I couldn't help but be stunned when I looked at the small box that the cat threw to me. Although I still subconsciously reached out to catch the box, I still couldn't help but have a look of doubt on my face.
"Take it."
The cat gently shook the feather fan in his hand, looking inscrutable, which seemed to be a bit unpleasant.
"I won't accept it unless you explain it clearly."
I gently stretched out my hand, unfolded the black box in my hand, and answered calmly.
"You are so stubborn."
While the cat shook its feather fan, it did not forget to shake its head, with a look of helplessness on its face.
"If you don't tell me, I won't feel at ease."
I glanced at the cat and described my thoughts.
Yes, I am deliberately making things difficult for it.
Its purpose is just for two things.
First, I couldn't stand the arrogance and arrogance of killing it.
Second, in order to verify whether it is really so important to give this box to me, if it really insists on giving it to me.
Is it possible that it also has its own mission and is waiting for me here?
[Everything depends on its subsequent explanation.]
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but squint my eyes and look at the cat's eyes carefully, trying to figure out the answer it would give me next.
"Now, here is your tip bag for me. It will be good for you."
The cat gritted his teeth and the speed of waving the fan in his hand slowed down significantly, but he still decided to speak.
"what is the benefit?"
I continued to be unreasonable and kept asking questions.
"Sigh...according to my inference, you must be in trouble for death today! So..."
When the cat said this, he couldn't help but put down the feather fan in his hand, closed his eyes and no longer looked at me, but murmured to himself: "The secret must not be leaked... It's a sin, a sin."
"Okay, since you gave it to me, it has already been leaked. Don't talk about fancy things, just tell me more quickly."
I waved my hand impatiently and continued to question the cat in front of me.
"That's all, let me tell you one more thing. If you really encounter the so-called fatal disaster, then I hope you can take a look. Maybe the things in this will be useful to you.
"
After the cat said this, he stood up gently and glared at me seriously, as if he was a little unhappy.
"Why, you don't seem happy."
I saw the sad look on its face and couldn't help but ask.
"How can I be happy after being forced to such an extent by you? I didn't expect that I would be so frustrated this time..."
When the cat said this, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional. The original feather fan and silk scarf also changed into his normal appearance in an instant.
"Pfft..."
I looked at the angry look on the cat's face and couldn't help but laugh out loud. It was really a relief.
"Are you willing to accept it now?"
The cat rolled his eyes at me and said with an unhappy expression.
"Okay, since it's a tip bag, thank you very much."
I gently cupped my hands towards the cat, and then stuffed the kit into my pocket.
The cat sighed, turned its head slightly and looked out the window not far away, and said to me with some emotion: "Okay, the time has come. Our fate is over, you can go."
"Ah I……"
I was stunned by the cat's sudden words, but the words must
Before he could say anything, he felt dizzy before his eyes.
When I woke up again, I found that I was already back in the bedroom.
"I...will be expelled now?"
I rubbed my cheek, whispered softly, and touched my pocket. The bulging bag proved that the box was indeed in my pocket.
This proves that what just happened was not a dream.
At this time, I gently rubbed my chin and began to think carefully.
[This cat...
Whether it's a conversation or a chat, it gives me a very strange feeling. It feels like it wants to say something to me, but it doesn't dare to say it after a long time of effort.
No, it's not like I dare not say it, it's like I'm bound by some rules.
and……
Based on its behavior just now, it really wanted me to accept this box. It showed such an eager expression at that time, which seemed to be a feeling of being forced to do nothing, or being forced by a mission.
Could it be that it was really forced by the mission to help me? Is this possible?
Also, what was it trying to do by dragging me just now and not letting me go?
They say they want me to avoid disaster, but Chen Mengting is obviously here, hiss... is it possible that something will happen to Chen Mengting at this time? 〕
Thinking about this, I broke out in cold sweat all over my body. At this time, my first thought was about Chen Mengting's safety. After all, this girl is the one I need to protect.
If I let something happen to her, she might be in trouble next time.
Thinking of this, I quickly stood up and walked quickly to the wooden door. I opened the wooden door and quickly looked into the house, looking for Chen Mengting's figure.
The room in front of her was pitch black, the whole room was eerily quiet, and Chen Mengting slept very soundly.
If you calm down, you can still faintly hear some light snoring.
Looking at the scene in front of me, it seemed as if nothing had happened. The safety situation also made me a little doubtful.
"Tsk..."
I looked at the situation in front of me and shook my head.
[This is going to be very difficult...
If there is nothing in front of me, Chen Mengting is fine.
So, the disaster that the cat mentioned before, and what I want to avoid...
what exactly is it?
If it had not been mentioned at the time, and if it had been brought up without being explained clearly, now that I think about it, it makes me feel uneasy...
It’s really a headache...]
The more I think about it now, the more unclear I am about the doorway inside. Finally, I scratched my head in despair, turned around with a wry smile, and walked towards the kitchen.
[Forget it, let’s see if there is a kettle or something in this room. I’d better drink some hot water and calm down first.]
At this time, I was thinking this and stepped into the kitchen, looking for the kettle.
The kitchen is not very large. Although it seems to give people a cold feeling, it seems that no one has used it for a long time, but it is really difficult for me to feel fear of neat scenes and a modern equipment.
"Snapped."
I gently reached out and turned on the light bulb in the kitchen.
The light like daylight shines in the kitchen. As long as there is light, my heart will be much more stable.
Looking at the neatly arranged tables in the kitchen, all kinds of bottles, jars, oils, salts, sauces and vinegars are readily available.
[I didn’t expect it to be quite convenient.]
I reached out and grabbed the thermos bottle, and a strange feeling came to my hand.
[There seems to be a little water in this thermos pot, but I don’t know if it can be used.
But forget it, after all, this guy has been dead for who knows how many days, and the water has been left out for who knows how long. I just boil some water again.]
Thinking of this, I stretched out my hand, slowly opened all the cabinets, and rummaged through each cabinet to find what I wanted.
In fact, what I wanted was not difficult to find. Soon, I took out a small electric kettle set.
[Hey, let’s wash this thermos first.]
After thinking about this, I reached out and carried the thermos bottle towards the sink. When I opened the lid, I seemed to want to pour out all the water.
"Gulu..."
But the moment I opened the lid, an unpleasant and pungent smell rushed to the tip of my nose. Not to mention the contents poured out of the pot, I couldn't help but take a breath.
The eyes and brain, which had been crushed into pulp, and the bloody intestines and stomach were all poured out.
The strong smell of blood combined with my fear made me unable to bear the reaction of my body. I felt nauseated. I immediately ran to the bathroom and sprayed all my vomit in the sink.
inside.
"vomit……"
It's okay to see the broken corpses. At least I can bear it a little longer, but the degree of bloodiness and perversion of this thing is completely beyond my expectation...
It seemed that I had no idea how perverted and bloody the murderer was.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt stomach acid rising, so I opened my mouth and desperately vomited out my dinner.
I was vomiting when I smelled the smell of blood coming from the kitchen, and I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body.
Such a feeling...such a scene was something I had never imagined. A deep chill also came to my heart.
I don't know how long I vomited before I came out of that nauseating feeling.
No, not so much walking out.
It's better to say that there is really nothing to vomit.
Fortunately, Chen Mengting slept soundly and the wooden door was relatively tight, which prevented Chen Mengting from smelling the sound of my vomiting and the smell of blood.
Finally not vomiting, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh and smiled helplessly.
"Grandma... this killer is so perverted."
When I finally came to my senses, I couldn't help but frown and complain, but at the same time, I didn't forget to reach out and turn on the faucet to clean the vomit in front of me.
[Forget it, as for the rotten meat and so on, let’s leave it to the system.]
I struggled to reach out and took out my cell phone from my pocket. As I walked towards the kitchen, I couldn't help but use the [Corpse Storage Device from Another World] to scan the kettle and sink in front of me.
Soon, after systematic treatment, the entire kitchen was clean again.
But in the air, I could vaguely smell the smell of blood and rot. Such a strange smell made me feel weak all over and there was no strength in my whole body.
For the first time, I felt that the system was so important to me.
[I really should have checked this place carefully earlier to avoid vomiting everywhere...
But, having said that, I don’t know when I will be able to collect cards and piece together a complete Yang Chen.
Why is this as troublesome as collecting fragments to synthesize something? It's really...
The most critical thing is that the way to obtain these fragments is still unknown.
What a pitfall...]
Thinking of this, I turned pale from vomiting and raised my lips, unable to help but reveal a wry smile.