Of course, this was not some nostalgia, but the suffering she and her grandmother had suffered in the past few years. Her uncle and aunt were the ones who took advantage of the fire, and her grandfather was the one who set the fire.

She feels more resentment towards her grandfather than family affection.

"I really didn't expect you to become like this."

When Muke found his grandfather, he was squatting on the curb in front of the bookstore, smoking a cigarette.

There is no black hair left on his head, and his Mediterranean hairstyle is sparse and fluffy.

He has not lived a miserable life in these years. Although not many people buy books and the bookstore is a loss-making business, the large cash inheritance he received is enough for him to live comfortably in his later years.

"I thought you would resent me for the rest of your life." His voice was light, but the deep-set eye circles were red, and there was still white eye droppings on the eyelids that had not been wiped off.

Muke looked at him and didn't know what to say. She had disliked her grandfather since she was a child.

Her grandfather had never cared about her, but he was standing in front of her with red eyes, and she actually felt pitiful for him.

Oh, if other ghosts knew that I was such a soft-hearted person, I'm afraid they would laugh at me.

"I want to buy the bookstore...back."

With the will in hand, Muke can actually ask for it directly. Not only the bookstore, but also the cash that year, Muke can get back together.

But she didn't. Facing such a gray-haired old man, she really couldn't speak as harshly as she did to her uncle.

"Bookstores are a losing business."

"I know, but this is what my dad left behind after all."

Muke's grandfather took the last drag of his cigarette. As the smoke filled the air, he said, "Fifty-four yuan."

No matter how much the bookstore loses money, it can still sell it at this price. This is really a price that is even more affectionate than the family price.

Facing this number that was accurate to the single digit, Muke suddenly thought of something, but Grandpa Muke didn't give her time to think at all, and said directly: "Give me money."

Muke didn't have cash ready, so he scanned the QR code of the bookstore and paid fifty-four yuan.

However, this bookstore only has online banking QR codes, not the common Alipay QR codes and WeChat QR codes.

Muke's grandfather stopped talking nonsense and pulled out a contract from the front desk drawer of the bookstore: "Sign it."

This is a particularly formal bookstore transfer contract. The name of the transferor has already been written, and there is only one missing party.

Of course, this kind of contract cannot be used every day. Her grandfather has already prepared it?

"...Grandpa..." Muke wanted to ask something, but felt like something was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.

Of course she was not moved to tears.

This was originally hers, but now it is just returned to its original owner, and this "return" is three years late.

She just had mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.

Her grandfather did not answer her, but put the key to the bookstore with the contract, lit a new cigarette and left the bookstore.

There were no other staff in the bookstore, and the only person responsible for guarding them was her grandfather. Anyway, these books were not valuable, and basically no one came to steal them.

Muke pursed his lips, casually took out a pen at the front desk, and signed his name.

[Good luck to the ace employee of Dawn Haunted House! Congratulations on recycling your parents’ inheritance - Yunhai Bookstore! 】

[Trigger hidden items - cultural influence.]

[Automatically give away all the books that every tenant in the apartment needs most!]

This reward sounded of little significance, and Muke was not touched at all. He lost his pen and was about to lock the door and leave.

Suddenly, the cell phone rang. Someone called her. Muke locked the door and answered the phone.

"Hello, Ms. Muke, I am a nurse from Baocheng Cancer Hospital. When you stay in our hospital, your bank card will automatically be charged another 54 yuan. We have checked and found that your grandma has been discharged from the hospital.

We have refunded the fee to your bank card. Please come and pick it up when is convenient for you."

Muke frowned: "What the hell is automatic debit bank card?"

"Oh, it's like this. A year ago, an old man came to us and said that he was your grandfather. It's just that there was some conflict between your grandfather and grandson, and you were not willing to see him and get him.

For help, he left a bank card and sent money one after another to let us deduct part of the expenses. He also specifically emphasized that we must not let you know."

Muke's brows did not relax, but instead frowned even more tightly, and she even sneered.

The nurse's voice continued, and she obviously heard Muke's laughter: "No matter how big the conflict has been for a year, we hope you can still forgive your grandfather. Blood is thicker than water. No matter what, we are still a family.

People."

"You are a nurse, not an intimate sister. I know more about my family's situation than you do. This card...he paid a total of how much, and I will refund it all to him. Please call him."

Got into some trouble?

It's so easy to say.

Paying the fee for a year sounds really touching.

But grandma's illness didn't start a year ago! When she needed the money the most, her grandpa didn't know where he was or what he was doing.

They say late love is worthless than grass.

Muke didn't understand this sentence before, but now, after truly feeling the belated warmth, she knew what it meant.

This means that she suffered for no reason for two years.

The next day, when Muke got up during the day, he became cautious and did not even dare to lift the quilt himself.

This is not because she is being pretentious, but because the passive skill of Repair Master has been cooled down, and she is afraid of accidentally repairing the quilt.

She picked up the pistol that was lying next to her pillow.

The pistol didn't have any broken reminder, but Muke just wanted to try it. If he could "repair" a few bullets, it wouldn't be a loss.

After all, pistol bullets are epic-level consumables.

When Muke's hand touched the pistol lightly, it moved on its own like a Transformer and even twisted.

Then Muke just watched it turn into a sniper gun...

Is this completely unreasonable? How big is the sniper gun? How big is the pistol? This can’t be explained by repairs, right? Is this magic?

No, I should say magic.

Muke was shocked, but she used her good attitude and quickly accepted it. Anyway, it was a good result.

It is better to accept good results than to accept bad results.

When Muke returned the sniper gun to Crow, he rarely showed a surprised expression. Especially when Muke said that it was "repaired" from the pistol, the expression on Crow's face was so vivid and three-dimensional for the first time.

"Quickly, come back to the haunted house with me first and try to see if the bullets can still be used."

If you actually want to try it, it must not be wasted. Every bullet in the pistol is extremely expensive.

If an epic prop in the haunted house is sold for cash, it can be exchanged for millions in cash. In other words, a bullet is worth more than 100,000, which is more expensive than a bullet made of gold.
Chapter completed!