G came over with a glass basin and put it into his hand, with a bright smile on his face: "Come and try the tuna salad I made. By the way, this salad tastes best with white wine."

I walked to the small bar next to it, where there were fixed shelves to prevent wind and waves, and there were several bottles of unopened wine lying across them. I chose a bottle of white wine and used a special screwdriver to uncork the bottle.

F was holding a glass salad bowl with a fork in it, so he picked up the fork and put some into his mouth. The vegetables and tuna meat must have been frozen, so they were cool when put in his mouth. They tasted pretty good.

G poured two glasses of wine, walked over, and handed one glass to F: "I wish you a happy carnival tonight."

F clinked the wine glass with G and took a sip... Well, the wine tasted very good, sweet and refreshing. After all, it was the life of the rich.

I looked around and asked, "Where is the cat?" It seemed that I didn't hear the cat meowing.

"I was afraid of running away, so I gave him some sleeping pills." G smiled and drank.

No wonder there was no meow. F drank the wine in one breath and asked excitedly: "When will it start?"

"There's no rush. I've been waiting for so long. I don't care if I wait any longer." G took his empty cup and asked, "Would you like some more?"

"Okay!" This wine tastes really good, and it's different from what he drank before. I don't know what's so good about it, but it just tastes good. Take this opportunity to drink more.

Why did I feel a little dizzy, and the attack was quite fierce, and soon my feet felt a little weak.

G reached out and took the salad bowl from his hand, looking at him with a smile: "We can start right now."

Suddenly thinking of those nightmares he had before, F's eyes widened and he looked at G in disbelief. At this time, he could no longer stand on his feet. He fell to the side and supported the wall next to him with his hands, but he still couldn't stand firm.

, his arms also lost strength, and he fell to the ground.

My eyelids were heavy and I couldn't open them. The last thing I saw was G's priceless pair of polished custom-made leather shoes...

At this time, the car that took F to the dock drove all the way to a private garage.

The driver got out of the car, threw it down and walked out: "I'll leave it to you."

Several workers immediately went up with various tools. Some removed the license plate, some spray-painted, and some used vacuum cleaners to clean the interior of the car. Soon, the car would be remodeled and sold to a place even they didn't know.

After G tied F up, he carried the salad basin and various salad-making tools and walked to the cockpit. He started the yacht and headed towards the depths of the sea.

In the vast and deep sea, a cruise ship turned on its lights and cut through the sparkling sea, sailing under the moonlight.

Halfway through, G threw the salad bowl and other items into the sea and continued to sail.

F slowly opened his eyes and found that he was tied tightly, and there was a huge thick plastic sheet spread under him.

Although his head was a little dizzy, it did not hinder his thinking. His first reaction was to scream for help in panic, hoping that someone could hear him.

G walked off the boat with his hands in his trousers pockets. The shirt on his body was ironed and spotless. He looked with interest at F, who kept screaming for help.

"Help, help. What are you going to do, what are you going to do..." F went from shouting for help, to questioning, to finally breaking down in tears of pain.

"Have you shouted enough? No one can hear you." G pointed with his eyes upward: "We are already at sea now."

F cried with snot and tears a lot: "Why are you doing this... didn't we have a good conversation?"

G nodded and expressed his approval: "It's really good. Without you, my previous life would have lacked a lot of fun."

And this fun is based on the pain of those little animals!

F tried to struggle to get up, but his hands and feet were tied up. After a lot of effort, he could only sit up.

But G came over, raised his foot, and kicked him down. He looked at him with false pity and shook his head slightly: "You are quite smart, now you know what I want to do. It's a pity that you are not smart enough, or in other words, you

Lack of money.”

"I, I will return the money to you, can I return it to you?" F was so nervous and frightened that he trembled all over. After saying this, he knew that he had said something wrong. Is G like a person who is short of money?

Sure enough, G sneered and turned towards the tool kit he brought. But he first picked up a pair of surgical rubber gloves from the table, put them on his hands, and then opened the bag: "Look what you brought?

Scissors, screwdriver, saw... Oh, and needle and thread... What is this? It's a cigar cutter. I've seen you use this to slowly cut off the nails and fingers on the cat's claws. Oh, and this, an ice cream scoop.

Eye-gouging...you probably brought the whole set, that's great."

Looking at the various instruments originally used on cats being taken out of the bag one by one, F was so frightened that tears fell down again.

He said sadly: "Please let me go. I am a human, not a cat. I am the same person as you!"

G was still there, taking out the rest of the things in his bag. He had brought too many things, and the big bag containing luggage and clothes was almost full.

G calmly and calmly took out the items in the bag one by one: "Humans are different. Although they haven't been classified yet, there are already differences between humans and monkeys. It's just that you so-called humans haven't acknowledged it. To me

As far as I'm concerned, there's no difference between you and a cat."

Why do these words sound so familiar! I remembered that the young female owner of the weird shop once said something like this... "You are a two-legged beast, just a human animal. In my eyes, there is no difference between you and a cat."

.”

What a huge irony, hearing this sentence again and again, and he became a "cat" in the hands of others.

F's voice trembled, trying to arouse the other person's conscience again: "But I am still a human being, aren't you afraid that if you do this, you will go to hell after death?"

G paused, thought for a while and then smiled happily: "I am an atheist." The only thing he believed in was probably money, and he understood the power of money all too well.

At this time, he turned the bag over and patted it childishly: "Okay, take it all out."

Then he looked around at the things on the table: "There are really too many, you took too much. Which one should I start with? It's really embarrassing for me. How about you tell me which one should I try first?"

In F's staring eyes, tears of fear could not help but fall down when they were almost full: "You are crazy, really crazy!"

G looked at him and laughed for a while: "Don't you? In fact, we are both sick and crazy. It's just that I am smarter, richer, and more powerful than you, just like you and the cat.

relationship between.”

F is speechless, any words are pale. He has exactly this attitude towards cats. Because of this, he just bullies the weak and satisfies his own sense of existence. However, as a cat

He just became a human being.
Chapter completed!