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Looking at the unfamiliar number displayed on his phone.

Fang Cheng hesitated for a moment, but still chose to press the answer button.

"Hey, A-Cheng, it's me!"

A slightly unruly voice quickly came from the receiver.

"Uncle?"

Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows and immediately said, "Where are you now? Why did you change your number?"

"I'm busy with business outside, accompanying clients."

Li Dingjian answered vaguely, then asked, "Has Grandpa's surgery been done? How is his condition?"

Fang Cheng then relayed the general situation and the doctor's instructions to him.

"Ai--"

Li Dingjian sighed heavily upon hearing this, and then cursed:

"I could have made it back to Dongdu in time, but something unexpected happened, and I was delayed by a few bastards..."

Speaking of this, he paused, then added with a hint of joy:

"Let's not talk about my affairs for now. You and your sister have been working hard these days. I'll be back in a few days, and Uncle will give you a big surprise!"

Surprise?

Fang Cheng shook his head and smiled, hoping that his uncle could return safely.

The two continued chatting for a few words before hanging up.

Looking at the time displayed on his phone.

Today is the 27th, the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, only ten days away from the New Year.

He had been busy with training and improving his skills recently, it seemed he had to take some time to buy New Year goods.

For example, buying a new dress for his mother and preparing a gift for Wen Xin.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng looked up at the bustling crowd on the pedestrian street in front of him, and the dazzling array of shop windows.

Today is the weekend, and this is a well-known commercial center in Jiangdong District.

There were many citizens shopping, each with children and pushing shopping carts, creating a rather crowded scene.

Many shopping malls and stores took the opportunity to launch promotional activities to welcome the New Year.

Since the fitness equipment didn't seem satisfactory, he might as well buy some New Year goods to take home first.

Listening to the song "Congratulations on Your Fortune" floating into his ears, Fang Cheng followed the crowded people and walked into a rather lively large supermarket next door.

An afternoon passed in the blink of an eye.

The setting sun dyed the sky red, and the street lights and signs on both sides of the street gradually lit up, adding a bit of festive atmosphere.

The surrounding pedestrians shopping did not decrease, but became more and more noisy.

Fang Cheng walked out of the mall carrying two large shopping bags.

Today, he had indulged in shopping to his heart's content, and the things he bought almost filled the trunk of the taxi.

They were basically clothes, snacks, daily necessities, and the like.

This was not the end.

"Little brother, are you preparing to learn fitness?"

Fang Cheng sat in the back seat and nodded in response.

The driver was obese, had a short beard, and seemed to be a chatterbox, constantly talking along the topic:

"Fitness is good, grow more muscles. If you encounter bad people, show off your biceps, and they won't dare to attack you."

"You know, the security in Dongdu is not very good now. In the past two months, there have always been gang fights with machetes in Jiangbei..."

Fang Cheng smiled upon hearing this, but said nothing.

The driver spoke for a while, feeling a little bored, and refocused his attention on the road conditions.

At this time, the radio song melody from the car radio suddenly paused and turned to human voice:

"Now broadcasting a piece of news, recently, unknown causes of strange diseases have appeared in many areas of Dongdu. So far, hundreds of people have been infected. The symptoms are intermittent mania, pupils rolling back, slow response, and unusually strong strength, with a tendency to violent attacks..."

"The Department of Health has initially identified it as an extremely rare infectious disease, which may be related to mad cow disease that occurred in a certain country. The transmission routes of air droplets and water sources can be ruled out, so the risk of large-scale epidemics is low."

"Currently, the police have taken measures to seal off and investigate the locations where cases are frequently occurring. If it is not necessary, citizens are requested to stay away from the following locations..."

"At the same time, please rest assured, do not spread rumors or create rumors. If there are similar symptoms around you, please call the police in time, or call the hotline..."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and found that Fang Cheng sitting in the back row was attracted by the news.

Thinking he had found a topic, he started nagging again:

"Little brother, you don't know, this afternoon when I was picking up passengers in Xiguan, I encountered a crazy man. Fortunately, I know kung fu and am agile. So I took the initiative to do what is right and decisively subdued him before the police arrived."

"Master, you also know kung fu?"

Fang Cheng couldn't help but look surprised when he heard this, looking at the burly driver.

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"Of course, otherwise how dare I drive the night shift?"

The driver laughed and said with a bit of pride:

"Tell you, the kung fu I learned is the famous Dasheng Pi Gua Quan. This boxing method pays attention to long bridges and big horses, and defeating the enemy with one move..."

In the face of the driver's endless barrage of words, the taxi was also driving smoothly and quickly.

When night fell, he finally arrived at Old Factory Street.

Fang Cheng got out of the car, and the driver's mouth was still chattering:

"Little brother, I had a very speculative conversation with you. If I have a chance to meet you again next time, I will teach you a few tricks. There is a saying that goes well, with kung fu, there are no cowards..."

Fang Cheng's ears were buzzing, and he was quite speechless in his heart, so he could only smile and nod.

He felt that this guy's level of chatter was even worse than Pan Wendi's.

Fortunately, after mastering meditation, his willpower has been improved, and his resistance to various noises has also been significantly enhanced.

Otherwise, he might have been unable to resist taking action and shutting him up along the way.

Seeing the taxi turn around and leave, Fang Cheng then picked up the two big bags and walked upstairs.

"A-Cheng, you bought so many New Year goods?"

"Yes, Uncle Chen."

Now is the evening rush hour after work, and electric bikes are coming and parking in the downstairs aisle.

Many neighbors meet together and greet each other, chatting for a few words.

Fang Cheng responded while walking upstairs.

Arriving at the 9th floor, he glanced at the iron gate of the Zhou family with the lights shining through.

He saw that there were only two people in the house, Zhou Xiumei and Grandma sitting at the dining table, eating dinner silently.

It is estimated that the police station has a lot of cases during this period, and Uncle Zhou rarely comes home when he is busy.

As for Aunt He, she still hasn't brought her son back from her parents' home.

The New Year is approaching, but a family appears unusually deserted.

Fang Cheng sighed slightly.

Relatively speaking, his family is still going smoothly in everything. He hopes that Grandpa can be discharged from the hospital before New Year's Eve and have a family reunion.

Ka-da.

Fang Cheng took out the key and opened the door.

Just as he was about to put down the two bags of New Year goods and put on his slippers.

His eyes suddenly narrowed, and he saw a brand new postcard lying on the floor in the entrance.

In the darkness, the postcard shimmered with a cold luster.

When he saw the string of strange and bizarre text symbols written on it.

Fang Cheng's eyes were even more locked, and he took a deep breath.