The Secrets of Harrison's Domain Chapter 7

Logan Xiang felt that he was usually a very cautious person. Compared with Owen, he was simply a mature, steady and meticulous... gangster.

I don't know what happened to him these past two days. It's ok that he told lies and forgot to refill his cup, but he actually took out the stolen wallet so easily.

And Asher Cheng’s eyesight was good enough that he didn’t even have time to put the wallet back after he realized what was happening.

"Oh... oh..." Logan Xiang squatted down, holding his stomach. He himself didn't know whether it was because of stomachache or lamenting that his image in Asher Cheng's eyes had fallen into an abyss. Finally, he sighed in a long voice, "Oh---"

Asher Cheng kept looking at him. He squatted on the ground and looked at him for a long time without saying anything. Finally, he took out a card and handed it to the cashier girl: "Swipe the card. Call me when you're done."

Logan Xiang raised his head and wanted to say, "I'll pay you back the three hundred yuan." Asher Cheng squatted in front of him, unzipped his down jacket, and stuffed the envelope into his clothes: "We're even now. Don't come to me again."

Without waiting for Logan Xiang to speak, he stood up, turned around and walked out of the store.

When Logan Xiang chased after him, he saw him get into a taxi, and within two minutes he disappeared at the end of the road.

"What a boast!" Logan Xiang clicked his tongue and turned back to the store. He glanced at the cashier counter, straightened his clothes, put the envelope back into his inner pocket, and slowly walked out.

Asher Cheng looked down on him and was annoyed with him. He didn't want to see him again... Of course, he didn't plan to look for Asher Cheng again. He could understand this feeling. He felt that he could especially understand the feeling of others avoiding him.

Especially, understandable.

Because he is the same.

Four thousand yuan!

But Asher Cheng's words this time still made him feel a little depressed, and he couldn't just laugh it off as he did before. Maybe it was because he hadn't come into contact with such a "normal person" for a long time.

The last "normal person" he talked to was the short-term tenant of No. 20 Dawali, a photographer in his thirties.

That man had been to many places and taken many photos of places like Zhaojiayao. Logan Xiang had looked at the Zhaojiayao in his notebook, and it didn't look like the place where he had lived for nearly twenty years.

"You took the wrong picture. It's not dirty or messy at all," said Logan Xiang.

"Is all you see dirty and messy?" the photographer said. "I see another kind of life."

Logan Xiang didn't understand and stared at the photo for a long time: "Is my life also in this?"

"Yes, part of my life is in here," he said. "My one month of life here."

"Too empty poet," Logan Xiang thought for a long time and laughed, "You are just a spectator, you don't know what life is like here. If you want to know, you definitely don't want to know. The capable ones kill and set fires, the unpromising ones steal and cheat, and the even more unpromising ones can't even make a sound when they open their mouths."

"You are quite interesting, different from other people," the photographer said with great interest, "Let's talk more if we have a chance."

However, they didn't have a chance to talk more afterwards. On the third day after the conversation, the photographer's money and card were stolen, along with a box containing various life items.

So he was forced to leave, and before leaving he gave Logan Xiang a business card and said he would contact him later.

Logan Xiang put the business card in the shabby house in Tongkui Hutong.

A few days later, he saw Uncle Harrison fiddling with the photographer's camera, which was said to be worth tens of thousands of dollars. Of course, the life in it was gone.

He sighed for a while, thinking that life was really like what the audience saw. It was wiped out in the blink of an eye.

Actually, he also loved watching plays, mainly because he had free time. Apart from offering tribute to Uncle Harrison, he had nothing to do in the rest of the time. So others watched him, and he also watched others.

For example, Asher Cheng, but Asher Cheng doesn't want to see him. He wants to see Asher Cheng, but others won't let him.

There is simply no place to reason.

After the winter vacation, Uncle Harrison's family left and Logan Xiang returned to No. 17.

It's quite boring, just a repetitive and boring life.

He went out for a walk in the afternoon, alone, and didn't run far for fear of running into the donkey-faced man.

Donkey Face and Uncle Harrison have always had a grudge, but no one knows what the grudge is about. They probably don't even know it themselves. It's nothing more than you stole my job and I occupied your place, you don't like me and I think you deserve a beating.

But in the past, when people from both sides met, they never started fighting like this. Logan Xiang felt that there must be something else going on here, something that happened recently.

Uncle Harrison didn't let him know that Uncle Harrison had already started to be on guard against him.

Logan Xiang frowned and clicked his tongue. He didn't want to know either.

When he pushed open the door, Logan Xiang saw several people sitting in the room. In addition to Uncle Harrison and Levi, there were a few people he knew but was not familiar with.

Logan Xiang was a little surprised. These people were not in the same circle as Uncle Harrison. Uncle Harrison belonged to the gangster circle, while those few were the ones who were ready to commit serious crimes at any time.

He glanced at the people in the room, no one spoke, he turned and went out again, squatting by the wall and watching the wild cat on the opposite wall basking in the sun and scratching itself.

"Xiao Zhan," after a while, the door behind him opened and someone poked his head out to call him, "Go get something to eat."

"Who are you calling?" Logan Xiang turned around. He had only seen this man once before. He was brought here by Levi. "Me?"

The man leaned on the door and smiled: "Why, who else is there?"

"Fcuk you, whoever wants to eat can do it themselves," Logan Xiang continued to watch the cat with a cigarette in his mouth. Anyone who dared to come over, whether cooked or not, would be ordered to do so. "I don't have time."

"Fcuk!" The man kicked the door and walked out with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Old Four," someone called him from inside, "What are you doing? Have some tea."

"I can't kill you." The man called Lao Si cursed behind Logan Xiang and turned back into the house.

Logan Xiang stood up, stretched, strolled out of the big hole, ordered a few fast food meals at the fast food restaurant at the intersection, and asked them to deliver them to No. 17.

"Xiao Zhan, the money from last time hasn't been settled yet." The boss looked at him reluctantly.

"Ask Uncle Harrison for it," Logan Xiang picked up a piece of meat from the dish and put it in his mouth, "It's not for me to eat."

The boss didn't say anything, just stood there holding a frying pan. Logan Xiang looked at him, sighed, walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "You can get it if you go now. There are a lot of people in the room. If you ask him, he will give it to you."

"Hey!" The boss yelled in annoyance, and after Logan Xiang turned around and left, he added, "Why don't you guys die!"

Logan Xiang smiled and said nothing.

Death? Wait.

He was hungry. There were a bunch of weird people on the 17th. He couldn't get anything to eat, so he had to eat outside. He didn't have much money on him... Even if he had money, he wouldn't be willing to eat.

Logan Xiang has been saving money, but he doesn't know what he is saving it for. However, he hasn't saved much in such a long time.

After wandering around the streets for a long time, I finally arrived at the edge of Zhaojiayao. This place is considered safe and Uncle Harrison has been collecting money here for a long time.

He decided to find a place to eat, the one to which he had not yet paid his rent last month.

The boss was a very honest middle-aged man. Logan Xiang had never been mean to him when he came to collect money on behalf of Uncle Harrison. Once, when he couldn't pay, Logan Xiang didn't take the money and went back. Because of this, Uncle Harrison slapped him twice.

As soon as he entered the door, there were a few people eating. The boss came over with a wry smile when he saw him and asked, "Xiao Zhan?"

"Give me two meat patties." Logan Xiang sat down in the corner.

The boss brought two meat patties and placed them on the table in front of him. After watching him take two bites, he whispered, "What's going on with you? The donkey-faced guy came here yesterday, took the money, and smashed two tables..."

"What?" Logan Xiang raised his eyebrows, "Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

"How would I know what happened to you? You didn't come this month. I saw his people coming and wondered if it was..." The boss was frowning, "My table was smashed."

This is a big deal. This is not Donkey Face's territory. Now his people suddenly come here to collect money, which is a challenge to Uncle Harrison.

Logan Xiang understood why the donkey-faced man was chasing him and beating him. He was trying to steal his land.

"Call me if his people come again," Logan Xiang stood up with a meat pie in his mouth and said as he walked out, "Don't tell him I know."

"What about the money..." the boss asked hesitantly.

"Let's talk about it later. Now I'm leaving." Logan Xiang lifted the curtain and walked out.

Uncle Harrison was not surprised by this, and Logan Xiang did not ask much. The people Uncle Harrison called might be for this, but it was definitely not just for this. It was just that the gangsters did not need to get together with those people to fight for territory.

Logan Xiang felt that Uncle Harrison was getting so old that he started thinking about committing suicide.

"Don't go out for the time being," Uncle Harrison said, holding the teapot, "just stay home and don't go far."

"Oh." Logan Xiang responded.

"Xiao Zhan," Uncle Harrison walked up to him, bent down and stared at him for a while, "It's not easy for me to raise you to this age."

"Thank you, uncle." Logan Xiang said, his eyes fixed on Uncle Harrison's collar, where a piece of red rope was exposed. He knew that under the red rope was a jade ruyi with very good water content.

Uncle Harrison pressed his collar, tapped his head twice, and went upstairs with the teapot.

Logan Xiang has his own room at No. 17. It is very small and is located next to the corridor leading to the backyard. It is only big enough for a bed. When Uncle Harrison's family comes, they put their luggage in it.

Logan Xiang lay in the hut bored for a few days. People were coming and going outside. Uncle Harrison and Levi often went out. No one knew what they were planning, or maybe they had already started implementing it.

He didn't have time to think about it, his stomach hurt. This stomach is amazing, he usually has no regular eating and resting habits, but the pain is more frequent than lying in bed all the time.

If this continues, I really need to go to the hospital.

After Uncle Harrison and Levi went in and out for a few days, they suddenly calmed down.

Logan Xiang's stomachache did not subside. He had not eaten anything for more than a day, and his legs began to hurt. He asked Uncle Harrison for some money, ate some steamed buns and went to the hospital early in the morning.

"Why are you asking Uncle Harrison for money? Look at the look in his eyes," Owen said, limping and frowning, "I have some here. I plan to have a comprehensive physical examination today..."

"Oh," Logan Xiang laughed, holding his stomach. "A comprehensive physical examination? That's not something that Zhaojiayao people would say."

"You'd better get a physical examination. Don't be so fearless," Owen said seriously. "Are you familiar with that doctor? See if he can help you arrange something..."

"Shut up," Logan Xiang interrupted him, "You really don't despise yourself."

Logan Xiang is not not afraid of death. He is quite afraid of death. His stomachache has not gone away for so long, so he is afraid and went to the hospital.

But he would not go for any physical examination, and he did not understand why Owen had to go for a physical examination, as if he was a normal person, eating, sleeping, working, living, and even having physical examinations.

After entering the hospital, Owen went to the physical examination center and Logan Xiang went to the gastroenterology department.

He found the Department of Gastroenterology on the department distribution map and discovered that it was on the same floor as the Department of Orthopedics.

He clicked his tongue and Asher Cheng's face flashed before his eyes.

After going up to the second floor, the elevator showed the orthopedics department on the left and the gastroenterology department where Logan Xiang was going to go to on the right.

Logan Xiang looked to the left, then turned right.

Asher Cheng had been busy all morning and had no time to eat at noon. He finally found some time to go to the toilet, but when he entered the toilet, the cleaning lady was busy inside.

"I don't know who vomited all over the floor," the elder sister said, "Doctor, you go over there."

Asher Cheng felt that it was a good thing that he hadn’t eaten lunch, so he quickly stepped out and trotted to the other end of the corridor.

There are quite a lot of people seeing the doctor today. For a month or two after the Chinese New Year, there are more patients in the Department of Gastroenterology than usual. The chairs outside the clinic are all filled with people waiting for their numbers to be called.

When Asher Cheng walked over, he casually glanced at the crowd and someone's eyes met his.

Zhanhong... no, Logan Xiang, was sitting in the chair, looking at him with his head tilted and his hands supporting his forehead.

When their eyes met, Logan Xiang curled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Asher Cheng didn't know whether he was here to scam people again or to see a doctor, so he didn't bother to pay attention to him and ran to the toilet first.

After coming out of the bathroom, Logan Xiang was still sitting in the same position without moving. His complexion was quite bad and he looked very pale, which made the small Band-Aid under the corner of his eye particularly obvious.

This band-aid is still there? Decoration?

"Doctor Cheng." Logan Xiang called out as he passed by.

"Ah," Asher Cheng responded, "Are you here to see a doctor?"

"My stomach hurts," Logan Xiang said, "I'm waiting for a gastroscopy."

"Are you hungry?" Asher Cheng looked at his face and it seemed that he really had a stomach problem. He made up a lie because his life was higher than life...

"I haven't eaten since yesterday." Logan Xiang smiled.

"Then... wait a little longer," Asher Cheng thought of his wallet and money, as well as his ID and bank card that had been thrown away somewhere, and he was in no mood to talk to him anymore, "I have other patients."

There were always many patients in the afternoon. Asher Cheng was so busy that he went from being very hungry to not being hungry anymore. Finally, when it was almost time to get off work, he felt like he was about to become an immortal.

When the last patient left, Asher Cheng found that forty minutes had passed since the end of his shift. He changed his clothes, opened a drawer, found a chocolate pie, took a couple of bites, and walked out of the clinic.

"Doctor Cheng is off work." A young nurse ran past him.

"Yeah." He smiled.

"It's still early today. I see Doctor Carter is still busy." The young nurse ran into the elevator.

Asher Cheng stretched, moved his arms, took out his cell phone and called his mother. His father had to go on a business trip for a meeting tomorrow, and he promised to go back for dinner today.

"Can you come back now?" Mom answered the phone.

"I just came out. Do you want me to take anything back?" Asher Cheng walked downstairs. There were not many patients in the internal medicine department. He took two steps and stopped at the escalator.

Logan Xiang was sitting in a chair with his head down, staring at his phone in a daze.

His complexion was still not good and he seemed quite depressed. He was quite tall, but his legs were stretched so long that he looked very thin.

Gastroscopy results are not good?

"No need to bring it, just come back quickly. Oh, there's something I always forget to tell you," my mother said on the phone, "your ID card was mailed back home, what's going on?"

"Hmm?" Asher Cheng was stunned. "My ID card?"

"Yes, I sent it back before the New Year, but I was so busy that I forgot to tell you," said my mother, "Did someone pick it up and throw it in the mailbox?"

"...Maybe," Asher Cheng thought for a moment, "Just leave it there. I'm using my new ID card."

After hanging up the phone with his mother, Asher Cheng hesitated for a moment and walked to Logan Xiang.

Logan Xiang was quite absorbed in his daze. Asher Cheng stood beside him for a long time without even looking up. Finally, Asher Cheng cleared his throat and asked, "Have you finished the examination?"

"Hey?" Logan Xiang raised his head and was a little surprised when he saw him, "Doctor Cheng? Damn, which idiot is so bored standing by and watching me in a daze..."

Asher Cheng didn't know how to respond to what he said.

"I've checked it out, and there's no tumor," Logan Xiang smiled at him and stood up, "Are you off work?"

"I'm off work," Asher Cheng nodded, "Um... my ID card, did you send it to me?"

"Did you receive it? It took me so long to receive it?" Logan Xiang sighed. "I heard that if you put your ID card in a mailbox, the postman will deliver it back to your address. It seems to be true."

"I received it before the New Year." Asher Cheng almost blurted out thank you, but then he remembered that the ID card was sent by Logan Xiang, but he also stole it, so he quickly stopped talking.

Then he didn't know what to say. When he turned around to leave, he stopped again. He couldn't help but pointed at the band-aid on Logan Xiang's eye: "Is this thing growing from the face?"

Logan Xiang was stunned for a moment, then he touched the corner of his eye and laughed: "Yes, pick it when it's ripe, it will grow again. Last time it was Hello Cat, now it's Doraemon."

Asher Cheng watched him laugh for a long time, then finally turned around and walked towards the escalator. He really didn't know what else to say.

"Doctor Cheng." Logan Xiang stopped laughing and called him from behind.

Asher Cheng sighed, stopped and turned around.

Logan Xiang came over, tore off the band-aid on his face, and pointed to the corner of his eye: "It's to block this."

Asher Cheng was a little confused: "Tear mole?"

The skin next to the teardrop mole is very white, and is obviously different from the skin next to it. It can be seen that it has been there for a long time... What a magical reason.

"Yeah," Logan Xiang nodded, and took out a small pack of Band-Aids from his pocket. They were all cartoon-shaped. He picked out a little bear and put it back on. "It's unlucky."

Asher Cheng found it baffling. How could a mole be auspicious or unlucky? But he didn't say anything.

Because when he was about to speak, Logan Xiang bent his legs, pounded his legs, and kicked them twice. This action made him change the question: "Does your leg hurt?"

"Ah, this stomachache has spread to my legs..." Before Logan Xiang finished speaking, Asher Cheng suddenly bent down and pressed on his legs. He was startled, "What's wrong?"

"Where does it hurt? Here? Or here?" Asher Cheng asked, "Is it a muscle pain or a bone pain? How long has it been hurting?"

Logan Xiang was asked for a long time without answering, and after a while he jumped on the spot: "It hurts, I may have been lying in bed for a long time these two days... Is this your occupational disease? Why are you so nervous?"

"No, are you sure it's muscle pain? If it's bone pain and it keeps hurting without relief, you should go to the hospital." Asher Cheng stood up, said nothing else, turned around and got on the escalator.