In Garfield's infinite anticipation, it slowly darkened, and as Peter returned to his room to get ready for bed, Garfield quietly got up and carefully walked out of the house into the street.

When darkness fell, there was silence in the empty house, the breeze outside the house blew gently, and the old street lamps on the street were very dim, and some of them flickered from time to time.

At this time, there are basically no pedestrians on the streets outside, and people have long stayed at home, enjoying a rare rest.

But today the streets are a little different, outside Peter's window a cloak with a disheveled head, dressed in white, and a genderless thing that seems to be a human floats slowly by the street, and the breeze blows, and from time to time his clothes are blown, like a ghost floating in the air.

The man in white slowly, slowly floated to Peter's window, "Knock knock! Something seemed to be flapping outside Peter's window, and it was a little hard to see in the night, except for what appeared to be a fat, fleshy paw.

Inside, Peter slept very soundly, his legs clutched in the quilt, and with an inexplicable smile on his face, it was obvious that Peter was having some kind of indescribable dream.

Peter's brow furrowed slightly as he slid his right hand instinctively over the bed as if trying to drive away the noise.

"Knock knock!" The slapping was getting louder and louder, showing that the murderer who was making the noise was already impatient, but no matter how much he banged on the window, Peter in the room still didn't wake up.

Finally, the murderer outside the house could not bear to cry out angrily in the voice of a bitter, miserable and shrill woman that he had already adjusted, "Peter, are you a pig? Sleep your mb up hi!! ”

The owner of the voice seemed to be very angry, and the angry tone was mixed with a resentful, miserable and sharp female voice, which seemed very strange.

"Ahh Peter, who was woken up by screams outside the house, sat up screaming as if frightened.

"Whew! Call! Call! Frightened, Peter calmed himself down by taking a slow, deep breath as he looked around for the source of the noise.

Suddenly, Peter's face became extremely ugly, and his body began to tremble slightly, and outside the window in front of him, a man in white was floating in the air, and his long, somewhat tattered white robe blocked the feet of the man in white, fluttering slightly in the breeze.

"Garfield....Garfield, you're there!" Peter shuddered Garfield's name as if the man in the water was in a hurry to find a straw.

Unfortunately, no matter how much Peter shouted, he did not hear any answer, and the room was so quiet that Peter could even hear his own heartbeat.

Peter, who didn't hear Garfield's echo, leaned back unconsciously, his back quickly pressed against the wall, but Peter instinctively shrank back.

"Peter, Peter! What a miserable death I had! The man in white outside the house suddenly let out a desolate and resentful cry.

"Who are you? Garfield: Isn't it? It's not fun at all, Garfield, get me out! Peter, who heard the voice, instantly burst into cold hair, goosebumps all over his body, and screamed incoherently.

"Peter, I died so badly!" In the face of Peter's shouting questioning, the man in white outside the house ignored it, and continued to wail.

"I don't know you, why are you coming to me!" Peter cried out with all his might, as if trying to vent all his fears.

"No, you killed me!" The right hand of the man in white was slowly raised, his fingers slowly reaching out of the cuffs, and a miserable white palm pointed at Peter.

"I don't know you at all, who the hell are you!" Peter's expression was shocked and angry, and he asked aloud.

"You killed me! I died a miserable death! That day, when I was walking alone on the street, you appeared in front of me, and a strong wind blew! Blowing the hat off your head, looking at your hilarious bald head, I died laughing because of it! Do you say that I died miserably, do you say that you killed me! The man in white's voice was still so terrifying and high-pitched, but Peter in the room was blindfolded.

Then, Peter reacted slowly, only to see him jump out of bed and rush to the window in a rage, "Garfield, you bastard! You come out for me. ”

The look of horror hadn't completely faded from Peter's face, but his eyes were blazing with rage, and he had just been terrified by Garfield's goddamn bastard.

Peter stood at the window and roared angrily at the man in white, venting his frustration.

However, no matter how angry Peter scolded, the man in white did not move, but only shook in the wind.

"Peter, what did you tell me to do?" At this moment, a voice came from the door of Peter's room, which surprised Peter.

Peter turned stiffly, and Garfield stood in the doorway rubbing his eyes as if he had just woken up, asking himself in confusion.

At this moment, Peter was a little confused, but a chill came out of his heart, if Garfield had just been in the house, who was the person outside.

As soon as he thought of this, Peter became scared again, "Bang! The voice behind him made Peter run to Garfield with a scream.

Peter ran all the way to Garfield's side, and then looked back out the window in shock, only to find that the man in white had just fallen and was perched against the window, with a long hanging thread on the collar behind his hair.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! I'm laughing to death! Peter, you're so hilarious! Garfield's laughter beside him made Peter completely understand, and he looked at Garfield angrily.

"Garfield, you bastard! I'm going to clean you up! "Peter doesn't want to think about the difference in strength anymore, he just wants to teach Garfield a good lesson now.

Garfield, who was on the side, saw that Peter looked like a fried tiger cub, with a hideous expression, his hands were clenched, panting, and hurriedly stepped back, "Okay, it's time to go to bed, go to bed early and get up early, good night Peter!" ”

Looking at Garfield who ran out, Peter naturally refused to let go of the cheap cat, and he quickly chased it out, vowing revenge.

So, a cat, a man, played wildly in the house until midnight, and Peter could only return to the house to rest because of his physical exhaustion.

Garfield in the living room saw Peter return to the room, and happily returned to his bed, the bed was made by May for Garfield, a large basket, with a lot of soft cushions in it, and a layer of sheets made by Mei specially for Garfield on top, and pillows and blankets on the sheets.

Garfield, who was lying on the bed, his eyes slowly closed, but his face still couldn't hide a bright smile, he should have a good dream tonight.

Unlike Garfield, who was in a happy mood, the first thing Peter did when he returned to the room was, of course, to throw the damn humanoid prop out, and then, perhaps because of the psychological shadow, Peter didn't dare to turn off the light, and under the light of the lamp, Peter who was lying on the bed slowly fell asleep.