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Text Chapter 36 [97 King of Fighters Arcade]

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    Struck to death by lightning?  Mr. Zhan couldn't figure it out for a moment, but when he saw Uncle Dong raising his glass, he followed suit with another drink.  "But how could we be struck by lightning in the house?"

    "Haha, then I don't know. The police said it was an accident." Uncle Dong seemed unwilling to talk more about this topic and was vague, but did not tell Mr. Zhan the details of the incident.

    "What about now?"

    "Oh~, let's wait until Dachengzi's wife comes from the countryside and we'll see what we do. Maybe we can cash it out." Uncle Dong drank a glass of wine.

    "Uncle Dong, it's okay, I will take care of you from now on." Zhan saw that Uncle Dong was not moving, so he thought he was depressed and immediately spoke out to persuade him.

    Uncle Dong nodded silently, raised his head and asked, "Shaocheng, where have you been recently? Why haven't you been here for so long?"

    "Hey, don't mention it. I've been chased by people for the past two days. Do you still remember the Eastern Suburbs villa I built?" Mr. Zhan threw a few peanuts into his mouth and said while chewing.

    "Remember, it seems to be from the local tax." Uncle Dong heard what Zhan Shaoyi said and immediately remembered it.

    "Yes, that's him. He hired gangsters to look for me everywhere and offered a reward of 200,000 yuan for my life. I almost fell into trouble. I was afraid that he would come back and harm you, so I found a place to make do with it for a few days. But now everything is resolved."  Mr. Zhan said nonchalantly, not wanting to talk too much to Uncle Dong for fear that he would worry.  After hearing what Mr. Zhan said, Uncle Dong nodded, seeming a little absent-minded and not sure what he was thinking.

    Master Zhan's job is to be a thief, but in Uncle Dong's words, he is a grand thief. He never attacks small households, but only focuses on corrupt officials. Corrupt officials dare not spend their money or deposit it in the bank, and usually stay at home.  Try to hide it, so once you get it, it will be a big deal, and because it is illegal, even if it is stolen, you can only knock out your teeth and swallow it alive, and dare not report the crime.  But every time Mr. Zhan succeeds, half of the money he earns must be donated. This was Uncle Dong's only request when he taught him his craft.

    "Oh, that's what happened." The two men drank in silence, each thinking about their own thoughts, and the room suddenly became quiet.

    "Hey~ah~, Du Gen Du Gen" Suddenly a burst of noisy music mixed with shouts came up behind Mr. Zhan, who was so frightened that he choked a mouthful of wine into his nose and coughed repeatedly.

    "It's okay, it's okay," Uncle Dong stood up quickly and came to the machine. The light on the display screen was a bit pale, and it happened to shine on his face. The wrinkles on Uncle Dong's face shook, and there was a trace of reluctance in his eyes.  , looked at it for a while, then looked back at Mr. Zhan, and finally slowly lowered his head and pulled out the power cord.

    "It's okay, it might be a short circuit." Uncle Dong returned to his seat and explained to Mr. Zhan with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

    "I remember that all the machines here are broken, right?" Mr. Zhan didn't care, and started eating the chicken legs in his hand. After becoming a vampire, he didn't feel any rejection of these human foods.

    Uncle Dong's expression was a little unnatural. He raised the wine glass to his mouth to cover it up. He said "uh-huh" a few times. They ate and drank for a while and then fell asleep. Mr. Zhan originally wanted to sleep on the stool outside, but Dong  The uncle refused to say anything and forced him to go into the house and sleep on the bed.

    Mr. Zhan had something on his mind. He was lying on the bed but couldn't sleep. Who were the two people who came to kill him that day?  They knew that he was a vampire and knew how to crucify himself, which showed that these two people were not ordinary people.  But what worried Mr. Zhan the most was their ability. They wanted to kill him, but they succeeded so easily. He didn't even have the ability to resist. So if they learned that he was not dead, would they take action again?  Then I may have been locked by them at this moment. The worst thing is that the enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear.  Turning over, he remembered that he was in the police station when he woke up, and he didn't know how long he had been dead before he was found. If it hadn't been for the forensic doctor, he might still be lying on the floor of that room, thinking about it.  , a little confused.  I don't know how long it took, but he seemed to hear a burst of music playing in a trance. The sound was very familiar, and it gave him a warm feeling in his heart.

    Opening your eyes and listening carefully, isn't this the music of a game console? "ROUND1, hey, ha~" This sound brought Mr. Zhan's mind back to ten years ago, when he had just escaped from the orphanage.

    "Kid, I've been staring at you for a long time. You're stealing from me." Dachengzi's fat face appeared in front of young Master Zhan with a sinister smile.

    "I didn't steal, I came here to play games. I am a customer and God." Mr. Zhan stared at Dachengzi with his big eyes, and he challenged Dachengzi sternly.

    "You didn't steal it, right? You didn't steal it, right?" Dachengzi said, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and came over to twist Mr. Zhan's arm. How could Mr. Zhan give in so easily? He dodged dexterously while keeping his mouth busy.

    "What are you doing? You kidnapped people. You are breaking the law. I will call 110 for you."

    "Hey~, brat, you still dare to call 110, the police will arrest you firstI'll catch you blindly.  Ah~" Dachengzi pounced forward and grabbed the clothes on Mr. Zhan's chest, but Mr. Zhan was sixteen or seventeen years old after all. He pushed hard, and with a scream, Dachengzi was pushed to the ground and ran out.  Mr. Zhan had stepped on his leg hard before. I thought that the matter was over, and that he would never go to the game hall again, but not long after Mr. Zhan ran out, he found that the jade pendant around his neck was missing. This jade pendant was missing.  The pendant was a Guanyin statue. It was not valuable, but it was a relic of his mother. For Mr. Zhan at that time, the jade pendant was the only thing that could bring him some warm memories. That night, Mr. Zhan sneaked it back.  That's how I met Uncle Dong.

    Uncle Dong was different from others. When he saw Mr. Zhan wandering around the house so late at night, he not only did not regard him as a thief, but also asked him to have dinner with him. Mr. Zhan still remembers that meal, stewed with potatoes and eggplant.  The fried rice crispy rice was the only hot meal Mr. Zhan had during that time.

    The two men chatted back and forth, and Uncle Dong learned about Mr. Zhan's life experience and his motivation for coming here. The old man looked around under the machine with a flashlight, sticking his butt out, and finally found the dusty pendant.  came out, and it was from then on that Mr. Zhan and Uncle Dong formed an indissoluble bond.

    Mr. Zhan¡¯s thoughts drifted back, and the familiar sound of the video game was still in his ears. Over the years, this sound has been accompanying him to sleep.  Because the game arcade is open late, Uncle Dong puts cotton in Mr. Zhan's ears every time he goes to bed.  Master Zhan raised his lips and smiled, climbed up from the bed, and walked out quietly.  There were no lights on outside, and the entire game hall was shrouded in darkness, but this was not a problem for Mr. Zhan. After the transformation, his eyes could see clearly in the darkness.

    Turning around the corridor, the table where the two of them drank just now was still standing there. Not far from it, Uncle Dong was standing at the arcade machine that had short-circuited before and was having fun. The faint sounds of fighting and music could be heard from the machine.  When he came out, it was a 1997 version of the King of Fighters arcade machine. Mr. Zhan walked over quietly and saw the stubborn old man who was usually a stubborn old man. His hands were flying between the joystick and the buttons, and he was playing in a very orderly manner.  On the screen was a scene of Nikaido Benimaru and Kusachi Kyou playing against each other. I didn't expect that Uncle Tou would still like to play this.  Without disturbing him, Mr. Zhan quietly returned to the room and fell asleep to the sound of music.
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