Chapter 938 The Cat’s Revenge 29
Just then a bolder cat ran to the door. After seeing Death, he finally walked in slowly.
"Hey, don't come in!" Xining stopped, and the porridge next to him immediately jumped down and chased the cat out.
Xining explained: "There are statues of gods here. If they are knocked over, it will cause great disaster. This is also for their own good!"
The God of Death looked at it, returned after chasing away the cat, jumped on the chair next to Xi Ning, leisurely crossed his body, and squinted his eyes.
Xining looked at the porridge next to him: "It is still my client, and I haven't finished its commission yet."
"How long will it take to complete? I remember that last time you defrauded him of ten years of life." Death asked.
"What kind of fraud? It's like I lied to him." Xining couldn't help laughing when he thought of the situation at that time: "Signing the contract was a matter of mutual consent between you and me. I didn't hold his hand. But it’s quick to click on the contract. Just one or two more payments will be enough.”
And blackmail... The god of death raised his eyebrows, picked up the coffee and took a sip.
What did Xining think of: "How do you think an animal is about to end its life?"
"This animal is a human!" God of Death corrected: "I only care about people. The underworld does not care about the death of animals. Their lives are very shallow and they will fend for themselves."
"Can't you take care of it?" Xi Ning seemed to have a pity: "I just want to expand your business and give you some business."
Death frowned: "The cat outside?"
After all, he is a God. He lives for a long time and becomes clear in just one moment.
Xining expressed his thoughts: "In the future, if there are more cats here, some people will deliberately send sick and disabled cats here. Some cats will still die even if they are rescued, so these cats want you to give them a good time." ”
Death emphasized again: "I only care about people, not cats."
Xining continued as if he hadn't heard: "You can let these cats make their own choices, contribute their lives as the life force of the contract, and curse the two-legged beasts that cause them to have bad luck. They will have bird poop on their heads when they walk." If you get a flat tire while driving or lose money in business, you will have a bad life. ”
Death: "I only care about people!"
Xining muttered to himself happily and looked like he couldn't take it back: "Even if your life is about to end, you should still have vitality. It's more or less a life span. The meat on the mosquito's legs is also meat. If this works, At least your performance is not a failure.”
...After a while, Death said slowly: "I'll first ask Pluto whether it is necessary to develop and develop you as a cat customer."
The way he talks is quite interesting.
"Okay!" Xining immediately picked up the plate with biscuits: "I hope the cooperation will be pleasant."
The God of Death looked at her, his dark eyes looked deeply at her, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Try it!" Xining gestured: "New flavor, meat floss."
Death stretched out his hand and took a piece: "Thank you!"
After stuffing it into his mouth and taking a bite, he threw the rest directly into his mouth. He reached for one piece and then took another piece.
Xining...
He’s also a foodie!
At the same time, F finally received a call from G. He said that the cat was found and that he would make an appointment tomorrow night. Maybe he was planning to throw the body into the sea after playing in the evening. After sleeping in during the day, fish and have fun.
F started to pack some utensils, and then he would satisfy G. After all, he could earn so much money in one night. After cleaning up, I went to bed early.
As stipulated in the contract, he never had nightmares or any dreams again. That's fine, as long as you don't have nightmares and don't have any other dreams. Anyway, with money, any dream can come true. Maybe he will take on some private work in the future, specifically serving wealthy people. As far as he knew, there were many very wealthy people in this circle, not to mention five thousand or tens of thousands who were not looked down upon.
The next evening, F stood at the door waiting early. After a while, G called.
G said in an apologetic tone: "I'm really sorry, we have an impromptu meeting, but I asked someone to pick you up. You turn right and go to the third intersection. There is a small alley and a trash can there. Just stand there and wait, and a car will pick you up in about ten minutes.”
F followed G's words and walked over. There is an alley and a trash can. The trash can gave off a stench, but he tolerated it. After all, it was so much money and it was his first step towards making big money.
After a while, a car did come. It's quite old, I don't know who it was. The damage on the car's surface was repaired with paint of various colors, making the car look very dilapidated.
The car stopped in front of him, and a head poked out of the window. The man asked gruffly: "Are you waiting for the bus?"
"Yes, you are..." F was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"That's you, get in the car and hurry up!"
Only someone who is waiting for someone would stand next to such a smelly trash can for so long. If it were him, he wouldn't be able to stand it for about a minute!
F got into the car and the car started to drive.
After driving for about ten minutes, the car stopped. The driver said: "Get off the car and take another car."
"What?" F was confused.
"This car is broken down!" the driver said impatiently: "Take the car next to you."
F looked out the car window. There was indeed a car waiting next to me on the suburban road at dusk. He had no choice but to get out of the car and get into another car.
This car is much better than the old one, at least 70% new. After getting in the car, F tried to chat a few words, but the driver said nothing and just drove, as if he was deaf.
The car drove to the edge of the pier, and the driver finally spoke: "The seventh ship on the left, the one with the national flag."
"You are not deaf!" F couldn't help but said viciously, but it seemed like a joke.
The driver didn't answer, just sat there, motionless, without looking back.
F felt bored and got out of the car with the bag containing the tools.
There were many private yachts parked at this pier, and F was counting them one by one. He didn't notice that the car behind him had already driven away.
Counting to the 17th ship, it was indeed flying the national flag.
The lights on the boat were on and there was no one to greet him, so F got on the boat by himself.
"Is there anyone? Hi, is there anyone?" F shouted on the boat and walked towards the cockpit.
It was clear that there was no one in the cockpit at first glance. The beds and other things on such a small cruise ship were all underneath, so F walked towards the cabin.
As soon as I walked down the stairs, I saw G. G was busy in a small kitchen. He felt someone coming. He looked up and immediately laughed: "Here? Come here and try my handiwork."
F walked over and put the backpack in his hand in an empty space, with a bit of complaint: "What are you doing with the car spinning around?"
(End of chapter)