current stalker is really terrifying, because of the twisted love and stalking others, it causes considerable trouble in other people's lives, eh? I... will it? Was it followed too?"

　　 He paused, remembering the fierce gaze he felt.

　　 He turned his head again and looked at the familiar street, the surroundings still empty, "Oh, I'm home."

　　 Before he knew it, he had already returned home.

　　 "It's great today, I didn't run into a weird person."

　　 As soon as his voice fell, a motorcycle suddenly rushed out of the corner of his eyes. The rider was wearing a yellow uniform and wearing a yellow helmet. The motorcycle drove at the extreme speed, and suddenly stopped when he saw Saitama.

　　 "Mr. Saitama, your package, I am gourmet rider 03185, please enjoy your lunch slowly."

The gourmet rider finished speaking in one breath, and even subconsciously shuffled out the slogan of the past food delivery He didn't correct it in time, and threw the package on Saitama, stepped on the accelerator, and slammed it. Disappeared at the corner of the street, and floated back a word from a distance.

　　 "Mr. Saitama, the next customer ordered spicy tofu. I want to send it quickly."

"pack?"

　　 Saitama held the package, and went upstairs. After returning home, he unpacked the package. The gift box was full of cabbage, spinach and other gifts given to him by King.

"Gourmet rider, wrap..."

　　 Downstairs, Janos drew a picture on his notebook: The gourmet rider throws a package at Saitama!

Then he saw Saitama go upstairs, and he jumped cleanly on the building opposite the Saitama house, quickly opened the tent, hid it inside, raised the high-resolution camera rack, and adjusted the focus to the balcony and window of the Saitama house. .

　　 "Hey, there is a note in this book."

　　 Saitama picked up a magazine with a bikini girl as the cover, and a postcard was mixed in the magazine. He opened the magazine suspiciously to check the contents of the postcard.

　　 "Bald? Handsome guy with hair? This **** again!"

　　 He gritted his teeth, his face flushed with anger, "Damn bastard, don't let me find you, otherwise I must tell you, although I am bald, I am stronger!"

　　 After he scolded, he felt a lot more comfortable. He breathed a sigh of relief, refreshed, and immediately threw the magazine into the corner indifferently.

　　 Genos stared at the high-resolution camera intently, staring at all Saitama's actions, "Huh? Adult magazines? The teacher's face is flushed? The expression suddenly relaxed, and his face was refreshed..."

　　 He was silent for a while, seeming to be considering the words, and quickly wrote in his notebook: "Relax appropriately, besides, the teacher...7.2 seconds."