I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

Eight days of land reclamation·Small shop was smashed

Feng Huai suddenly sat up from the bed, as if waking up from a nightmare.

He held his forehead and sat quietly on the bed for a few minutes, his head dizzy like a hangover from a night of drinking.

After a while, he got up and walked into the bathroom, looking past the pair of mouthwash cups on the washbasin, after a slight pause for two seconds, he turned on the faucet, took some water with his hands, washed his face and rinsed his mouth.

The cold water splashed on his face made Feng Huai sober up a lot.

He looked around the unfamiliar environment and realized that he was back.

The time in the game is completely stagnant to reality, whether he has been in the game for a week or a year or more.

So when Feng Huai went downstairs, he saw that his clerk was still in the store, packing his handbags and planning to leave work.

Tian Xiaofeng heard movement behind the curtain, looked up, and saw Feng Huai walking down the stairs.

She asked suspiciously: "What's wrong with the little boss? Did you forget to take something?"

Feng Huai paused, for a moment he couldn't remember what was the cause and effect of what the other party said.

Seeing that Feng Huai didn't answer, Tian Xiaofeng asked tentatively, "Then I'm leaving first? You told me to leave work earlier."

She smiled flatteringly at Feng Huai, she just made an appointment with her little sister to watch an afternoon movie, it would be embarrassing for the little boss to change his mind suddenly.

Hearing this, Feng Huai vaguely remembered that it was he who went upstairs after receiving the game release of the opera copy, and it was he who told Tian Xiaofeng to get off work early and leave.

With a calm face, he nodded slightly in agreement: "Be careful on the road."

Tian Xiaofeng paused when he raised the handbag, hesitant to speak, and wanted to tell the little boss that young people don't use this to end their conversations anymore.

But she still twitched the corners of her mouth, said nothing, and waved goodbye to the little boss happily-it's so happy to leave work early.

Feng Huai didn't understand why Tian Xiaofeng looked so happy. He shook his head. After Tian Xiaofeng went out, he took a coat and went out. After thinking about it, he folded it back and locked the door of the incense shop.

Feng Huai went to a hypermarket to buy mouthwash cups.

He didn't remember who owned the two cups on the sink at all, so he simply bought a new one.

By the way, buy some more ingredients.

Not long after Feng Huai left the incense shop, a group of people who had come to the shop to find fault with them turned back again.

The leader was still the skinny man in a cheap suit, and he brought twice as many gangsters behind him, looking like he was here to smash the store.

The man in the suit pulled the store door, but it was locked and could not be pushed open. He spit, put his head against the glass door in front of the store, and looked inside with his hands over his eyes.

"Tsk, that little boy is lucky, he's not in the shop." The man in the suit sneered, turned his head and greeted the gangsters behind him, "Smash his little shop for me!"

Neighbors to the left and right of Feng Huai's shop stood up and yelled, "Hey! What are you doing!"

The man in the suit didn't answer, but just glanced at the little gangster beside him with those dead fish eyes.

The little gangster immediately threatened the neighbor viciously: "Don't meddle in other people's business! Otherwise, even your small shop will be counted!"

"..." The neighbor paused when he heard the words, then shrank back and closed the iron curtain.

The man in the suit laughed when he saw this: "Smash!"

……

Feng Huai's small shop didn't have any anti-theft bells, after all, usually no one would touch an incense shop, and the area where it is located is a suburban place close to the cemetery - Feng Huai will go there

The hypermarkets are all taking the shuttle buses of the hypermarkets - except for the residents in the vicinity, there are very few passing vehicles, and no one calls the police.

There are not many things in the incense shop except for the samples placed outside. The man in the suit just wants to show off to someone. By the way, he retrieves the place he lost half a day ago. After he asks his subordinates to smash the samples of incense candles in the shop, he completes the task and leaves. .

When Feng Huai came back from shopping, he saw his small shop was smashed into a mess. His face darkened for a moment, and he strode closer to the shop. He went upstairs to check the situation upstairs. Get off the shop.

The neighbors noticed that Feng Huai was back, so they pulled up the iron shutter and helped Feng Huai clean up the broken glass and debris on the ground.

"Hey, I tried to stop them, but they said they were going to smash my shop, and I couldn't help it..."

Feng Huai interrupted the neighbor: "It's okay, it's my business. You say 'they'? Who are they?"

"A man wearing glasses and a suit, tall and thin, brought six or seven street gangsters to smash it together." The neighbor said, and then said in fear, "It's just a good thing you're not in the store, otherwise you will suffer even more."

Feng Huai knew who was coming as soon as he heard it. Hearing the neighbor's muttering, he didn't say anything, but stopped the neighbor's help to clean up, and said, "I'll clean it up."

"Okay." The neighbor nodded, and after he walked a few steps, he thought for a while and then turned to Feng Huai and said, "Hey, why don't you just agree, sell this place, and at least give a lot of money. "

Feng Huai just said: "Well, I know it well."

The compensation fee is 300 million, otherwise you have to pay more than 600 million to get the land down - not only including this building, but also a piece of weed-covered waste land behind the building, which is about two or three acres in size, about two thousand square meters.

The land in small cities is cheap, but it’s also worthless. It’s just because this is a suburb of a first-tier city, and it’s only half an hour’s drive out of the city. The cemetery project is a profitable tool to use.

Elementary school students know how to calculate this account.

But Feng Huai was not happy.He has always been soft and not hard, not to mention what use this place is for him, just because the shop was smashed, it directly cut off the possibility of peace talks.

He simply threw all the smashed things out, and the smashed glass door remained as it was, which seemed to be a bit of a maverick style.

Feng Huai went upstairs with the things he bought from the hypermarket, and he didn't bother to go to the police station to report the crime—the local police station in a small place is more like an office with a police station and a health station, so that personal grievances can be regarded as the responsibility of the police. It doesn't make much sense to come forward to coordinate.

It could neither stop that group from continuing to threaten to sign the consent form, nor could it make any substantive changes. At most, an apology and compensation would be meaningless to Feng Huai.

Instead of wasting energy and time doing such meaningless things, it is better to cook yourself a delicious meal and then do it yourself.

Feng Huai bought a two-jin six-liang black fish to make fish fillets with pickled peppers, a section of lotus root and half a catty of minced meat to make fried lotus root cakes, and a pack of vermicelli, soybean sprouts, fresh duck blood, fresh hairy tripe, yellow rice Beef, luncheon meat... There are a lot of them, and I plan to make Maoxuewang.

He looked like a thin and thin young man with a big appetite for food.

Feng Huai hadn't cooked for himself for a long time, and even in his memory, there was only the milky white fish soup that was made on fire in the wooden house in Murata some time ago.

For Feng Huai, it was like a previous life.

But as soon as he entered the kitchen, he turned on the exhaust machine, lit the induction cooker, and turned on the rice cooker to cook. It was like the body's program memory, and he knew exactly what to do.

A black fish has its gills, scales and internal organs removed, and Feng Huai cooks it into a stack of thin, almost transparent fish fillets, and puts it into the soup seasoned with seasoning, and curls into pieces of milky white fish meat, red and green minced pickled peppers Garnish it with broken pieces, and pick up a piece of it after it comes out of the pan.

A spoonful of boiling hot oil is poured over it.

The sound of "Zilla" pouring hot oil instantly stimulates various aromas, and the outstanding taste of pickled peppers stimulates the taste buds.

Feng Huai took a bite of the fish fillet while it was hot, the fish meat was fresh and bouncy, and all the seasoning soup was sucked into the cracks of the fish meat, and the fish was wrapped in a mouthful, which was extremely satisfying.

He warmed the fish fillets with pickled peppers on a small fire, and then continued to process the lotus root cakes.

Two slices of lotus root slices are sandwiched with seasoned minced meat, rolled in corn flour, and then deep-fried in a frying pan. The lotus root is deep-fried to a beautiful golden color before being picked up from the frying pan.

The lotus root cake is crispy and not greasy, and the Maoxuewang is fresh, salty, spicy, and both are dishes for dinner.

Feng Huai put the food on the table and was about to start eating when he heard footsteps coming from the stairs.

He clicked his tongue, frowned, and walked quietly to the back of the door, hiding in the shadowy corner between the back of the door and the high cabinet.

The sounds of leather soles and old wooden stairs approached rhythmically.

When the figure appeared in Feng Huai's field of vision for the first second, he suddenly flashed out from the shadows, slashing his palm horizontally towards the opponent's throat with a palm wind, and after being blocked by the opponent's subconscious, he dodged behind the person and locked the person with his arms human neck.

He leaned close to the back of the man's neck, and whispered dangerously in the other's ear: "Who?"

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me?" The other party asked back.

Feng Huai was slightly taken aback when he heard a familiar voice, and immediately let go of his hand.

He twitched his lips and looked at Yu Ci: "Come up to my building without saying hello, is this the etiquette of university professors?"

Holding a plate of beer in his hand, Yu Ci said helplessly, "I stood downstairs and yelled a few times, but no one answered."

Feng Huai guessed that he was frying lotus root cakes in the kitchen and the door was closed, so he didn't hear him.

Yu Ci continued: "Look at the situation downstairs, I'll go up to see the situation."

"As you can see, the store was smashed as soon as I came back." Feng Huai pointed to the seat and motioned Yu Ci to sit down.

He glanced at the red mark on Yu Ci's wrist that he pinched, and coughed lightly: "So it is necessary to be cautious."

"Agreed." Yu Ci shrugged.

He glanced at the table full of dishes: "It seems that the time I came here is not so coincidental."

Feng Huai twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at Yu Citi's beer and smirked, "Yes, I brought beer with me, so let's eat together."

"Okay." Yu Ci readily responded.

Feng Huai rolled his eyes, got up and brought a pair of bowls and chopsticks to Yu Ci and put them in front of him: "Fortunately, there is still a pair of bowls and chopsticks, otherwise you can grab it with your hands."

There are two sets of bowls and chopsticks in the house. It seems that he is not usually a hospitable person.

Yu Ci smiled, didn't say much, picked up a piece of fish meat and put it in his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly and praised: "The taste is still as good as ever."

Feng Huai narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yu Ci, his words sounded a bit ear-piercing.

Yu Ci didn't pay attention to Feng Huai's scrutinizing eyes, he smiled at Feng Huai, and took another lotus root pancake: "Eat it while it's hot."

The guest acts like the host.

Feng Huai laughed angrily at Yu Ci's thick-skinned appearance. He glanced at the beer at Yu Ci's feet and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Open two bottles of beer and drink."

Yu Ci responded and opened the jar for Feng Huai.

As soon as the metal buckle was pulled open, the wine bubbles rushed up, soaking Yu Ci's pants immediately.

Feng Huai grinned.

Just now, in order to guard against his movements, Yu Ci's hands were not small.