I live in a very ordinary family, my father is a newspaper employee, and my mother is unemployed at home, and I have never seen them believe in Buddhism and God, let alone engage in these charms and other things.

Except, of course, for my grandfather, who didn't want to come to the city and stayed in his hometown in the countryside.

As I said before, my grandfather always loved to study the things of those ancient gods and men, relying on the fact that rural people didn't understand, and he was abducted and deceived everywhere, and was arrested by the police at the police station several times because of this.

But my grandfather is far away in the countryside and has never been to the city, so it is impossible for him to come to our house and put up a charm.

I was puzzled by the window and thought for a long time, whose spell is it?

And why is this spell scorched for no apparent reason?

After thinking about it for a long time to no avail, I still closed the window, but as soon as I closed the window, there was a sudden sound behind me, "Bang bang!" twice.

Because of the dead of night, coupled with what had just happened, I turned around in fright.

There was still nothing behind me, and the room was quiet except for my own heartbeat and gasps.

I swallowed my saliva and walked slowly to the door with my slingstick in hand.

Just then, I heard a "whoosh!" sound again.

I'm sure there was something else in the room, and I heard it right this time.

There is a toilet around the corner of the door, the toilet door is not closed, and the sound just now is coming from the toilet.

At this moment, I was left alone in the house, and I could only give myself courage, and after coughing, I shouted:

"Who is it? Come out, I see you!"

He said this to break the silence and calm himself, but unfortunately there was no response.

There was still a long time before dawn, and I couldn't just stay where I was, so I had to bite the bullet and walk slowly.

As I walked, I said to myself:

"Whether you are a human or a ghost, I have no grievances with you......"

"I'm telling you...... The stick in my hand is a weapon used by the police who specialize in catching ghosts...... I've killed a lot of imps with this stick......"

"I'm not going to be afraid of you!"

The closer I got to the toilet, the more panicked I became, and my heart pounded.

Seeing that I was about to arrive, I clenched my stick and plucked up the courage to jump over, while slamming it against the toilet door around the corner.

"Dead ......"

It was as if I had experienced a life-and-death struggle, and when I threw my stick and slashed down, I almost used all my strength.

As a result, I didn't hit anything, but my arms fell into the air, my body was led forward by inertia, my feet also slipped, and the whole person fell to the ground, and even the throwing stick was thrown away by me.

I lay on the dark toilet floor without the light, and immediately thought to myself: It's over!

Ignoring the pain of the fall, I hurriedly supported my body and looked around at the same time.

When I looked up, there was a toilet bowl in front of me, and a pair of green eyes were staring at me, staring at me!

I "Ah!", the cold hairs on my body stood up, and my body instinctively fell backwards.

But at this time, I suddenly heard a voice:

"Meow ......"

I gasped for air, leaned against the toilet wall, and stared intently.

I saw a black cat standing quietly on the toilet.

The black cat is emaciated, the black hair on the body is soft and shiny, I can't see what breed it is, but it must not be ordinary, it is still staring at me with its neck crooked, and the green eyes just now are undoubtedly this black cat's.

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and looked at the black cat for a long time before I breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be just a cat, and I was scared enough......

I supported my body speechlessly, rubbed my sore arm, smiled self-deprecatingly and said:

"Little guy, why did you come to my house?"

When the black cat saw me stand up, it was not afraid, and it sat down on the toilet so elegantly.

As if it could understand me, it bowed its head slightly, looked up at me and called out twice, as if answering my question.

Since I was a child, I have been fond of animals such as cats and dogs, and although I am scared, I am not angry with a cat.

So he turned on the toilet light, walked to the black cat, and said:

"You just came in through the window, but it scared the hell out of me......"

I reached out and tried to take it away, but the black cat's body shrank nimbly to the side.

Only then did I see that one of its legs was shaking, and the hair on the leg was shrunk and curled, and it was bleeding, and it looked like it was injured.

I whispered:

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. ”

With that, I reached out to hug it again, and this time the black cat did not dodge it, and was very docilely picked up by me.

Its injured leg was not only bleeding, but it also smelled like it had been burned by fire.

I gently placed the black cat on the chair and went to the living room to find gauze disinfectant and something like that.

When I got to the living room, I raised my hand and rubbed my nose, only to suddenly smell the rich scent of roses again.

And both hands, I just hugged the black cat, could it be that this smell comes from it?

How can a cat have the scent of roses......

I thought back to the hand that touched me with my fingertips when I was asleep, but I didn't associate them together.

I quickly found the tool, returned to the room, and carefully bandaged the black cat.

This black cat is unusually docile, not like a wild cat at all, and it even has an indescribable temperament, like a ...... Woman?

I'm not a professional doctor, so I can only bandage it briefly.

Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and when I bandaged it, the black cat closed its eyes, leaned on my arm and rubbed it, and finally seemed to be asleep.

I shook my head speechlessly and smiled, is this still a cat?

I didn't have any thoughts, after all, it was late at night, and after losing the fear I had just had, I became sleepy again.

After gently stroking the black cat's head a few times, he actually climbed on the edge of the chair and fell asleep.

I slept soundly until the alarm clock went off and I opened my eyes sleepily.

But last night's black cat had disappeared into my room, and only the strip of gauze I had cut off when I bandaged it on the side of the chair proved that it really existed.

I sniffed the palm of my hand, and the scent of roses was still there.

I don't bother to think about these things anymore, after all, there is still a game of Sky Wolf to deal with today, after a simple wash, I picked up the throwing stick, put on my bag and left the house.

Along the way, I gradually came to my senses, and I wondered if there was a connection between the black cat that suddenly appeared and the hand that touched me, and the charm of the window.

Could it be that the black cat was injured because of the charm?

If so, then this black cat can't be considered an ordinary animal, in other words, it shouldn't be a sperm, right?

The more I analyzed it, the more panicked I became, so I quickly shook my head and told myself not to think nonsense.

Soon, I was back on an empty campus like purgatory.

(Good night)