king x king

It rained for a few days and gradually stopped.

King Jin dragged the classic blue-white-red-striped woven bag that weighed almost as much as he squeezed out of the bus. With a flick of the rope on his wrist, he turned around and patted the bus door that had already begun to close: "Close the door slowly!"

The car door opened again.

A flabbergasted flower hen also got out of the car half-walking and half-rolling under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The hair on King Jin's forehead was completely wet with sweat. He straightened his shoulder bag, then bent down and picked up the huge woven bag, half-hanging and half-backing it on his back, and then looked at the hen with messy feathers. Said: "Let's go."

Then, regardless of whether the hen could understand or not, she walked away.

When the rope tied around the hen’s neck was pulled, the hen had no choice but to leave. At 05:30 in the afternoon, most of the pedestrians who were hurrying along the Haiyang Road slowed down involuntarily, looking at a tall and thin man. The thin and tall boy with glasses carried a huge woven bag with the momentum of carrying a cement bag, striding forward with a half-drawn hen half behind him, he just killed a road full of people like Moses dividing the sea in the downtown area during the rush hour. The road that tastes like chicken feathers.

In fact, King Jin didn't intend to be a maverick. Not to mention those city people with wide-eyed eyes, even in the countryside, few people would tie a rope around a chicken's neck.

But he brought a lot of things today, and he really couldn't spare a hand to carry another bamboo basket containing chickens.And he couldn't bear to leave the flower hen in the country without bringing it—it was one of the most concrete and distinct things in his only personal property.

King Jin knew the address by heart before he came. The city's public transportation system is very powerful, and he almost arrived at his destination after getting off the bus and crossing a road.

Even though he had imagined several times in his heart the appearance of the inheritance that he had never met before and fell from the sky, when he actually stood in front of the door, King Jin was still taken aback.

The house in front of him was extravagantly large in a city where every inch of land was expensive. The three-storey small western-style building was probably more than three times as old as his golden king.And it actually has a small vestibule like a foreign movie.

King Jin put down the woven bag, took out a bunch of heavy keys from the inner pocket of the shoulder bag, and opened the black iron chain link gate.

Although the house is old, it is not dilapidated inside. The lawyer said that the house was regularly tidied up before, and my grandfather did not live in this city.Although it was a little deserted, it was not as dusty and cobweb-covered as he had imagined.

King Jin put the woven bag on the floor of the living room on the first floor, and without looking around, he put the half-dead flower hen on the small balcony on the second floor first, so as not to drag the house all over the floor.

Then he took out the large envelope from the bag and checked it carefully.

When he received this envelope three days ago, King Jin thought he had found the wrong person.

Because the text message in the envelope simply informed him that King Jin had a grandfather who died recently and left a house.King Jin's father is long gone, that is to say, King Jin is now the sole heir of that house, and several documents he has never seen are attached to the letter.

King Jin's parents went to the city and got into a car accident when he was in his second year of high school. King Jin barely managed to finish high school with the money left by his parents, and when he was about to graduate and go to work in Guangdong, he received this.

On the second day after receiving the letter, a man in a suit came to his house. He said he was a lawyer and led him around the city. As soon as King Jin put it in his arms, he said that he was done, and sent King Jin home to pack his things, and then went to the city to move in by himself.

King Jin thought that since he had a house in the city, he would simply not go to Guangdong in the future and stay in the city to find a job.So I packed up my belongings in the country, and then I carried the woven bag like a hill, and led my clucking hens into the city.

Even though he had never seen anything on the market, King Jin also knew that the market value of this house might not be able to afford it in his entire life after going through the procedures led by the lawyer - real estate appraisal, etc., but even so , unless the house is sold, the King Jin, who can fit all his belongings in a woven bag, is still a pauper.

Moreover, this house is so big that he can't count all kinds of wall lamps, table lamps, floor lamps, and chandeliers. If he really lives here, he may not be able to afford the water and electricity alone.

what to do?Do you really want to become a strange person who guards the mansion and lights candles and eats steamed buns?

King Jin thought for a while, stood up and carried the large bunch of keys and walked up his arms, intending to take a closer look at the small fortune he had just inherited.

King Jin walked through the three floors very quickly. He took the key and tried one by one, basically figuring out the locations of various rooms, toilets, and storage rooms.

The largest room at the end of the second floor was made into a study, and the dark red bookshelves inside occupied two entire walls.

The bookshelves are full of thick books in large format. The dark spines and gold-plated foreign characters add a heavy and mysterious flavor to this quiet study.

It's incredible.

King Jin has always believed that although his parents are indeed more refined than their neighbors, they are still rural people.My family relies on a canteen in the village to survive, and my father never mentions the matter of the elders. King Jin always thought that his grandparents were gone long ago.

But now it seems... the Jin family, the monopoly tycoon of Tan Le Village's catering department, turned out to have such a great capitalist relative.

A suede armchair, a desk big enough to lie on, and a pile of pompous books... King Jin felt that his grandfather, whom he had never met, might not only be a capitalist, but also a hedonist in the capitalist family .

But why is grandpa so rich, but dad never mentions it?

And grandpa...has never appeared in that small farmyard.

But in any case, no one has answered these questions for him now.

King Jin put the document bag containing the inheritance certificate on the desk, thought for a while, then took out another piece of paper and put it on top.

"Grandpa, I am King Jin." King Jin clasped his hands together. "Well... I'm here, and I will take good care of the house you left in the future."

"Also, I'm admitted to university." King Jin said. "The notice arrived last week. I wanted to burn it to show my parents, and then go to work. Later, when lawyer Peng contacted me, I found out that I still have a grandfather, so I wanted to show it to you. Hmm ..."

Although King Jin was the only one talking, looking at the empty armchair, King Jin was still stuck.

Cool for 3 minute.

Regarding the admission notice and the university, King Jin actually didn't have too many regrets. The reason why he took the college entrance examination was because he believed that since he had studied in high school, he should have the beginning and the end.

On the contrary, the neighbors felt more sorry for him.

But although I don't plan to read it, this notice still has some commemorative significance.

King Jin finally gave up greeting his grandfather. After thinking about it, he put the notice and those documents into a file bag, planning to hide them for safekeeping.

but……

He looked around.

Walking around just now, there seems to be no safe in this house, and it is difficult to find any hidden compartments for the time being.

King Jin focused his eyes on the two huge bookcases behind the desk. The various large books on them were difficult to read just by looking at the spine, and the titles of the books in gilding or cursive seemed dizzying.

King Jin dragged the armchair to one of the bookcases, stepped on it, hesitated for a while, and picked out a large book with a relatively low-key color and dark silver text. He planned to hide the file bag in it, and only he himself would know about it in the future. Stuff is caught in this book.

There was a muffled thunder outside the window. When he got out of the car, the sky was still gloomy. It might rain again tonight.

King Jin stretched out his hand and carefully pulled out the heavy book.

"Ha~"

A sigh.

"?" King Jin turned his head, and there was silence in the study.

He seemed to hear someone sigh just now.Is it an illusion?

King Jin turned his head and returned his attention to the big book in his hand.

Like the spine, the cover of this book is also pure black, except for a few rows of characters in twisted and weird fonts, there is only a small complicated coat of arms.

King Jin was very satisfied.

Such a simple design is so coquettish in these two bookcases, no, it is easily overlooked in the gorgeous big books.

King Jin gently stroked the dark silver title, ready to open it.

"Whoo~"

Another sigh.

King Jin's fingers stopped and rested on the book cover.

This time it must not be an illusion, he really heard it just now.

Is the house haunted?

or else...

King Jin lowered his head and looked at the heavy book in his hand.

If it wasn't an illusion, he felt that the voice just now seemed to come from his hand.

Because King Jin was a rural child who slept in a room alone and often walked through the cemetery at night, so he did not drop the book in his hand and scream, but lifted the book and looked at it carefully.

He remembered that when he was in junior high school, greeting cards that could sing were very popular for a while. Once opened, the simple sounder glued to the inner page would play music.

The cover of this book was very hard, and it was old, and the paper seemed to be a little damp. King Jin had to use a little bit of strength to open the book.

Almost at the same time, a bolt of lightning strikes, instantly brightening the study room—followed by an explosion of thunder.

Dazed by the light of the lightning, King Jin subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.Before he realized it, the big book had already fallen from his hand, making a dull sound.

King Jin still couldn't open his eyes.

This is not quite right.

Lightning should be fleeting, but the room...is still blindingly bright.

Another loud thunder!

King Jin's ears were numb from the shock, and he almost fell off the chair.

He bent down and supported the back of the chair, trying to feel his way to the ground, but halfway through the movement, he slowly stopped.

……wrong.

That voice just now was not Lei.

King Jin's ears were still ringing, but the sudden stagnation of the atmosphere in the room made him feel like he was sharp.

The glare was still on, but King Jin's eyes could barely be opened.

But he didn't think it was a good thing.

Because the sound that made his ears tingle just now... It's not so much thunder, it's better to say that it's close at hand, an explosion suddenly occurred in this study.

Or to put it more precisely, maybe there was thunder just now, but that sound is definitely not just thunder.

King King has only heard this sound on TV, on the Discovery Channel.

The roar of a huge, agile, brave and ruthless beast.This is how it is described on TV: the king of animals.

King Jin clutched the back of the chair tightly, maintaining a half-squat position, motionless.

Because he couldn't move - he stiffened his neck, turned his face halfway, his eyes were firmly pressed against the center of the study, and he couldn't move away.

The thick mane turned light golden in the dazzling glare that appeared out of nowhere, and the elegant and dangerous body line was full of suffocating oppression. King Jin could imagine that it might pounce on him at any time without looking carefully. How sharp his claws are.

Under the claws of the stern king is that low-key and weird book.

And the door of the study is on the far opposite side.