Chapter 625 The Story of Cat
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Milo opened the door and walked in with Enid smelling of alcohol.
Putting the muddy Enid on Emma's bed.
Emma, who was sitting at the desk on the windowsill, turned around. The huge frame hanging on the bridge of her nose held up her face, no, her whole body, very small.
Seeing Enid's drunken appearance, Emma didn't look too surprised. She just calmly pushed the long hair that blocked her sight behind her ears and said:
"Scenes from nightmares" Appeared. "
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"Don't worry, she vomited everything in her stomach on the way." Milo found a pillow and raised Enid's head. Then another window opened.
Enid, who had already laid down, was still frowning and mumbling something that no one could understand, with an occasional "yue" in her words.
Emma still maintained the posture of turning her head. She supported the mirror frame with her shoulders, and then asked:
"Enjoyment House?"
"That's what she wanted to go to." Milo said. Spread your hands.
"Remember to pour a glass of water and put it on the bedside. She will be very thirsty in the middle of the night." Emma turned her eyes back to the book.
“Aren’t you going to sleep with her?” Milo asked.
Emma shook her head: "I want to solve the entire equation as soon as possible... After all, I don't have enough time, and it's a bit too luxurious to waste it on sleep."
Her tone was very calm.
Milo didn't say much, just nodded:
"Then take a rest when you are tired."
Then he turned around and went downstairs to pour a glass of water and bring it back.
"Then I'll leave this little thing to you tonight."
When he was about to close the door and leave, Emma seemed to remember something, turned around and reminded Milo:
"Speaking of little things, you have one in your room too."
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In his room, Milo saw the little thing Emma mentioned.
Unlike Enid’s big little thing who was full of nonsense and yue, the one in Milo’s room is really a “little thing”.
Opening the closet door, Milo saw a pair of wide and reflective eyes in the darkness.
After confirming that the guy didn't suffocate himself in the pile of clothes, Milo turned around and lit the lamp in the room, pulled up a chair and sat down.
"Explain what you want to do hiding in my closet."
It's not Marshall or the Wendigo hiding in the closet, it's Marty.
Do you still remember the youngest psychic in Nanwei City?
In other words, a master of cat abuse.
Milo had almost forgotten about this problem child. He seemed to remember that the last time he saw him was in a law enforcement agency.
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Marty is still very young and much thinner than his peers. It seems as if only his brain is growing.
The whole body exudes a childish temperament, but it is matched with a pair of excessively deep and dark black eyes.
He poked his head out of the dark closet and took a look at Milo. A look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he slowly crawled out, muttering in his mouth:
"Look The nightmare is not entirely accurate, you didn’t bring back the midnight snack.”
With a completely familiar attitude, he walked to Milo’s bed, leaned against it and wanted to jump on it, but found his legs. Too short.
Milo rolled his eyes, took the initiative to move his seat and sat on the window sill, giving up the only chair in the room to the little devil.
Marty climbed on the chair and sat down before slowly saying:
"Finn invited me to play, but he didn't know that I hid in the closet. You don't believe it. ? It's very common for children to become friends after a fight."
"But why the wardrobe?" Milo asked.
Marty pointed to Milo's bed, which was too high for a child of his size, meaning - I have demonstrated it just now, it cannot be climbed up.
Then he added: "Didn't you feel safe hiding in the closet when you were a child?"
Milo shook his head: "Not at all. Until I was twelve years old, I firmly believed that the closet was closed. Monsters will crawl out and eat people at night while I'm sleeping."
Marty showed a thoughtful expression, as if he was really thinking about the nonsense that Milo said, and nodded. : "Interesting statement."
"I'll take you home. We already have one naughty child at home, no more." These days, Finn always takes advantage of Milo when he's not paying attention. Secretly look through the "elective" he had hidden in the corner.
“One?” Marty suddenly looked up at Milo in confusion.
After staying for a second or two, he lowered his head and muttered softly: "Shouldn't it be two..."
This guy seems to be a bit talkative.
As we all know, those who can truly shatter people's sense of security silently are not monsters with heads full of eyes and fierce looks, but ignorant children and semi-demented children. old man.
And Marty in this state at this moment is the former.
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"My mother is going to send me to the church's shelter." He suddenly said.
"Let me guess, because you cut the kitten at home into two pieces and forgot to add seasoning when boiling it in the pot?" Milo asked with a yawn.
"Spice?..."
Sometimes Marty is smarter than an adult, but sometimes he is as ignorant as a real child and doesn't hear it at all. There was sarcasm and irony in Milo's words.
And he also talked about some previous things to himself, not caring whether Milo was interested in listening.
The story is mostly about another cat.
Before the cat that turned into two stars appeared, Marty and his family actually had an orange kitten.
"It was picked up by the landlord, Uncle Locke. It has many orange patterns on its body. It is not afraid of people at all and will take the initiative to get into your arms."
Marty Said:
“It has small bugs on its body and a dirty nose. It likes to scratch carpets and curtains, so neither father nor mother like it and always tie it in the living room.”
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"It is very thin. I guess it is very afraid of the cold. Many times it will bark all night long. The next day, it can't make any sound from its throat, and can only make a hassing sound..."
As he spoke, Marty opened his mouth to breathe like a cat. Haha, I choked myself so much that I coughed repeatedly and burst into tears.
But he still coughed and said:
“When I got up one morning, my father said that Xiaoju was not a good cat because it crawled into his bed last night. .”
"Little Orange disappeared before I woke up, and my father's sheets disappeared with it."
"Later, my mother said that my father had wrapped it in a sheet and tossed it up earlier that day. He was smashed to death on the steps outside his house."
"They comforted me and said that Xiaoju was a bad cat and that he would infect me with the virus. They told me that this was how the previous great plague came about. "
"I also said a lot of bad things about the landlord, Uncle Locke, and promised to help me find a new healthy cat."
"Soon, on the night of my birthday. , I met the new cat that my father brought back.”
"There are no bugs on its body, and there is no black dirt on its nose..."
"But it won't stretch its neck to rub against people, and there are no orange patterns on its body. It is gray, but cats are not Should it be orange? What do you think?”
“It should be orange...”
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The story ends abruptly, it seems. There was some confusion in Marty's thinking about orange and gray.
At this point, Milo can probably understand why the gray kitten turned into two stars.
“But the problem is.”
Milo held his chin and muttered:
“It was your father who made Xiao Ju disappear, and it had nothing to do with Xiao Hui, wasn’t it? "Yeah, so I don't understand why they are so angry. My mother wants to send me away like crazy, and so do the neighbors. Even Uncle Locke said I was a devil." Marty revealed. A puzzled look.
Mother, neighbor, Uncle Locke...
Milo suddenly noticed that an important character seemed to be missing from Marty's words.
So he asked:
"What did you do?"
Marty lowered his head and started to pick his fingers, and said in a very calm tone:
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"I wrapped my father in a sheet..."
Milo pinched his eyebrows.
"Okay, I finally know why she sent you to the church shelter."
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"Xiaoju is a bad cat, I am Bad boy, right?" Marty raised his head and asked Milo very seriously.
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Milo looked at those dark eyes and didn't know how to answer for a while.
Maybe Marty’s parents did do something wrong. Maybe from their point of view, they did not do anything wrong, but the method was cruel. But it is precisely this cruelty that they thought was benevolent that took root in the child’s heart. , infinite zoom...
“Thank you for sharing your story.”
Milo spread his hands.
Then he pointed to his bed and said:
"I don't think I'll send you back tonight. Why don't you lie here for a while?"
Marty looked at Milo's bed She got on the perfectly flat sheets and didn't answer.
"Or you can sleep in the closet." Milo shrugged and corrected himself.
"Okay." Marty nodded.
"Then let me tidy up the closet first. You've turned it into a chicken coop."
Milo stood up and walked to the closet.
He planned to take out the clothes piled up in the closet and put something in it to make Marty sleep more comfortably.
He opened another door of the closet, and the flame of the kerosene lamp finally filled the interior of the closet.
Behind the scattered clothes hanging on the inner wall of the wardrobe, Milo saw something familiar.
That's a painting.
A painting composed of a child's tender brushstrokes.
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Almost the entire inner wall of the wardrobe is filled with messy lines of black paintbrush.
But the one who appears in the center of the picture this time is not the night devil with three flaming eyes.
A circular white space appeared in the upper middle part of the black inner wall. Under the dim red light of the kerosene lamp, the white space was dyed with a layer of color, and the incomplete circle turned into a shape that Milo could not get rid of during this period. The word that went there - blood moon.
And below the blood moon.
There are too many confusing lines stacked on top of each other.
They seem to be nothing, and yet they seem to represent everything, because the earth under the blood moon is filled with disordered chaos and death...
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At the very bottom of the screen, there is a dazzling blank space.
It was a human figure, and the fair skin seemed to imply that it was a woman.
On her body, there are the only clear and steady brushstrokes in the entire painting.
The deep shape formed by a few lines was something that Milo could recognize at a glance.
That is the crack from the abyss.
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“Did you draw it?”
Milo turned back to look at Marty.
The latter blinked, then nodded and replied:
"Nightmare painted it."
Did you have a cat when you were a child?
(End of this chapter)