"Damn! Shut down! ”

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"Meow~!" Suddenly, a wild cat jumped down from a second-floor window.

It was a black cat, all black and black, with no other variegated colors in sight.

The dark blue eyes shone brightly, staring at me viciously.

I was nervously on guard, not knowing why I was afraid of this cat.

The corners of the cat's mouth twitched a few times, and blood spilled from the corners of its mouth. It suddenly cracked its mouth, revealing bloody teeth.

"Pounce!" It was too late, it was fast, and the black cat jumped straight at me.

I was so shocked that one fell to the ground without paying attention.

The black cat bit my arm, and blood flowed out.

"! It hurts me to death! I hurriedly slapped it with my other hand.

The black cat didn't feel the slightest pain, and bit hard.

Its eyes were wide open, and I felt furious all the time when it came into close proximity.

The black cat's eyes were bloodshot, and they were all dead ghosts. It's not just me whose face is reflected in the black eyes.

On my left shoulder crawled a petite girl, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a nonchalant smile.

I was horrified, my head shifted slightly to the left, and my eyes could catch a glimpse of my left shoulder: empty, nothing.

The black cat's eyes flashed with a strange light, and it suddenly let go and pounced on my throat.

This crazy cat, fortunately, the master has been on guard against you. I rolled around to dodge the black cat's blow, and I had an extra brick in my hand.

"I have no grievances with you, don't kill yourself." Whether it understands it or not, I'll reprimand this beast with righteous words!

The black cat didn't dare to act rashly when he saw that I had an extra brick in my hand, but he still stared at me viciously, and he could attack me at any time while I was unprepared.

I didn't dare to slack off, and immediately got up and confronted the black cat nervously.

It's not a way to spend it, I use the peripheral vision of my eyes to sweep around.

Suddenly, less than five paces to my right, there was an iron rod a foot long.

The iron rod was rusty and must have fallen from an old-fashioned window next to it.

I'm going to get that iron rod and chase this wild cat away.

"Meow~!" As soon as my toes were raised, the black cat immediately let out a stern warning sound, as if it understood my intentions.

I hesitated, I had just seen the ferocity of the black cat.

Now a piece of flesh on my left arm was torn off by it, and blood flowed freely.

The brick in my hand was dyed red, and along the corner of the brick, "Tick! Tick! "It's going down.

I was so nervous just now, I didn't feel the pain yet, and now I suddenly felt an unbearable burning sensation.

Damn, I'm still afraid that you won't be able to do it all the time.

After making up my mind, I didn't hesitate, and rushed to the iron rod with an arrow and picked it up.

"Pounce! ~”

The black cat also launched a final offensive and pounced directly in the direction of the neck.

"Oops!" Although I moved relatively quickly, I got the iron bar and stood up first. But there were still long scratches on the neck.

When I got the weapon, I didn't have to be afraid of it anymore and hit the black cat's head.

"Meow woo~" The black cat let out a miserable cry, like a child's cry.

I was still not relieved, and hit the black cat a few more times.

Until the skull was completely shattered, Bai Huahua's brain flowed out, mixed with blood, and the steaming brain still carried two or three wisps of green smoke.

My face turned blue and I felt nauseous, "Gloss~!" "I threw up all the noodles I had eaten in the morning.

"Whew! Call! "I found a place where I felt better, and I kept panting.

Western Catholicism considers it to be the messenger of hell, the embodiment of Satan the Devil; In the East, the black cat is not considered evil, but people also avoid it.

Many of the supernatural stories circulating near S City are related to black cats. However, the difference is that they resemble psychics who have opened their eyes to the world, but they can see ghosts.

I don't know why this black cat pounced on me. Most likely because of that petite ghost on my left shoulder!

But why did you follow me? Why can't I see this time?

It's not the time to think about these things, and my arm is still bleeding.

I grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and pressed it my arm.

Now at a critical moment, I don't care about whether I will be infected. It's the quickest way I can think of to stop the bleeding.

The sun shone on the glass opposite, stinging my eyes brightly.

I walked into the stairwell and walked up step by step.

No one had been here for a long time, and there was a lot of moss growing on the ground, and suddenly I noticed a deep footprint in front of me.

The moss was more lush, and there was a deep depression on it.

It should be a man's footprints, and it hasn't been long since he arrived.

I looked around nervously, my palms holding the iron rod sweating profusely.

My lips were dry and I felt thirsty. Be extra careful with every step.

When I finally reached the second floor, there was not a single empty hallway.

It's just that the ground is damp and there is a lot of silt. And a string of footprints in the mud stands out.

I clutched the iron rod and followed the footprints little by little.

The door of the front room was open, and suddenly a man rushed out.

"Ahh I punched the man until he was torn apart and a head rolled at my feet. I realized it was nothing more than a fake mannequin.

Depend on! Scared to death, I gently pushed open the door to that room and found nothing.

There were still footprints in the hallway, zigzag forward, stopping at the door of a room.

The door was not locked, the red paint on it had almost fallen off, and a small sign hung above the door. I saw that it read: [Factory Director's Office].

That's where the people behind the scenes asked me to come, and it looks like he's already in early.

I swallowed hard and pushed open the wooden door of the room with an iron rod.

There was only a very old table, a little like the small wooden table at home when I was a child, and it was impossible to hide people. There seemed to be a few yellowed sheets of paper on top of the table.

Other than that, there was nothing else in the room.

Confused, I walked in, little by little closer to the table.

Finally I could read the text on it, and it was written crookedly.

The top one is a diary of an elementary school student, but the words on it are familiar to me, as if they are my own handwriting.

I slowly let my guard down and picked up the paper on the table.

[May 15, 2002, the weather was cloudy

Today zhen was happy, and my mother gave me a piece of tang. I cut it in half with a knife, and my sister Liu, who was under Sheng, came back from school to eat it. 】

I used to write such a diary, but now I don't remember it at all.

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