The glow of your fingertips flickered. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

John suddenly felt a little itchy in his back, but within a few seconds, the itching was gone.

He didn't pay much attention, his eyes scanning the room in the light of the candlelight.

The neatly arranged furniture is spotless, and the cleaned windows reflect the light of the moon.

A few well-cultivated pots of flowers and plants are placed under the windows around the room, and the smell of pollen spreads through the air, and the whole room has a refreshing fragrance.

Judging by the situation of the house, the hostess of this house did quite competently.

"Mom, do you have any food? I was hungry and had been noisy at night without eating. Evelyn clutched her stomach and complained,

"You kid?"

Mrs. Jackson smiled dotingly, beckoned John, and told him to feel free and get up and go to the kitchen to prepare the food.

At this moment, perhaps because the little master of the house had returned, the two house cats, who had smelled the breath, came out of the corner, walked gracefully to Evelyn's side, rubbed her feet, and then lay on the ground and looked at John motionless with their eyes open.

Inexplicably, John felt some discomfort in his throat, as if something was climbing on it,

He lowered his head, his gaze was aligned with the two cats, and the two pairs of eyes, one green and one yellow, were like two strange magic gems, which made people's hearts chill.

"These two cats are quite clever."

John smiled wryly and looked away from the black cat.

"Yes!"

The girl bent down and picked up the two cats, pointed to the white cat with green eyes and said, "This is Ruth, female." Then he pointed to the black cat with yellow eyes and said, "This is Jack, male." ”

"They are a brother and sister, and they have been my best friends since childhood."

"A good friend from childhood?" John's arm stiffened and blurted out,

"Yes!"

The girl blinked, as if not understanding why John had a surprised expression, and she whistled, and a rattling sound came from outside, and two macaws pecked open the window and flapped their wings and flew in.

"Eve! Eve! Ga! Ga! ”

"There's a guest, and cats, I don't like cats, I hate Jack, ga! Ga! ”

"It's been a long time since I've had a guest, and I don't like cats, I hate Ruth, Ga! Ga! ”

Two parrots landed on Evelyn's shoulders, one glaring at the white cat viciously and the other at the black cat

The girl hurriedly pressed the two house cats that were about to show their paws to the ground, and introduced awkwardly, "This is also my buddy who grew up, the one with hair on his head is Harry, and the one without hair on his head is Huck." ”

"They're a parrot couple."

At this moment, Mrs. Jackson, who had prepared the food, came out of the kitchen and put the prepared dinner on the table.

A plate of vegetable salad, a plate of grilled sausages, a slice of toast, and a glass of warm fresh milk.

The food is not abundant, but the taste is surprisingly good.

"There is nothing to prepare at home, Mr. John has been more forgiving."

"Madame is polite, to be honest, I haven't eaten such a delicious sausage for a long time." John laughed,

"Humph! You have a vision. Evelyn wrinkled her nose and put half a sausage in her mouth, saying as she ate, "My mom's grilled sausage is the number one in all of Mississippi." ”

"You kid!"

Mrs. Jackson touched her head and smiled,

"Then you eat first, and I'll go upstairs and tidy up the house."

As soon as she left, the house cat nestled under the table and the two parrots standing on the lanyard swooped down like wild horses on a leash, and pounced on John like madmen, one biting the sausage on his plate, the other grabbing the bread on his plate, turning and running, and in an instant they were gone.

"This ......"

John was stunned and didn't react for a long time.

Seeing this scene, Evelyn instantly became angry, and said in her heart, you are usually arrogant at home, even if you dare to do this when the guests come, is it unbearable, slapped the table, and said angrily,

"Jack, Ruth, Harry, Huck, you four get over here."

Angry voices echoed in the living room, but the four little ones didn't show their heads for a long time.

"These guys are."

Evelyn apologized to John, rolled up her sleeves, and stormed into the cabin in the corner.

After a lot of chickens and dogs, dinner ended in an eerie atmosphere.

John followed Mrs. Jackson to the bedroom on the second floor.

The windows in the house were open, and there was a faint smell of decay in the air that had not been occupied for a long time, and the bedding on the bed was new, and it looked like it had just been laid.

"There are usually no guests in the house, and there are no preparations?" Mrs. Jackson said apologetically,

"That's good enough." John bowed his head slightly and said with a smile,

"Okay, it's getting late, you rest first, I won't bother."

Madame said with a smile, lit the oil lamp in the house, and turned to leave the house.

The door closed, and John let out a sigh of relief, took off his coat, and fell straight onto the bed.

A pair of tired eyes slowly closed, snoring sounded, and the room gradually fell silent.

Time passed slowly, and I don't know how long it was, John, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes and looked behind him,

I saw a house cat with silver-white hair nesting on the windowsill in the bright moonlight, staring at himself motionless with a pair of emerald green eyes.

"Ruth!"

John frowned, a little strange, the door didn't open, how did it get in, could it be that it climbed up from outside, but this is the second floor, and there is no other place to go next to the window.

Perhaps because he noticed that John was sober, the white cat stuck out his tongue and licked his paws, jumped forward, and jumped directly to the balcony of the opposite house.

"This..."

John's expression was a little confused, the distance from this side to the opposite balcony, at least five or six meters, it just jumped at random and passed.

Is this still a cat? You're sure it's not a flea.

John rubbed his eyes, he felt uncomfortable the first moment he walked into this house, obviously the house was very clean and tidy, and the hostess of the house was also very good, without the bad temper of a woman of this age, but his heart just couldn't settle down.

And those four animals, it's too special,

John pondered, and after thinking for a long time, he had no other idea, probably because I was nervous, he shook his head, took off his coat, and slept in the futon.

But he didn't sleep for a while, the zero in his mind suddenly made a startled omen, John suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a faint blue light in the pupil of his left eye, but when he saw the black cat nestled on the chair, he suddenly disappeared.

He sat up and looked at the house cat named Jack with a blank expression.

Those dark yellow eyes shimmered with a cold light on the back of the moonlight, like a tiger that wanted to prey with a cruel killing intent.

The black cat hunched over, howled lowly, jumped out of its chair, swaggered across the room, and jumped along the windowsill to the balcony opposite.

It's already the second one.

John was silent, and after a moment got up to close the window, thought for a moment, and took out the revolver from his jacket pocket and placed it on the head of the bed.

When he had done this, he took a deep breath, held the gun in his right hand, and leaned back on the bed to pretend to sleep.

Time passed by second, and ten minutes later, there was a sudden sound of wings flapping outside the door.

John's eyelids twitched, revealing a tiny crack, and the moonlight outside the window looked at the two uninvited guests.

Crow!

No!

Macaw!