"Wake up! Wake up! "I felt someone slapping my face. Opened his eyes, and the long face of the vague Jian Lei kept turning in front of him. "Wake up!" I felt my head resting on his lap. "Hah, wake up! Scared the hell out of me. Come, take a sip of water. ”

"Where am I—I?" After drinking the water, I am much more sober, and things in front of me no longer whirl. Looking around, it turned out that it was still in the bathroom. The blood stains in the ground had dried up and turned into reddish-brown blood spots. The head is still groggy.

"...... at home," Lei said softly.

"Oh my God!" I buried my head in his arms and cried, "What did we do wrong?" Why should I see this? Why did you come to us?! ”

"It's okay, it's okay......" he gently patted me on the back.

"Isn't it just to invite the pen fairy? I've never asked before, how do I know if it's true without giving it a try? You say, don't you? You say, don't you? I tugged at his collar.

He didn't speak, and I saw the corners of his mouth twitch a few times, barely squeezing out a smile, which in retrospect was bitter.

"Why don't you speak? Why don't you speak? I know, you're afraid to irritate me, don't say it? I'll help you speak! Are you saying we shouldn't play that thing? Are you saying that we were wrong from the start? Are you saying that God is unbelieving, but not disrespectful......"

"No one said those words, don't be childish, come, obedient......"

"No, leave me alone, go away, let me finish, I'm sober ......" I tried to push him away, but I couldn't, and the power slowly passed and disappeared in my body like an oil lamp.

"Okay, okay, don't talk too much, come, come into my room and rest," he grabbed me with a much greater force than I did, and helped me up, "You won't sleep in the latrine for a day and a night, will you?" Heh, you're fucking heavy enough, heavier than all the women I've ever hugged combined. Isn't it time for the fuck to lose weight......" I couldn't hear what else he said.

Woke up again, it was dark, and there was a drizzle outside. A cold wind came in, and I sneezed coldly: "Ahh

Putting on his clothes, he went out to see Lei sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the living room, surrounded by his books. When he saw me come out, he smiled at me: "Awake? Still dizzy? ”

"It's still a little dazed, probably too long. Otherwise, it's a cold. What day is today? ”

"Sunday, what?"

I was taken aback: "Sunday? Are you sure? "Of course! When I came back this afternoon, I found you in the toilet with a corpse and a big pool of blood. I thought it was your blood, and it scared me a lot. ”

"Slowly, slowly," I counted with my fingers, "it's Sunday, and I passed out on Saturday morning, which means that I have been unconscious for more than a day and a night." No wonder I caught a cold. Kindness? Where have you been? See what's going on at home, right? Why do you look so happy? ”

He put away his smile, nodded, and silently lit a cigarette. Finally, he said, "I came up with a clue." I've disposed of the cat's carcass and cleaned up the blood. Come, let's talk about what happened to you first. ”

I slowly sat down next to him and told him what had happened: "...... Then I think I passed out until you came back. ”

"Sure enough, as expected!" He slapped his thigh after listening.

"What's unexpected?"

"Cats! It's the cat! grandma! Look at this. He picked up an unglued envelope from the side. I opened it and saw that there were seventeen or eighteen pieces of metal inside. "What is this?" I wondered.

He put the cigarette in his mouth, did not speak, and shook all the pieces off the carpet. I picked a few more pieces and put them together, slowly putting the other pieces up together. Before I finished piecing it together, I could already see the clue: "It's a cat!" Wind chimes! Wind chimes pendant! ”

"Yes!" He paused to look at me, "It's the missing wind chime pendant." ”

"As soon as you entered the room to sleep in the early hours of yesterday morning, I heard a cat meowing outside the window, and I didn't answer you twice. It was too late, so I had to go out to chase by myself, and ran all the way to a small hotel next to the highway behind Leishan before I was gone. At that time, I wanted to come back, but after thinking about it, I had already said that if you and I were separated, maybe things would get better, and if you were sleepy and tired, I would just sleep in the hotel. Thinking you're sleeping, don't bother to call you. Later, I woke up and wanted to call to talk to you, but no one answered the phone at home, and the mobile phone was turned off. I thought you were alone at home and ran out scared. So he spent the night there again. Later, the more I thought about it, the more wrong it became, if you woke up and saw that I was not there, you would definitely find a way to contact me, but I never waited for your call. So I thought that something was probably wrong, and I hurriedly rushed back. When I came out to check out, the porter said that someone had left something for me, and this was it-" Lei pointed to the cat-shaped wind chime pendant in front of him that had not been put together, "I didn't know what it was at the time, but I knew that the situation was not good, so I hurriedly asked the porter who left it for me......" Speaking of this, Lei stopped and took a puff of cigarette.

"Who...... Who gave it to you...... "I realized something.

"The porter said," said Lei, his voice revealing the horror in his heart, "it was a man and a woman. The men were dressed in black, and the women were dressed in white. ”

"From then on, I was sure that something must have happened to you, so I hurriedly ran back and opened the envelope to look, and grabbed a few large pieces from inside, and I knew from the appearance and feel that it was exactly what I was looking for." He picked up a piece of shard and pinched it, and I saw that the red rust on it was mixed with the newly broken cracks, and there was an eerie glow in the light.

"Alas, the bell is broken, and the cat is dead. Pity! He sighed, "You already know who killed it, right?" ”

"You mean...... That, ghost? ”

"Yes, your dreams have told you everything very clearly. It was that, or those two ghosts, who killed it. Even the reason is told to you - you can't really hurt us without killing that black cat! As I said, every time we have an accident, it is before the black cat appears, which means that every time we are ghosted, it is also before the black cat appears. The black cat always appears in time at a critical juncture, turning the danger into danger again and again. Let's start from the beginning, after we invited the pen fairy, the wind chimes stopped ringing. That's a reminder that danger is coming. The bell pendant must have been missing at that time, and the black cat must have been born at that time. The first time it almost rolled over, it must have been prevented in time, and even before it was sitting on the tire that was about to burst, suggesting that our left front tire had been passive; The second time, the lights turned on and went out on their own, and then the ghost had already got into the car, sitting behind you and me, but you and I didn't know, but the black cat knew. We got lost and walked to that black road, we must have been manipulated by ghosts, but the black cat appeared in time. It's not aimed at you and me, it's aimed at the ghost sitting in the back seat. Then it jumped to the front, and I guess it was either because it was a reminder to both of us, or the ghost had already taken on one of us, or both. Later, the big tree on the side of the road was knocked down, and it must have been caused by the black cat, which was trying to stop us from going down the road of death. You must have gotten caught up with a ghost and giggled while driving, but then you got angrier and angrier, but you still drove back. I think it must have been because the black cat had put all the forks in the road into a fallen tree, leaving only one way to go home, and the ghost had no choice but to drive back. From then on, the ghost knew that to deal with it, we had to deal with the black cat first; There is only a third time, you dream of a ghost, and the ghost even appears to you to kill the cat, which is to subconsciously plant the idea of killing the cat for you. Later, there is a strange sound in the toilet, which is also a hint of how you killed the cat. Then the ghost came to me, but as soon as the black cat appeared, everything was safe. The conversation between men and women that we heard later must have been that they were arguing about how to kill cats; The fourth time the ghost got on you, and under the inducement of the ghost, you wanted to drive and hit the cat, but the cat dodged the attack, and instead induced you to hit the tree to make you sober up. It didn't work, but the demons didn't give up, and they prepared a fifth attack. This time, they succeeded. ”

"You mean, that black cat, has been protecting us?" This statement is so bizarre that I can't accept it for a while. In my concept, the black cat has always been a hoodoo thing, and after going through these few weeks, I have a deep hatred for the black cat, "Black cat, doesn't it symbolize bad luck?" ”

"It's not a symbol of bad luck! It's designed to deal with demons, and of course there's bad luck wherever there's it, or it's a fart. Let's take a look at this-" Lei picked up a book spread out in front of him and pointed to one of the words outlined in red pen: "Xuan Mao, something to ward off evil spirits." Easy to place in the south. Suitable for children and grandchildren. Don't move easily...... "I can't understand the latter words." I closed the paper, and it read the words "Ming and Qing Yin and Yang Feng Shui Doctrine".

"This is the only useful sentence I have found after a week," Lei interjected, "and the person who wrote this is Chen Yuanjing, a man from the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty." He himself has no opinions, and he admits that he copied books and relayed the words of his predecessors. Do you get it? 'Xuan Mao' is a black cat, which is used to ward off evil spirits, and later generations probably only look at it from the superficial phenomenon, thinking that there will be bad luck when the black cat appears, so they indiscriminately put all the blame on the head of the black cat. 'Easy to place in the south' is to say that it is best to keep it at the door, and the ancients opened the gate to the south. 'For future generations' probably means that it will always work, protecting the owner of the house and even future generations. Or maybe it's the offspring of this black cat. 'Don't move easily' means that once you raise it, you can't move, let alone change the owner......"

I was impatient to hear him drop his book bag: "So what now?" Now the black cat has its own fart. It died lightly, and set us aside, what are we going to do? Hey? How could it die? Since it is evil spirit-warding, how can a ghost kill it? ”

"yes, that's what I'm thinking about. By the way, that cat was probably drowned, right? But how can there be so much blood? …… How did that cat's blood end up on your hands? ”

"Maybe it was when I was killed, struggling to run out and trying to wake me up, what were you doing? I can't say......" I guessed.

"Well, that makes sense," Lei touched his chin for a moment, "I can't figure it out." I'll have to check the book again. I'll have to look up some older books. He stood up and looked back again: "If you think of anything, you must tell me in time." Kindness? …… Easy to place in the south, easy to place in the south ......"

He couldn't even think of it, how could I think of it? Before I could say that, he walked away again, muttering to himself. So I picked up the bottle. The life of drunken dreams and death has begun again.

Lei continued to check his books day and night. Sometimes he would get up and walk around the room, muttering words in his mouth. It was probably the last time he found some clues that gave him encouragement. I often sit next to him and watch him flip through the pages while drinking. At first he said a few words to me, and I hummed along with it. After two days, his book was turning faster and faster, but his words became less and less, and his brow became more and more furrowed. I know that means he didn't find anything more. Turning over and over, there is still only "Xuan Mao, a thing to ward off evil spirits." Easy to place in the south. Suitable for children and grandchildren. Do not move easily. These words are useful. The problem is that now this sentence is equivalent to bullshit, and the black cat is dead to know what kind of fart it is? I didn't say this sentence to hit him, but just drank wine with cold eyes and watched him flip through the books. Every time I woke up drunk, there were many, many more books next to him. Look at the stamps, most of them are in the library. There were more and more empty bottles in the room, more and more books, and finally the living room was piled up. Later, he and I never went out again, nor did we go back to the bedroom, and the two of us slept and ate instant noodles, drank wine and checked books on the carpet in the living room, except for going to the toilet. Later, his voice of checking books and scolding his mother became louder and louder, and I became more and more drunk.

One day—I can't remember exactly what day it was—Lei suddenly closed the book and said, "That's right, there is something wrong with those two mirrors." Then he rushed into the bedroom, pried the mirrors off, and smashed them to pieces. The mirror is broken or broken, and the wall behind the mirror is no different from any other place. He seemed disappointed. I was blowing on the bottle and watching him go crazy with my drunken eyes open, and I couldn't help but feel funny, so I asked him if he was drinking or was I drinking? He ignored me and plunged headlong into his book. Actually, I understand his feelings. I knew that he wanted to solve all the problems with his own efforts and those mysterious books, and escape from the catastrophe of once in seven days. But I don't think that's going to do anything. These books are all things that others have made up and sold for money, so what is there to delve into? Did the people who wrote these words really encounter what they said in their books? Just like that Chen Yuanjing, did he use a black cat to ward off evil spirits? I don't see it. Anyway, there is not much hope, so why bother mediocrity? It's better to get drunk first. Since we can't get rid of the sea of suffering forever, isn't it the best choice to forget everything for a while? I don't think he understands me.

I dialed Li's phone many times, but it was either turned off or no one answered, and finally there was a voice from the computer, telling me that the number had been cancelled. The same goes for Yuan's phone. When I told Lei about this, he was completely indifferent, and I knew that he was completely trapped in his book, and I asked him if it was worth the dedication to these deceptive words made up by others. He actually said I don't understand. I didn't bother to pay attention to the idiot, so I didn't give up and dialed Li's phone again and again, until the computer told me that the prepaid phone bill had run out and I couldn't dial again. So I had to get drunk again, and I got drunk more than ever. In a groggy state, I suddenly remembered that the woman who had left me was worthy of my devotion to it? In a trance, I felt that I was afraid that I would be compared to Lei.

It's finally the sixth seven days, and it's going to be Black Friday again. It was another drunken and woke up night, and I raised my aching head and looked at the clock, but it was not yet midnight. Strange, why can't you get drunk every time you come to this day? Was it fate? All of a sudden, I noticed that something was missing from me, oh, a book!

Something was burning in the bathroom. I rushed in and found Lei using a lighter to light a book, and then throwing it into the toilet after it was almost burned. There was no water in the toilet, only a thick layer of ash.