"Meow~"

The sound of the black cat relieved me.

I breathed a long sigh of relief, after what happened last night, I felt a lot bolder, and the feeling of horror in my heart was still there, but at least I didn't faint from being scared, which was good.

In another cold sweat, after I took off my clothes, I went directly to the bathroom to take a shower, which can be regarded as calming down.

When I finished washing up and walked out of the bathroom, I found the black cat rummaging through my backpack.

The box that Grandpa kept in his backpack was pulled out by the black cat.

Although I don't know what is in this box, judging from the note left by my grandfather, the contents of this box are certainly not simple.

When I was about to drive the black cat away, its claws slashed at the black box a few times, and the speed was extremely fast, and deep claw marks appeared on the box in an instant.

The sharp claws that are more than an inch long, fast enough to appear at the speed of afterimages, if this black cat does something to me, I estimate that my face will only be disfigured in an instant.

"Click......"

While I was stunned, there was a slight noise from inside the box.

And then......

Suddenly, a crack opened in that box!

The black cat actually opened the box!

Before I could make a move, the black cat seemed to be impatient, and stretched out its paws to open the box.

"Bang~"

With a muffled sound, the black cat howled, flew out upside down in an instant, and slammed into the wall, and even a slight crack appeared on the wall, which was enough to show how strong the black cat's impact was.

I watched in a bit of a daze as the black cat collapsed on the floor, the large patches of hair on its body seemed to be burned, and its limbs twitched constantly, as if it could be hung up at any time.

And the box had already been opened, and just now it seemed that a black light in it rushed out and hit the black cat's body, and the speed was so fast that I couldn't see clearly, and even I wondered if I was dazzled.

And the contents of that box are nothing more than a broken whetstone!

On top of the whetstone, there was a finger-long piece of black paper, and nothing else.

I cautiously touched the whetstone, but nothing happened.

Then, I took it out with a little relief, looked at it for a while, and found nothing strange except for the black paper that looked like a paper symbol on it.

I tried to peel off the black paper, but it looked like it was rooted in the whetstone, and I couldn't pull it off.

I'm a little curious, this thing is the baby that grandpa told not to let anyone find out?

Yesterday's blood-stained guy wants to fight for this thing?

After staring at the whetstone for a while, I remembered to look at the black cat, if the black cat died here, I couldn't tell if I looked back!

However, when I turned my head to look at the place where the black cat had just laid, there was no trace of the black cat there, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

With the doors and windows closed, where can it go?

My heart was a little drumming, although I knew that the black cat was not ordinary, but the fact that it disappeared out of thin air still made me a little difficult to accept.

I took a deep breath and lay down on the bed with the palm-sized whetstone, staring at it for a long time, the black piece of paper on it seemed to have magical powers, and it didn't take long for me to yawn and fall asleep.

I threw the whetstone into the box and put it in my backpack, and I lay down on the bed and fell asleep, the shock I had received before, etc., it was as if all of them were gone, and I felt very tired and couldn't open my eyelids.

In my sleep, I faintly heard strange voices ringing around me, as if someone was sharpening a knife, and I was like a lamb to the slaughter.

I was frightened and tried to get up, but I couldn't move.

Ghost pressed?

Luckily, the strange grinding sound didn't last long, and my consciousness was once again in darkness, and I didn't even know if it was a dream or if someone was actually sharpening a knife next to me.

The next morning, I woke up and stretched and felt refreshed.

Meimei slept all night, and there were no nightmares, full of energy and very comfortable.

However, when my eyes saw the few items on the bedside table, the movement of stretching and staggering, the whole person froze on the bed.

The two knives of peeling and deboning were neatly placed on the bedside table, and in addition, the palm-sized broken whetstone was also waiting quietly on the bedside table.

Am I confused?

I remember putting two knives and a whetstone in my backpack last night!

How do they end up on a bedside table?

I also noticed that there was still a little water stain on the whetstone, and there were also some water stains on both knives. The curling edges of the two knives have been smoothed, and the edges are shiny, obviously finely polished.

My face turned weird, could it be that someone was really sharpening a knife next to me last night?

Or maybe I sleepwalked in the middle of the night and sharpened my knife?

None of this is the point, the point is that grandpa said that even if these two knives are broken, they are not allowed to be sharpened......

Hiss!

Wrong!

I stared at the boning knife with wide eyes, the corners of my eyes and mouth twitching, and I felt like I had seen a ghost.

Why is the boning knife with a broken head restored?