The goat's blood was found to have an overdose of drugs, and while it was inconceivable to bite a person to death, the tragedy was indeed caused by the circus' illegal use of drugs on animals.

Almighty netizens once again learned the news, and as a result, there was a wave of boycotts of circus animal performances on the Internet, including various small news about animal cruelty. On some social platforms that are open to the outside world, more and more small news is exploding with popularity.

All of a sudden, caring people were fighting everywhere, day and night.

These targets even include drivers who accidentally run over cats and dogs crossing the road, owners who spayed or not neutered their pets, cut ears and tails, and selected genetically defective pets.

What's more, those miserable stray animals, in addition to the bitter tears of soft-hearted netizens, there are more comments at the bottom that can no longer be watched.

Du Xiaokun put his mobile phone on the table and put an audio clip, which happened to be Mo Bei's "parrot theory".

"You're quite powerful, scolding people one by one," Du Xiaokun was a little tired, "How can you do this kind of thing?" ”

Mo Bei withdrew from the video and glanced at the blogger's long commentary, to the effect that the blogger saw the situation in the video when he was bored watching the live broadcast, and left the scene where Mo Bei looked like he was kicking the cat under the dislocation, and left the anchor bitter, but he was scolded that he couldn't speak.

This video has been hanging in the topic for a long time on the wind of protecting animals.

Most of the comments are filled with righteous indignant messages.

[This kind of person is not worthy of being a human being at all, and hopes to be reincarnated as a livestock in the next life, and will be bullied and humiliated, and will not die well. 】

This one has accumulated a lot of likes.

Du Xiaokun saw that her face was gloomy, and she also saw the comment, and her heart suddenly burst, and she hurriedly took her phone back: "I didn't let you see this." ”

She smiled indifferently, "Is there anything else?" ”

"There is no matter, I just want to remind you, now this matter is just making a big fuss, you are alone outside to pay attention to safety, after all, some people are not sober and may not do anything, you have to be careful," he said, and suddenly remembered something, "Zhu Xi's mother contacted Teacher Lin yesterday and said that she wanted to see you, and left the number here for me, you ...... You and Zhu Xi ......"

He wanted to ask Mo Bei what was going on, but he didn't know where to start.

The prohibition given to them by the gluttonous ghost seems to have a great effect, Du Xiaokun vaguely felt that the events of that day had great despair and pain, but he only remembered that it was a girl who killed herself, and there was a huge void between emotions and facts without logical problems.

Mo Bei lowered his eyes and thought about it, then reacted and sighed silently: "I know." ”

She took the contact number from Du Xiaokun and left the office.

She came to the lotus pond behind the building, where the flowers and leaves withered, and only a pool of clear and cold water and a few scorched branches remained.

When the phone was connected, Mo Bei heard the sad music of suona and erhu.

She looked at the cafeteria not far away, the foggy window behind her, and the drumming in her right ear was tight, and it was quickly overshadowed by crying.

When Mo Bei found Zhu Xi's house, the guests went to dinner with the band, and the air was filled with a smell of cigarette smoke after the paper money was burned.

Zhu Xi's mother squatted on the edge of the door, shedding tears at the pot with smoke floating in front of her, wiping her face with the back of her hand from time to time, and reading it in her mouth.

Yet no one alive wants to hear her again, whether it was the meanness of the past or the confession of the present.

From time to time, she cried out and went back alive.

The pot that burned the paper money was probably piled up with too much fuel before, and the unburned sparks underneath were covered in ash, and only piercing smoke could rise. The smoke became thicker and thicker, and it was more than ten meters above the air, but it was so faint that there was only a slightly sour smoke and fire, which filled the air.

Suddenly, a hand hung over the pot, and the rising smoke gathered under the palm of the hand, slipped to the edge again, spun and rose again, and as the smoke lingered, a flame rekindled in the pot.

Mo Bei withdrew his hand in time, and was not burned by the jumping fire.

The people around all went to eat, but there was no idler on the road, Zhu Xi's mother looked at the expressionless person in front of her, and couldn't help but shiver.

A gust of wind blew, the paper banner on the lintel shook slightly, the paper rubbed and made a rustling sound, on the table opposite the door, Zhu Xi's photo was placed in the center, I don't know when it was taken, she smiled happily, as if there was no trouble.

Mo Bei had never seen such a Zhu Xi, she was introverted, shy and even inferior, and there was always a heavy powerlessness in her eyes.

"What do you want to ask?" She squatted down and looked at Zhu Xi's mother.

Zhu Xi's mother had a stomach full of questions, and she didn't dare to ask or say it for a few days.

Everyone said that Zhu Xi committed suicide, and all indications indicated that Zhu Xi died on Thursday, and the school called to inform them of the news, and they went to take Zhu Xi home, without any twists and turns in between.

But she clearly remembered the bed lying at the door, she remembered Zhu Xi's resentful eyes, and she remembered every word Zhu Xi said to her.

- I'm dead! I'm long dead! I'm dead, why put up with this? Why can't I see you have the slightest affection for me when I'm dead? Why is it all my fault? You don't like me so much, why don't you make me the way you like?

Zhu Xi's mother couldn't bear to cover her ears and cry bitterly: "Why is it only me who can hear it? Why do I know differently than anyone else......"

Mo Bei looked at Zhu Xi's photo and thought about it, and said lightly: "Because you were the only one present that day, you are her mother, you are different from others, others may have eaten a meal, slept and forgotten her, only you will always remember her, this is not because she resents you, she doesn't want to be forgotten by you." ”

Mo Bei originally wanted to delete her memories of that day again, but there were some things that were force majeure.

She could only relay some of the emotions she had felt.

Zhu's mother sat on the ground, leaning her back against the door and crying uncontrollably.

Mo Bei turned around and left silently, she couldn't bear such a strong and painful emotion.

When he walked to the intersection, Tang Song sent a message, saying that he would probably be able to get off work on time in the evening, and if he cooked, he would have to connect to his share.

She thought about her situation, but she still didn't go to crowded places, so she used her mobile phone to place an order at a nearby supermarket, bought a few dishes, and took the bus back.

When I got home, the food hadn't come yet, and it would take more than ten minutes to look at the time, and I was about to soak the rice first, but I had just washed it when there was a knock on the door.

She leaned on the cat's eye and looked out, but there was no one in sight, and when she opened the door, she saw a sealed cardboard box on the ground, on which her name was written in a marker.

Mo Bei squatted down suspiciously and touched it gently, there was some weight, and he didn't know what he was loading.

A box that she didn't know where it came from appeared at the door for no apparent reason, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.

The moment the box was opened, a strange smell rushed out first, and Mo Bei's face instantly became ugly.

Inside the box was a little white cat with its tongue sticking out, its eyes staring blankly upwards, and the corners of its mouth were a moist red color, apparently just formed.

It was stretched out like a kite with bamboo sticks, chopsticks stuck to its tail, and it was stunned, and its belly bulged abnormally.

Mo Bei watched it silently for a long time, and gently touched it with his hand, the fur was warm and soft.

Du Xiaokun's words were still in her ears, she sneered, who knew that she had met such a little white cat?

She closed the lid, walked over to the next door, and knocked on it.

There was no movement inside, as if there was no one.

Mo Bei stood at his door, looking at the cat's eye on the door, disgusted like a black hole.

She looked down at the box she was holding, and suddenly clenched her fist and pounded the door hard, and the whole hallway remembered the dull knocking sound.

After a while, she heard the sound of slippers rubbing against the ground inside, and she got closer and closer.

The person inside opened the door impatiently: "What are you doing?" ”

When the man saw Mo Bei's gloomy face, he couldn't help but feel a trace of fear, he quickly sorted out his mentality, didn't reveal it on his face, and asked impatiently, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"What about the black cat?" Mo Bei asked.

"What black cat?" The man looked dazed, he saw the box in her hand, and a touch of smugness quickly flashed in his eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about, what are you taking?" ”

He opened the box in Mo Bei's hand by himself, his face changed, and he exclaimed exaggeratedly: "What did you do?" You actually torture a kitten like this, do you have any humanity? ”

Mo Bei ignored what he said, and asked again, "What about your black cat?" ”

"There's something wrong with you, right? You've killed one of them, do you still want to hurt my cat, how can you have such a ......?"

He didn't have a chance to finish his words, he was pinned against the wall by the chin, he couldn't have imagined that this thin and tall girl could have so much strength, he was almost lifted to the point that his heels were about to leave the ground.

He looked at the face that was close at hand, and felt a chill, and he couldn't even see how angry she was, but it was gloomy, and her tone was not undulating.

"Even if I'm a pervert, I won't be angry with a cat."

Mo Bei let go of his hand, didn't look at him, pushed open the door and walked in.

Not long after he had indeed moved, the room was empty, with several boxes piled up in the corner.

Mo Bei saw the small black dumplings on the table in the center of the living room at a glance.

It was taped apart and glued to the table, with a large syringe next to it, and a half-tube of water connected to a rubber tube leading to the cat's mouth, and its belly had bulged in an abnormal arc, showing how much water had been filled.

Mo Bei gently pulled out the rubber tube, and the kitten suddenly vomited a mouthful of red water, drenching the hair on its belly. When she uncovered the tape, it was just trembling with its claws, and its belly was too big to shrink into a ball.

Mo Bei hesitated, unable to find the posture to start and didn't know how to pick it up.

The man suppressed the weakness for a while, and shouted arrogantly: "You call it trespassing, be careful that I call the police!" ”

"Whatever you want, if you call the police, I'll take a picture and send it to the Internet," Mo Bei carefully held the little black cat in his hand, turned around and looked at him coldly, "Anchor, right?" Cat lovers, a lot of fans? Guess what, are they vicious enough for what they say about me? What will those good people say when they find out that you are not only abusing cats but also being a liar? Would you like to try it? ”

The man shook violently and hung his head in fear.

Mo Bei slammed the door and left, leaving him standing in the empty house, feeling uneasy, he was worried that if Mo Bei really shook things out, then he would be destroyed much faster than Mo Bei, and it would be impossible to stand up again.

He spun around twice in the same place, anxious and restless.

Suddenly, there were three knocks on the door.

He thought it was Mo Bei again, and he resisted for a while, but he didn't dare not open it, for fear that she would send out the photo without saying a word.

The man swallowed helplessly, came to the door, instinctively leaned closer to the cat's eye first, and frowned.

No one was seen outside the door.

Could it be that she also wants to repay the charity?

Still staring at the cat's eyes, he grabbed the doorknob and prepared to open it, when there was another knock on the door.

A chill hit his spine, and he panicked and retreated to the center of the living room.

When I first knocked on the door, there was no one outside.

There was another knock on the door, but he didn't dare to go any further, but the doorknob turned on its own, and the deadbolt snapped back one by one with a crisp sound.

It opened, slowly moving slowly and slowly as if the wind was blowing on it.

He stared horrified at the crack in the door that was gradually opening, and saw a pair of sharp horns, curved and long.