Chapter 921 Cat’s Revenge 12
F whispered: "Mimi, be good." He crept closer and tried to pretend to be relaxed, but in fact he was very nervous.
Tomorrow night's live broadcast depends on it, or just tonight, I can't sleep anyway. My dreams these days are all about cats and cats. It would be best if all the cats were dead!
The wild cat rummaged through the trash can, heard the sound, raised its head, arched its back slightly, stared at the people approaching, and remained alert.
F stopped and called softly: "Mimi, be good."
It seems that this person is not hostile and is quite nice. Do you want to take it home and give it a home? Once you have a home, you will have a warm nest, and you won’t have to worry about cat food and water every day. There is no need to dig through the trash can or drink dirty water.
The fur raised by the wild cat calmed down slightly. F knew that it was effective. He just needed to get closer and catch the cat. The cat would not be able to escape.
Seeing that the stray cat's hostility was gradually fading, he continued to approach slowly, feeling very proud in his heart. After working with cats for so long, he knew all their habits. Otherwise, how could he catch so many cats for live broadcast?
He had a flattering smile on his face, but the smile soon solidified. The cat seemed to be inflated and began to grow bigger... Not only did it grow bigger, it also deformed. The originally thin figure became larger and larger. The striped yellow fur becomes darker and darker...
When the cat became as big as a bulldog, it jumped down from the trash can and walked toward him silently step by step, continuing to grow bigger and bigger...
F was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. A cat the size of a panther was chasing him.
As he ran away, he turned around to look. It didn't matter. The cat was as big as a black bear, and its eyes glowed red.
Is this still a cat? What a monster!
"Help, help!" He ran away desperately, but there was no one on the street. There were only street lights on the dark road. The cat, which grew bigger and bigger, followed closely behind.
Really unable to run anymore, he held on to a roadside tree and gasped for air. When he turned around, he saw that the cat's body had swelled to the point of vaporization, and he saw a ball of black smoke that was bigger than a car, and two eye cores. Just a little bit of blood red eyes.
Black smoke rushed towards him, and he was so frightened that all he could see was a pair of terrifying blood-colored eyes...
"Ah~" F screamed and sat up. Just like a man who was about to suffocate to death, he encountered air full of oxygen and gasped for air.
Still on the street, no one was there, only the street lights were on. There was also a trash can full of garbage beside him, and several bags of garbage that couldn't be stuffed into it were lying casually on the ground, and he was keeping company with these bags of garbage.
A dream should still be a dream. After he came out of the dance hall just now, he fell asleep again because he was too tired.
No, it was probably that he was thrown out by the security guards of the dance hall, and he kept dreaming. He had two dreams, and the dream was a dream within a dream.
Or maybe he didn't go to the dance hall at all. He was dreaming from beginning to end.
He pinched his arm. He hadn't slept well in the past few days, and the flesh on his arm was disappearing quickly.
"Si~" He gasped, it hurt so much. It seems that he is awake now and not dreaming.
The reality is often cruel. He found that the shoes on his feet were missing at some point, and his mobile phone was not in his trouser pocket.
You can't live without a mobile phone. He also relies on his mobile phone to communicate with G and earn living expenses. There are many more (secrets) inside the phone.
Find it quickly. Fortunately, the phone screen was broken and was thrown away. After he threw the bags of garbage around him away, he saw his cell phone. I picked up my phone and tried it, but luckily it still worked.
What a blessing, a blessing in misfortune! He held the phone to his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.
The current situation is so unlucky, it’s better not to broadcast live. Inexplicably, he was lying next to the trash can. When he posted the words, I thought he was sleepwalking at night, or he couldn't find anything to live broadcast, and he was deliberately showing off.
Putting his cell phone into his belt, he stood up and walked home barefoot.
He walked very carefully, not to step on any nails or anything like that. He was already injured. If he was injured again, he would not dare to broadcast live. Who is as unlucky as him, getting hurt every day? The first and second time were coincidences. If he got injured again, he would think that he had switched to self-mutilation to gain traffic, and he would go crazy because of his desire to be famous.
And if those fans like to see him get injured, will he be injured live broadcast every day in the future? That's really a self-destructive maniac, and he doesn't want to be so stupid.
No matter how careful you are, the rough ground will hurt your feet. Moreover, his knees and calves were injured, and he walked very slowly. He could feel the small sting of the small stones on the ground under his feet.
He was really unlucky. He didn't know what evil had hit him in the past three days... Thinking of the evil, F suddenly felt a chill on his back and scalp. Don't you really want to be evil? He is an atheist and has never believed in ghosts or gods, nor does he believe in retribution. But what happened these days...
"Meow~" A cat somewhere suddenly let out a shrill scream. With the streets in the middle of the night, no special effects are needed to shoot a ghost movie.
"Oh my god!" F, who was so frightened that he felt weak, ran away, limping.
Nightmare stood in the dark on the street corner, looking at F who had fled away. God Xining said not to kill or drive him crazy. It's been quite stressful these past few days, and the human body has its limits. Let's stop here tonight, let him go back to sleep, and continue playing tomorrow night!
When the sun shone in from the window and illuminated the room, Xining finally woke up in a daze. It's so comfortable, I sleep until I wake up naturally every day. This is the goal that both humans and gods strive for!
When he opened his eyes, he saw Porridge curled up next to him, like a fur ball. So he smiled, touched it, and kissed its little head: "Good morning."
Porridge's eyes cracked open, glanced at her, and then closed them immediately.
When she got off the bed, Porridge unfolded her rolled-up body and lay on her side on the bed, stretching her forelimbs forward with her belly facing up and rubbing her back against the bed surface a few times. It looked very cute and interesting.
Xining picked out the clothes and deliberately pretended not to look at it.
Porridge felt that Xining wasn't looking at it, so he turned over and stood up, stretched his forelimbs on the bed, and then stretched his hind limbs. He didn't know whether to move his muscles or stretch his body. After shaking off his hair, he jumped out of bed and went downstairs.
Wear a European medieval court outfit today, complete with a matching pale yellow wig.
Putting on an exaggeratedly gorgeous waist-length tutu and a towering wig, Xining stood in front of the mirror and took a look around. It's pretty good, and by the way, there's also a fan.
She selected a black hollow bamboo fan from a row of seven or eight fans.
The bedroom is as big as the shop downstairs, and more than half of the space upstairs, which is more than 30 square meters, is turned into a private cloakroom. It is surrounded by cabinets and shelves, and even three years' worth of clothes, shoes, and accessories can be put away.
After getting dressed, she went downstairs and turned over the sign on the door to read "Open". Amidst the melodious music, I made coffee and prepared breakfast.
While I was eating, someone rushed in. Not walk in, but rush in!
It's the person who came yesterday, the one who robbed. But this time Xining looked at him several times before he recognized him because he had changed.
(End of chapter)