Chapter 925 Cat’s Revenge 16
Porridge was sitting on the bedside table, seemingly watching with interest as the quilt started to smoke. Then the fire started, and the fire got bigger and bigger, and the smoke got bigger and bigger...
It plans to sit here and watch. It is already dead, so it is impossible to be burned to death. Watching its enemy burn to death may satisfy the cat's heart.
"Ding ring ring..." The alarm in the center of the room made a piercing sound.
Porridge looked up at the beeping smoke alarm. It was such a pity that no one could be seen burning alive.
Its figure gradually disappears...
F, who was snoring, was awakened by the sound. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the blazing fire on the bed. He suddenly opened the already burned quilt and threw it over.
The quilt continued to burn on the ground. He rushed into the bathroom, got a basin of water, and poured it on the quilt. One pot was not enough, and there was no time to pour another pot. He put aside the quilt that had extinguished the fire and threw himself towards the place that was still burning.
The wet quilt pressed against the fire, and the fire was finally put out.
"Dong dong dong~" There was a loud knock on the door.
Before F had time to respond, the door was knocked open with a bang, and neighbors and building security guards rushed in.
The room was filled with smoke, but not fire. Looking at the smoking quilts piled on the ground, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. And F, wearing only a pair of underwear, stood awkwardly in front of everyone.
The police came and took notes. Whenever someone calls the police, they have to arrive.
Candles light quilt? The policeman looked at the room. At this time, the window had been opened, the smoke had dispersed, and he could see clearly the things hanging in the room.
The policeman asked with obvious suspicion: "Why did you light the candle?"
There will be some people who believe in inexplicable sects and do inexplicable and even terrible things. Maybe this person, inspired to defend "truth and justice", burned the building and ascended to heaven, where there is a river of milk and honey, and there are more than seventy girls waiting to serve such a "hero" on the riverside.
You can't say that you are trying to ward off evil spirits, as that would arouse suspicion. F thought of a reason: "I lit a lavender essential oil candle, which can relax my mood and help me sleep."
Another policeman turned over the charred quilt, and a candle that was burnt out of shape rolled out. He picked it up and smelled it: "It smells of lavender."
Fortunately, it was burned, otherwise it would be difficult to explain if a skull rolled out.
The police turned their attention to a large bunch of garlic and holy objects: "What is this?"
"Collectibles." F responded quickly: "I like to collect these exotic or symbolic things. Don't you think they are special?"
A combination of Chinese and Western, a mess. However, a certain extremist organization can be excluded because they only believe in and display the things of their sect, and the holy objects and symbols of other religions are all the incarnations of the devil.
The police also saw a large cat cage in the corner and a large glass fish tank with some ropes, knives and other things thrown in the fish tank.
F quickly made up: "I used to raise cats, and the fish tank was used to raise fish. But the cat ate the fish one by one, so I gave the cat away. I didn't have time to deal with these things."
He rode his bike to a remote place and buried all the dead cats. No traces were left, photos and videos were enough. I didn’t want to leave any specimen “trophies” waiting to be used as evidence for the defendant to go to jail.
The policeman walked over and took a closer look: "Dagger, scalpel, rope?"
F followed: "The rope is used to fix the calf board. My leg was injured. I was afraid of breaking it. I fixed it with a rope before going to the hospital. Later I saw that my leg was fine, so I didn't go. I threw the rope away and there was The things were thrown away casually." He also showed his injured leg. He had just put on the bathrobe, so he was not wearing any trousers and his legs were bare.
It does hurt. The explanation makes sense, although it's a bit weird. But are there still few weird people in this country? All of them are spoiled kids, shouting about freedom and democracy, but doing stupid things. Even the top leader who just came to power was full of nonsense and was always talking nonsense, as if he came to power just for the sake of being funny.
After the police finished asking questions, they warned F not to light open flames while sleeping to prevent fires.
F nodded his head, accepting it humbly.
After the police sent him away, F looked at the knocked down door, bent down and held it up, covering it slightly. But the door couldn't be opened, and there was still a gap, a pretty big gap.
In desperation, he went to the bathroom to change his clothes, and before the property manager got off work, he hired someone to repair the door. The door was broken down by neighbors and the property owner, but they also rushed in because they heard the alarm inside.
Of course, you can also file a lawsuit if you break someone else's door. But the legal fees are about more expensive than the door!
The real estate agent said they would wait for three days. The service in this country is like this. We can't just leave it like this tonight, right?
If the door is broken and someone rushes in, their lives may be lost. Sometimes living people are scarier than nightmares. Nightmares will always wake up, and some people will never wake up from the same kind of people.
He could only borrow some tools and go back to repair it himself.
It took more than two hours to finally install the door. It took more than half an hour to use some thin wooden boards to knock and repair the damaged parts, and finally all the holes were filled.
I stuffed the burnt quilt into a garbage bag and threw it into the trash can downstairs. I tidied it up again. It was night again.
The spare quilt was taken out and spread on the bed. As soon as F lay down, he sat up again, got out of bed, went into his pants pocket, and took out the peace charm from his pocket.
His fingers were holding a small red sachet that was only one finger long. It was made of red cloth and contained a talisman. This thing cost him five knives. In addition, when he was kneeling to burn incense, he was hit by the incense coil above his head. .
But think about it, even though he was on such a huge fire just now, he was still unscathed. It seems that this talisman is still somewhat useful.
So he directly pulled away the string on the sachet and hung it around his neck.
Lying down again, he touched the peace charm hanging on his chest and felt a lot more at ease. F closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.
"Meow, meow..." The cat meowed in the room again.
Here we go again, here we go again! F huddled up on the bed in horror, hugging himself and shivering.
The lights in the room became dim for some unknown reason. The light emitted was green and mixed with pale white, full of gloom and ghostly aura.
The light gradually became darker and darker, and only the general outlines of the items in the room could be seen. In the dimness, pairs of green or red eyes appeared in the light.
Although you can't see what's behind the eyes, you can tell from the structure of the eyes and the shrill meows that it's a cat. These are all cats that he killed and came back to claim their souls. Cat...
"Ah~, don't come here..." F was so frightened that he held his head in his hands and wished he could bury himself in the mattress and disappear.
But those pairs of terrifying eyes were slowly approaching with a terrifying light.
(End of chapter)