196: Zhao Dashan, who escaped the disaster, made a wish

This discovery suddenly gave him hope of survival; perhaps he could escape this calamity.

Zhao Dashan quickly ransacked the Village Chief's house, found his 30,000 yuan, then searched through all the cabinets, finding some gold and silver jewelry and cash, which he intended to pack and take with him.

Then he looked at the pistol on the table. After only a brief moment of thought, he decisively tucked the gun into hisin my arms. He also found 5 bullets from Chief Li. After using 1 bullet, he now had 12 bullets.

Next, Zhao Dashan went to the kitchen, found a sharp knife, and savagely stabbed the Village Chief, his two sons, and Chief Li several more times, then wiped the knife clean and put it back.

He then found some oil in the kitchen and sprinkled it throughout the house.

After everything was done, Zhao Dashan picked up his machete, decisively lit a fire, and then disappeared into the darkness, returning to his own home.

After he had been lying in bed for a while, shouts finally echoed through the village: "Fire! Fire!!!"

Zhao Dashan calmly got out of bed. As he walked out, he saw that the Village Chief's house was already engulfed in towering flames, with fire and black smoke rising into the sky.

The entire night sky seemed to be ignited, becoming exceptionally red, tinged with a hint of blood.

After pouring a few buckets of water, the villagers gave up on trying to put out the fire, deciding to wait for the firefighters since the blaze was too large.

A group of people stood around the fire, preventing it from spreading to other areas.

"Oh, Dashan is back," some villagers said, casually greeting Zhao Dashan.

"Yes, I came back this morning, slept for a bit, and just woke up to hear about the fire," Zhao Dashan replied.

"Oh, people in the village have been coming back one after another these past two days. They're all migrant workers. You must have made a lot of money this year," the villager chatted casually.

"Uncle, I didn't earn much. They even deducted money. I only got 30,000 after working for a year," Zhao Dashan complained.

"Alas, that's how things are these days. But it's still better than the Village Chief's family, right? They had money, but look at this fire. They say Da Hu and Er Hu were inside too," the villager shook his head.

"Have you seen the Village Chief since you got back?"

"No, I went straight to sleep after I got back."

"Alas, what a pity. This fire is too big. I guess we won't be seeing the Village Chief again," the villager sighed.

Zhao Dashan secretly thought to himself: No need to guess, he's already gone.

The fire burned fiercely, and Zhao Dashan wondered if he had poured a bit too much oil.

By the time the firefighters arrived, the Village Chief's house had already mostly burned down, and the fire was slowly diminishing. So, as soon as the firefighters applied water, the fire was immediately extinguished.

After the firefighters finished their work, they left. Now it was the police's turn.

Over the next few days, the police were basically stationed in the village. They interviewed everyone, including Zhao Dashan, but Dashan said he had just returned that day and hadn't been there.

Indeed, no one had seen him go there, so the police didn't suspect him.

Most importantly, the bodies were completely charred, and all fingerprints and blood in the house were gone, so the police could only gather clues from other sources.

The police observed two types of wounds on the deceased: one from a thinner, pointed knife, and another from a broad machete. Based on the Police Station's assessment, two individuals were likely involved in the crime.

Furthermore, there were signs of rummaging in the drawers of the Village Chief's room, and all the gold and silver jewelry was gone. Therefore, the police concluded it was a robbery, carried out by a gang of two or more people.

The two individuals, after killing Zhao Haiquan and the two others with knives, then stole Chief Li's pistol and killed Er Hu.

Therefore, the police's focus shifted entirely to crimes committed by transient individuals, and no one suspected that the killer was the usually honest and simple Zhao Dashan.

And Zhao Dashan, like an ordinary person, took the money he had earned from a year of hard work, bought some wine and dishes, and spent a peaceful New Year in the village.

He planned to continue working outside after the New Year.

Bringing his beloved small pistol!

... Yue Province Capital.

During the New Year holiday, Ye Lin also returned home on leave.

Normally, given his youth and recent transfer to the Branch Bureau, it wouldn't have been his turn for leave.

However, his achievements were simply too great, and Jiang Jianyang found him a bit annoying, so Gao Dawen directly ordered him to go home for the New Year.

And just the day before he returned to the provincial capital, the system finally stirred.

"Congratulations, Host, for breaking up a major triad gang in Yue Province and capturing the mastermind. You are hereby rewarded with one wish-granting opportunity. The system will consider it at its discretion."

A wish? Ye Lin was momentarily stunned.

He recalled the comic from his previous life about gathering seven dragon balls to summon a divine dragon. Could the system also conjure a divine dragon?

Ye Lin clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and softly said, "Well, if I'm making a wish, I'd like to become like Superman, the kind that can fly."

With that, he looked at the system expectantly.

Inside the system, a sudden burst of light erupted, as if something was about to emerge.

Ye Lin was overjoyed, thinking, 'Holy cow, this actually works?'

A few seconds later, the light within the system abruptly converged into a bolt of lightning, which, with a crack, leaped out of the system and struck Ye Lin on the head.

Ye Lin was electrocuted, shaking uncontrollably, his hair stood on end, his face was scorched black, and a puff of black smoke emerged from his mouth.

Then a cold voice came from the system: "Do not make such unreasonable wishes. Please request items that exist in reality."

Ye Lin coughed twice. "Damn it, if I can't make that wish, just say so! Do you have to strike me with lightning? I didn't do anything wrong."

He cleared his throat, too lazy to clench his fists and close his eyes. He said directly, "Then give our Great Xia an aircraft carrier."

"No, it's too big."

..."Then make me a bit more handsome."

"You are already very handsome; it's not needed."

...Ye Lin was speechless. Could it be any more fake?

What kind of broken wish is this? This isn't allowed, that isn't allowed.

"Then give me a set of chip manufacturing technology. Surely that's possible? It's from the real world, not expensive, and not too big."

The system fell silent, seemingly contemplating something.

After a while, the system finally responded, "Based on the host's wish, the system awards one set of [chip manufacturing technology and processes] and one [lithography machine]."

"Wish concluded. Please check, Host."

With that, two new items appeared in his inventory: one was a complete set of data. Ye Lin clicked to open it and saw it was very, very long, covering everything from design and packaging to processes, but he couldn't understand a single word.

The other was a machine. Although Ye Lin didn't understand it, he knew what a lithography machine was. This was something the country in his past life had always wanted but couldn't get!

Looking at the two items in his inventory, Ye Lin smiled, a genuine smile. 'How badly was I messed up by the Eagle Nation in my previous life? Then in this life, let me make up for it.'