I turned on my computer and inserted the record card into it. At this time, the tomato popped up again, and she curiously walked over and sniffed the camera, then looked at me again, and finally stopped on the video of the computer. The video shows a cat turning on a computer and tapping something on a keyboard with its paws. I saw her tremble visibly, then she stopped, staring at herself in the video. Then I looked at the camera again, and then I looked up at me, and I was looking at her.

I tilted my head, looking at her as if she were usually curious. She stared at me for a while, stared at the computer video for a while, and watched back and forth between me and the computer. Well, this expression, not like a cat, is very much like the feeling of surprise when a person sees something unbelievable. Hey, you're unmoved, aren't you? Come on, see the next one. I turned on the video of her going to the toilet and she jumped up all at once. When you see yourself after pulling it, look inside the toilet and then flush it. She threw herself on the monitor, blocking it with her body.

I continued to tilt my head to look at her, and she stared at me deadly. I tilted my head to look at the screen, and she immediately blocked my view. We were at a stalemate for three minutes, and I suddenly said, "You understand what I'm saying, don't you?" ”。 Tomato didn't move, and continued to stare at me, but his pupils were visibly tapering. I continued, "Do you think a cat can use a computer?" ”。

She continued to stare at me, and I was a little hairy to watch, but I was still talking. "You picked up the money on the table? Because I definitely didn't put it, there were only two in the house... Person? ”。 The tomato still hasn't moved, I'm a little discouraged, did she do it all by accident? Am I thinking too much? But those videos, it's really hard to explain how cats can do that. I stared at her, she stared at me, and this staring felt like a cat.

"I don't know if you can understand it, don't make me look like a fool. Forget it, I'll post these videos online, and I guess I'll earn a lot of clicks. ”。 I said as I prepared to grab my computer. Tomato moved, and she slapped me on the left cheek. I'm blinded at once, it's over, is it going to break the phase! Cat's paws are very powerful. Hey, there's no pain like the flesh being sliced open, it's just like a punch, although it's not big. That is, the cat gave me a slap in the face?!

On the other hand, it was that she understood what I was saying. That's why you won't let me get my computer?! That's how it should be. What the hell is going on? I stared at Tomato, who continued to stand on the computer, defending the screen with his body.

It's not a problem, I'm also a homeless young man who has experienced countless online literature, horror movies and computer games. You're like this, it's not what you expected. Now that the enemy is not moving, I am not moving, and if we continue to stalemate like this, it is easy to pee our pants.

"Ahh

I suddenly shouted loudly, and the tomato jumped on all fours, visibly frightened. Her expression was playful. Expression? When I think about it, it seems that after I knocked her unconscious, her expression began to be rich. I always thought it was my over-interpretation. Looking at the situation in front of me now, it shouldn't be. The question is how to break the game. We've been stuck until now, and it's getting dark. The man didn't move, and neither did the cat.

At this moment, a white light suddenly crossed the window. The window was behind me and the tomato was facing the window. I clearly saw a flash of white light on her face, and then her pupils contracted violently, her ears shrank behind her head in the shape of wings, her neck was basically retracted into her body, and her tail was thrown directly in front of her neck. At this time, the rumbling thunder remembered. Looks like it's going to rain again tonight.

Tomato didn't care about the computer anymore, so she jumped straight onto the couch, lifted the cushion and got inside. I looked at the sky and looked at her. Is this the game-breaking? I walked to the couch and as soon as I picked up the cushion, one paw came out, and I grabbed the cushion with four hook-like claws and pulled it back. I don't care, I have to pick up the mat. I slammed it hard, and I saw the tomato and the mat fly together, and then a gray shadow flashed, and the tomato was already upstairs.

I went up again, I wanted to see what you had changed. The upstairs bedroom door was open, and she was on the bed, under the covers. You can see her shaking through the quilt. It's like she didn't sleep outside that night.

I relented, I knocked her unconscious last time, and she hid in my bed at night. This time I should have discovered her secret, forget it, there's no need to dig deeper, it's just a cat, and it can have bad intentions. I hugged the tomato through the quilt, and I could clearly feel her trembling. Is she afraid? Afraid of what? Afraid of rain? Or thunder? Can a cat be scared like this? No, she's not your average cat. What the hell is going on. It's not raining lightly tonight, I'm going to close the window.

I gently patted the tomato on the quilt, then got up from the bed and was about to leave the bedroom. Suddenly, I heard a faint voice behind me say, "Don't go."

My hairs stood on end, and I was the only one in the room. Who else! When he turned around, a flash of lightning flashed, and a dazzling light shone on the quilt. The two bright green dots in the quilt were full of weirdness in the shadows.

I was piled up on the wall at once, when the thunder came, and the faint sound began again. "Don't go, I'm afraid!"

It's not that you're afraid now, I'm afraid too. In the dark room, lightning and thunder roared outside, and a faint voice echoed in my ears. I wasn't scared to death, I was already bold. I leaned against the wall and slowly stood up, my legs still limp, and I was out of control. I thought about countless possibilities, and I didn't expect tomatoes to speak.

She was now pitifully under the quilt, looking at me with two eyes, her paws tightly hugging the quilt and wrapping herself. Suddenly I had the feeling that this wasn't a cat, it was a person. But isn't that exactly what I'm looking for? Since she spoke to me, it means that she has figured it out. I slowly walked to the edge of the bed, touched the edge of the bed and sat down.

I was holding the quilt, and the quilt was wrapped in tomatoes. Sometimes she closed her eyes and curled up in the quilt, sometimes she opened her eyes and looked around in fear, looking at me. The ears were kept on the head, trembling slightly. Outside the window, the rain was pouring down, occasionally mixed with thunder. And every time there was a flash, Tomato opened her eyes in horror and looked around, and when the thunder remembered, she closed her eyes again and shrank deeply into the quilt.

She is like this, which makes me feel a little funny. To be sure, she was afraid of thunder and lightning. The question is, is a cat also afraid of thunder and lightning? No, no matter what, she's not an ordinary cat anymore, and she should even say that she should be a goblin. So if she is really a cat demon, then why is she here, isn't it a legend that she is not allowed to become a spirit after the founding of the People's Republic of China? And I watched her grow up, when did she cultivate? Is she going to worship the moon as the book says? But that seems to be a fox's habit. Both cats and foxes can cultivate, but what about wolves? What about the neighbor's dog on the other side? No, if animals can become essences, does that mean that people can really become immortals and gods? Is there a god at all? Are there gods or ghosts? If there is a ghost, is it a ghost that a person becomes after death? If there are ghosts and gods in the world, does that mean that there is also destiny? If there is fate, is what the fortune teller is saying right? Then those physiognomy word measurements are not fairy-like skills? If human physiognomy can be fateful, then do animals have physiognomy? What kind of physiognomy is a tomato?

I couldn't stop thinking about it, sometimes looking at the tomatoes, sometimes looking at the sky, sometimes in a daze. The rain outside had begun to lighten, and the thunder and lightning were becoming less and less. Can I go and look at the windows downstairs that aren't closed? Is the computer still on the desk? No, it seems to be a little crooked at this time. Theoretically, shouldn't the tomato be more important?

Thinking of tomatoes, I looked down and saw that she was already asleep. Aren't cats shallow creatures that sleep? Am I moving or not moving? Shall I wake her up? Anyway, if she were a goblin, would she eat people? When she opens her mouth to talk to me, is she ready to kill people? Did she just eat me? It's like in the manga, and it's become big and big to eat? If she can become big, can she become human? It's like a cat-eared girl in a cartoon. But if that's the case, it's pretty too. Tomato or female cat, so isn't she dangling in the house without clothes every day? No, the more I think about it, the more crooked it gets, she wants to know what I think, and she won't be angry.

I'm going to have to wake her up, or I'll never be able to stop thinking. But will I die? Forget it, I still won't call her. Let her sleep. But without waking up, I was so confused, and even a little excited. Do you want to call it or not? So be it, I put her out of my arms and put her on the bed, if she doesn't wake up, I won't call her, if she wakes up, what if she does? Sorry to disturb you? Will she just eat me? So do I want her to wake up or not?

When did I become so entangled, after all, I have to face things sooner or later. I was ruthless, gently placed the quilt wrapped in tomatoes on the bed, and then stood up and moved my body, numb from fright and inactivity for a long time. The lights won't turn on, so I'll go down and clean up the house.

There was a lot of water by the window downstairs, but fortunately, the computer was not wet. I cleaned the water off the floor and tried not to make too much noise. Then after closing the computer, I thought about it, returned the record card, and put it in a tea caddy and put the jar on the food shelf. After cleaning it all up, I looked at the house and saw that everything was back to its original state, and then slowly walked upstairs.

Hey, where's the tomato? It's gone again