Chapter 957 The Cat’s Revenge 48
I lost my memory, I actually lost my memory.
Xining gave it a big thumbs up. He actually came up with the plot of the novel and compiled it without any violation. He is so talented. Sure enough, life is far more exciting than fiction!
Now the crusade has ceased. People have lost their memory and can’t remember anything from the past. Are they still asking others to apologize for things they can’t remember? Or something like that?
Anyway, there are so many people in several cat abuse groups, they are being picked out one by one, and another big one will be caught as a model.
The G consortium also immediately received feedback that Chairman G was willing to do a paternity test.
Three days later, the identification results came out, and the conclusion is obvious. The G consortium immediately reported the case. The police dug out the body of "G" from the grave and began to investigate who was buried.
Thinking about the scene of a burnt black corpse, buried for more than four months and then dug up and placed in the autopsy room, it must be quite horrifying and quite "interesting".
The autopsy report came out. There was no ash in the throat and lungs of the body, proving that the deceased was burned after death. After further investigation, it was finally determined that it was a homeless man who died on the street corner. After the person dies, the relevant departments will be notified to transport them away, and they will be disposed of as unclaimed bodies and cremated. But how did it appear at the place where the fourth young master G "committed suicide" after being burned, and how did the suicide note appear...
Anyway, G couldn’t remember it, so he could only conclude that everything was a coincidence.
When G was kidnapped, the G family thought he was going to commit suicide. And a certain corpse seller stole the corpse. As a result, for some reason, they burned the body halfway. Before it was burned to ashes and only half burned, the G family members were afraid that something might happen to G. They searched for the body all the way and thought it was G.
As for the handwriting on the suicide note, which belongs to G, but G cannot remember it, it can only be inferred that the kidnappers forced G to write it, making people think that he was going to commit suicide, so that they could have time to transport him to other places, and then ask the G family for help. ransom.
G escaped halfway, and at this time the G family announced that G had committed suicide and was buried. If G is found at this time, who in the G consortium will believe that G is still alive? With no one in hand, the kidnapper gave up and did not call or go find G.
So G was alone in the deep mountains and forests. After a month, he remembered who he was and found his way home.
Looking at the report, G and his father hugged each other, with tears in their eyes, Xining's heart was racing, as if thousands of alpacas were driving through the grassland. No matter how good the screenwriter is, he can't write such a plot. It's complicated yet so simple. It's all because of "coincidence"!
In any case, this matter made her stay in this mission for another two months.
While having dinner, the God of Death suddenly asked: "When will you leave?"
She was stunned: "Where am I going?"
After taking a few mouthfuls in silence, the God of Death said slowly: "Pluto has told me that sooner or later you will leave this shell."
Well, that's the trouble with dealing with God. God has power and sometimes knows too much.
Xining thought for a while and replied: "I don't know, it should be soon."
Death asked: "What will happen to the owner of this body after you are gone?"
"Will be back."
"What about you?"
This time I thought for a while and finally answered: "I will go to the next mission." This is just one of many missions.
The God of Death did not speak for a long time now, and the two of them ate in silence. The food was actually quite delicious, but I don’t know why it became bland.
Death finally spoke: "What is your name?"
Xining was stunned for a moment and then replied: "Xining, my name is Xining. She has no name. Others call her ugly girl. Thousands of years have passed, and she has also forgotten her name."
The God of Death nodded: "Then let's call him Xi Ning. This name is quite good."
Nonsense, this name is already a god. After the body owner returns, he will naturally continue to live as this god. After the meal, the God of Death cleared away the dishes, while Xining went to make coffee, one cup for her and one for the God of Death. Both of them like to add condensed milk, and also like to add whipped cream to make the milk aroma richer.
Holding a cup, Xining sat in front of the computer and looked at various information.
The God of Death was doing the finishing work on the side. He was wearing a shirt and trousers. The collar of the shirt was unbuttoned. He was tall and long, very eye-catching. If someone comes in and doesn't know the situation, and sees such a tall, slender, fair-skinned handsome guy wiping the dishes that have just been washed, he will definitely take a second look.
I would never have imagined that this was the God of Death who wore a black robe at work, held a sharp black scythe in his hand, and had a pale skull-like face.
The God of Death asked: "Can that Xining know how to cook?"
Uh... "It doesn't seem possible. She is a temple fairy who cleans the house."
It's really tragic to say that the cleaning fairy is so humble that she even forgot her own name.
"Then you teach me how to cook."
Xining was stunned and turned to look over. The God of Death had already finished wiping the dishes. Zhen was wiping the stove and sink with a rag, wiping away the water stains and oil droplets on them.
He raised his eyebrows, whatever!
Unexpectedly, when we were cooking the next evening, the God of Death actually came over to learn how to cook.
It's really comfortable here. I sleep until I wake up naturally every day. The work is easy and the pay is high. You can see all kinds of people and encounter all kinds of things. You can pet the cat when you are bored, but that dead cat will be very jealous. As soon as she went out to pet the other cats, she squeezed in and forced the other cats away. Then she turned over on her stomach and looked at her with big, watery, clear eyes. It means, if you want to jerk off, just jerk off to me.
Porridge has become the cat's head here, and so are the other cats. As long as it is dead, it is normal to live in fear of death.
"Mi, Mi, Mi..." A faint cry came from outside the door.
Xining reluctantly put on a coat, walked downstairs, and opened the door.
There was a cardboard box by the door, hoping that this time it was just a kitten.
If it's a kitten, there happens to be a female cat that has just given birth to a kitten. Just stuff the kitten thrown in. These female cats are also willing to raise the children of other cats.
After opening the box, Xining frowned, it was finished, it was an injured cat.
He must have been hit by a car, and his mouth and nose were full of blood. It is said that the initiation ceremony of some cat abuse groups is to throw the cat on the highway or elevated road, take a video and send it to the group as evidence.
After someone picked it up and found out that cats were taken here, he sent it over. Why send it here? Do you want her to spend money for treatment? Knowing how expensive vets are here, and this cat...
The God of Death in plaid pajamas appeared next to him: "The internal organs are severely damaged, and the life span is ten hours. Save, it can last from a week to ten days."
As the god of death, you can see that the life span is exactly what the King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, and will never leave anyone alive until the fifth watch. Regardless of whether it's a human, a cat, a dog, or anything else, as long as someone is living with their life, the God of Death can see it.
If you want to continue your life, you have to pay the price. And what else can such a small and weak animal get in exchange for longevity?
Xining let out a long sigh. This was already the fourth one this week. She turned around and shouted: "Porridge, come out and work!"
(End of chapter)