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This game, which is inspired by "Three Kingdoms", was happily named "Game of Destiny" in the collective efforts of everyone in the game club.

Lin Yan has nothing to do with this, and he doesn't have any feelings for this game. Therefore, it doesn't matter what the game is called by a stepmother who is used to help Chiba Yuki solve the crisis of the community.

The ability of the little prince of paper-cutting also came in handy. He was cutting out a sketch of Chubby Dun and pasting it on a card.

However, Lin Yan doesn't like this kind of post-collage processing very much. What he prefers is a direct formation. That is to say, Chubby Dun does not only draw the character model, but also directly draws the appearance of the card.

However, Lin Yan looked down and glanced at the little chubby dun lying on the table, confused. It is estimated that he will not be able to do this until at least tomorrow.

After the cards are glued, place them on the windowsill to dry. The members of the game club began to chat happily.

Anyway, being idle is also idle, the poker fortune teller of the poker fortune telling, the playing top of the spinning top. Chiba Games stands on the edge of the windowsill, and the Guardians are covered in wet glue "Destiny Solitaire".

The evening sun draped over her, pulling out a long shadow.

Thanks to these glue cards, Lin Yan seems to have been forgotten by Chiba Yuki, so he can finally do his own thing during this time.

The backstory of "Space Invaders" is completed, and I am looking for an opportunity to give this story, that "childlike" story, and game skills to Haruka Kishimoto. That's what happened over there, even if it's done.

After the game club is done, I promised Haruka Kishimoto that the game draft would be handed over to her. The only trouble left was the fact that my father was drunk and talked about repairing the computer.

The daily income of the current "Space Invaders" arcade is not too much in terms of daily income. The computer that burned out the motherboard, if Dad can't fix it, he can't fix it, just lose money.

Lin Yan thought that when all these things had passed, he could be a carefree boy with peace of mind.

Walking into his own repair shop, Lin Yan's eyes froze.

The atmosphere in the house was very strange, the TV on the first floor, which was turned on almost when it opened, was not lit, and Daddy Lin Fuzhi was gone.

Burglarized at home? Lin Yan thought uncertainly. Doesn't that mean that Tokyo is safe?

However, Lin Yan thought about it and was relieved when he thought of those bad teenagers that night.

A megalopolis, no place to hide dirt is a joke.

Thinking of this, Lin Yan took out a water hose from the corner of the room.

This hose was hidden by him after he was troubled by a delinquent boy that day. It's not just at home. From the Amano Electric Store, there is a road to home.

According to Lin Yan's own running speed, every five seconds of running, there is an iron pipe hidden.

Originally, he wanted to make an electric shocker, that is, an electric baton, which would be easy to carry with him and powerful.

However, he couldn't get the battery and the high-voltage pulse module in a few days. So, for the time being, use the stupid method of hiding iron pipes to defend yourself.

After all, it's not always like last time you're lucky enough to meet Haruka Kishimoto.

Lin Yan walked lightly, bent his waist, and walked carefully on the stairs with the iron pipe, trying not to make a sound.

However, this old house is so annoying. Although Lin Yan was already extremely careful, he still squeaked when he stepped on it.

No way, be more careful. Lin Yan was still two steps away from reaching the second floor. But there was a blind spot in the field of vision, and Lin Yan didn't know if there were any bad people in it.

Therefore, he could only strike first, grasp the iron pipe with both hands, and swing it out hard.

"Tom!" There was a muffled sound.

Lin Yan hit, and sure enough, there were bad guys.

However, I don't know if he has an accomplice, Lin Yan didn't laugh arrogantly, but wanted to make up for the guy who was hit by himself.

But when he saw the people on the ground, he was blinded.

"Dad?" Lin Yan shouted tentatively.

On the wooden floor, Daddy Lin covered his abdomen with his hands, hunched over like a shrimp.

Lin Yan looked at his father who was in a state of convulsions, and the corners of his own eyes twitched twice.

Daddy was at home, so it was unlikely that he had been robbed, so he secretly put down the iron pipe, and then squatted down to help Daddy up.

"You ......," Daddy Lin said weakly.

Lin Yan's heart was also a little uncomfortable, but he had to let him go back to the time just now and make another choice. He'd still choose to swing that stick.

Because, whether there are Tibetans in the blind spot, whether they are thieves or bad people, this is like Schrödinger's cat. No one knows what's inside until they open the box.

If Daddy Lin knew what he was thinking, he might say a word of rebellion. Unfortunately, Daddy didn't know.

After a few minutes of relaxation, Daddy Lin finally returned to normal. He rubbed his still aching abdomen and said calmly, "Follow me." ”

Lin Yan followed behind Father Lin and came to his room.

Pushing open the door, Lin Yan saw that in addition to his mother, there were two men in black in suits in the house.

These two men in black are both with a Chinese face and a serious expression.

"Dad, are they?" Lin Yan asked. He felt that something was wrong. My own funny dad suddenly became serious, which is a problem. And these two cold-faced men in black are even more problematic.

"I'm Honda**, a member of the Investigation Section of the Investigation Department of the Ministry of Finance and the National Tax Agency, and this is the head of the Hattori Department of the Third Division."

The man in black on the left said, and the man in black on the right nodded slightly when he introduced himself.

"May I ask you what is the matter in my house?" Lin Yan asked. National Tax Agency? What does this have to do with me, why is it in my room, it's really inexplicable.

"We want you to explain the source of the large unidentified property." Honda said.

He leaned over and took a drawer, which contained neatly arranged coins, the front and back, in the same direction, and there was no stack of banknotes with a folded corner.

"This is the money I made from the arcade of the game, not unknown property, so it's okay."

Lin Yan didn't care if these two annoying men in black could understand it, he just said so.

"Well, I do. In fact, we also know that this money comes from the machine in front of Amano Electric, but I would like to ask one thing next, Mr. Hayashihiko, have you paid your taxes? ”

Hattori said slowly.

"Need to pay taxes? How did I not know? Lin Yan was confused. Shouldn't ordinary people consciously declare their assets and then pay taxes?

That arcade machine has only been running for a few days, how can it be targeted by tax collectors?