In the back of the truck, the animals huddled together quietly.
Perhaps it was because the road was flat and there were not many bumps when the car was driving. It seemed to be the same as flat ground, which did not make them feel uncomfortable.
The stability of the environment made most of the animals calm down, huddled together, and began to take a nap.
But there are also some animals that cannot sleep because of physical pain.
At this moment, with his eyes open and looking calmly in front of him, a Siamese cat was confronting a Pekingese.
"Meow meow."
The Siamese cat has not forgotten that in that hall before, the Pekingese suddenly sprang out from the corner and snatched away the wooden faucet that the Ragdoll cat held in its mouth.
The Pekingese's behavior confirmed all his previous suspicions.
While they were getting into the car, the Siamese cat came close to the Pekingese and licked the Pekingese’s hair.
After walking such a long distance, the Pekingese inevitably sweats.
The Siamese cat tasted sweat on the Pekingese’s back.
This is enough to show that Pekingese dogs still retain their humanity and have not completely become animals.
Everything the Pekingese did before, peeing everywhere, was intentional.
He not only conceals the fact that he has retained his humanity from the weirdness in the ghost stories, but also conceals everything from the investigators who are his companions.
And he did this because,
As other investigators delve into danger, search for clues, and find a way out of the ghost story,
He appears again to seize the fruits of victory.
You can achieve your ultimate goal of leaving without putting yourself in danger.
Can the Pekingese’s behavior be called evil?
Not really.
He is not so bad as to maliciously frame his companions and leave on their corpses.
But the Siamese cat was very disdainful of his behavior.
[fraud. ]
The Siamese cat scratched the floor beneath him with his paws.
The Pekingese glanced at the Siamese cat, still lying lazily on the ground, looking helpless.
Everything did go according to his plan.
He did not put himself in any danger. The most dangerous work was given to the Siamese cat and the Ragdoll cat. They went to the lady and the boss's room on the second floor and found a way to leave.
Then, he also succeeded in snatching the thing from the Ragdoll cat's mouth.
The Pekingese dog couldn't figure it out.
Why was the Ragdoll the last to leave, not him?
What exactly went wrong?
This curiosity still drove him to stretch out a paw, write his doubts on the ground, and ask the Siamese cat.
"Woof?"
The Siamese cat looked at the Pekingese intently for a moment.
Suddenly, his body fell down, unable to control the pleasure, and rolled around in the car.
Hahaha, hahaha.
So what if all the Pekingese traps are exhausted?
He must not know the most crucial point.
Finally, the Siamese cat wrote a line of words on the ground.
Because of the physical inconvenience of the cat, for the sake of convenience, he usually tries his best to express his thoughts in the fewest words.
But at this moment, I don’t find it troublesome to write so many words.
[Do you still remember your name? ]
Siamese cats know this very well.
The Pekingese who came earlier than him must have forgotten his name long ago.
It stared at the Pekingese dog for a moment, its pupils shrinking into a spindle shape.
The expressions on the Pekingese dog’s face are constantly changing.
In the end, it settled on a trace of shock and confusion.
The Siamese cat knew that the Pekingese must have been unable to recall his name.
The truck passed through a vast expanse of gray and white.
Drive continuously in one direction.
The afternoon sun was not warm at all.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, paleness poured silently into a study room.
Compared to a study room, perhaps it is more appropriate to describe this space as a library.
There are so many books stacked here that the room that should be large is squeezed into a cramped space. Even the walls were covered with tall bookshelves that reached to the ceiling. The rows of bookshelves are spaced so closely that only one person can pass through.
Even so, there are still a large number of books piled on the carpet with no place to put them.
The study was extremely quiet.
The only sound that could be heard was the turning of the pages and the occasional sound of the pen tip sliding on the paper.
It was probably too quiet. Instead of letting people feel the tranquility and warmth of the afternoon, there was an inexplicable sense of depression that filled the entire study.
The door to the study room was pushed open violently.
The person who pushed the door used too much force, and the door hit the wall with an ear-splitting sound, and then bounced back.
The man who was sitting at the desk writing was disturbed by the movement and stopped writing.
He frowned deeply, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the person.
"What's the matter?" the man asked.
His tone was cold, vaguely revealing suppressed anger.
Obviously, if the person in front of him doesn't give him a satisfactory answer, he will definitely do something.
"It's not good, Director!"
But he didn't notice the man's anger at all, or maybe the situation was too critical and he couldn't care about anything else.
The visitor shouted in panic and walked quickly towards the desk.
The leather shoes hit the ground, making a loud and impatient sound.
Together with the words he spoke, it hit the man's heart hard.
"Building a 'dragon' failed!"
The man called the director opened his eyes wide in shock.
The face that always looked old-fashioned because of its sparse expressions now looked a little funny because it couldn't control the expression of shock.
As if he had suffered too much, he opened and closed his mouth several times, but could not utter a single word.
After a long while, as if he suspected that he hadn't heard clearly, he squeezed out four words like a breath from his throat: "...what did you say?"
The visitor repeated what he just said: "Building a 'dragon' failed!"
The man's face showed confusion at first, then loss, and then anger. Several emotions appeared on his face one after another... and finally he returned to confusion.
"How could it...fail?" the director murmured.
