A black kitten wanders alone on the street.
Its green holes reveal fear and fear of the unfamiliar environment around it.
Not long ago, it was sold to a new owner at a market.
Although it can't see the appearance of its new owner, the smell of the new owner makes it feel very comfortable and fond of it, especially when it is held in the arms of the owner, it feels very safe.
It's just the sense of security that the new owner gave it, or maybe it's just an illusion.
Because the new owner took it to a completely unfamiliar place, dropped it and disappeared.
It was only three months old and had no idea how to survive in a strange place.
The little black cat stood on the street, shivering.
…
Shu watched the trembling little black cat, feeling a little unbearable.
Don't worry, I won't let you really die.
But in the end, Shu Guan still didn't walk over, hugged the little black cat into his arms again, and just sighed softly.
At this time, he was holding a newspaper and sitting on a bench on another street two hundred meters away from the little black cat.
He seemed to be reading the newspaper seriously, but out of the corner of his eye, he kept looking at the little black cat, never letting it leave his sight for a moment.
Shu Guan didn't know whether he could succeed in luring the snake out of the hole.
But according to the movies and TV shows about serial killers he had seen in his previous life, or some real case reports, he knew one thing very clearly.
That is, the vast majority of serial killers are people with mental problems.
Although the person he was looking for this time was killing cats instead of people, he was still a serial killer.
And when the prey appears in front of them, these people cannot control their desires.
If you can control it, you won't make repeated mistakes.
Only by constantly killing similar targets can these psychopathic serial killers find an outlet to vent their desires and prevent themselves from being completely destroyed.
If the two were the same person in Xiushui Street a year ago and in Tongxingli now, it would mean that this lunatic could not control himself and continued to take action after enduring for a year.
...I hope you won't keep me waiting too long...
Three days later, if the cat-killing madman hadn't shown up yet, Shu Guan would have had no choice but to help Rong Miao resolve the head-lowering technique.
As for how to resolve the head-lowering technique, when he looked back last night, he had already asked his master for advice.
It's just that the cat-killing madman, even if he is a madman, should be a very cautious madman.
Regarding this point, whether it was the Sixth Brother who went to Xiushui Street to investigate the dead cat incident a year ago, he never took action in Xiushui Street, or the head-lowering technique in Rong Miao's bedroom that obscured the secret of heaven, it has been proven. That man's caution.
So Shu Guan still wasn't very sure whether he could find the cat-killing madman within three days.
In the distance, a car roared past the street.
The little black cat standing on the roadside fled into an alley in panic.
Shu Guan put away the newspaper, tucked it under his arm, straightened the peaked cap he had specially put on today, lowered the brim of the cap, and then left.
…
The little black cat didn't know how long it had been wandering. It didn't have much of a concept of time, it just experienced being frightened again and again.
The monster making a huge roar, the rocks flying from nowhere and hitting it, the barking vicious dog, all of these things made it dare not stay in one place for a long time, and it could only stop in the streets and alleys. It ran in the alley, but couldn't run too far because it couldn't tell the north, south, east, or west, so it just wandered around in the same streets and alleys.
And this kind of running consumed too much of its energy, and the little black cat began to get hungrier and hungrier.
But it didn't know where to find food.
Just when the little black cat was dizzy with hunger, standing on the side of the street, looking at a car speeding towards it, but having no strength to avoid it, a hand suddenly stretched out and gently picked it up and put it away. On to the road.
Then two small dried fish appeared in front of it.
The little black cat couldn't see the person's face clearly, but the aura coming from that person made it disgusted. Under normal circumstances, the little black cat would never eat any food offered by this person.
But it was really hungry now, so after hesitating for a while, it still took the two small dried fish in its mouth.
The man patted it on the head and left.
The little black cat squatted under the corner of the street, wolfing down its first meal of the day.
…
Shu Guan, who was watching this scene from a distance, felt a little unbearable again.
At his core, he is a very ordinary person, whether in the past life or in this life.
He is not a hero who can achieve great success, nor is he a tycoon who can ignore the floods in the world as long as he is happy.
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That's why Shu Guan smashed the manager's head in Jiusheng Flour Factory with one palm, and at this time he looked pitifully at the little black cat hiding in the corner eating dried fish.
He had been following the little black cat for a day and witnessed with his own eyes the various frights and tortures the little black cat suffered today. It was already dark, so Shu Guan thought about taking the little black cat away first and continuing tomorrow. fishing.
But when he just took a step, he suddenly stopped.
…Who would bring a few small dried fish with them when they have nothing to do? …
This thought flashed through his mind.
Of course, there may be some, but they are very few, which makes people feel strange.
Then he immediately wanted to take another look at the man who had just given the little black cat two small fish to fuck.
But the man's back had disappeared into the crowd on the street.
Shu Guan only remembered that he seemed to be a thin, middle-aged man.
"Xiao Yi, did you see the person just now? He was the person who gave the little black cat two fish to dry."
Shu Guan immediately asked Xiao Yi in his mind.
He would ignore some things, but Xiaoyi would never.
Now that Xiaoyi and he share the same body, he had told Xiaoyi early this morning to pay attention to everyone who approached the little black cat.
"I saw it, brother, please wait a moment."
Xiaoyi's sweet voice sounded in his mind.
A few seconds later, the figure of a middle-aged man appeared in Shu Guan's mind.
He was indeed a very thin middle-aged man, with a pair of eyes the size of mung beans, a pointed chin, a pointed forehead, and two sparse beards on his lips. The whole person's temperament looked extremely vulgar.
Shu Guan frowned and thought for a while, but finally did not go over and picked up the little black cat.
He was staring at the little black cat secretly, but maybe there was also another person watching the little black cat secretly.
That night, the little black cat spent the night in a trash can, while Shu Guan sat under the eaves of a house in the distance.
Fortunately, he brought out the old cripple's cigarette stick today, sat on the cold steps, smoked a dry cigarette, and spent a cold and lonely night.
He is a good hunter with plenty of patience and perseverance.
…
But that night, the prey did not appear.
At dawn, the little black cat got out of the trash can, covered with all kinds of dirty debris.
The little black cat walked out of the alley. The sun was very warm, but its little body was still trembling slightly, and it felt hungry again.
At this moment, it smelled a familiar fragrance.
That's the smell of dried fish.
This time, three small dried fish appeared in front of it.
It was the same person whose smell disgusted him yesterday, but the little black cat still couldn't resist the temptation of dried fish.
It eagerly picked up a small dried fish.
Then a hand picked it up and held it in his arms. The little black cat struggled with some resistance, but finally calmed down.
It doesn't know where to go, and in this man's hand is the dried fish it likes to eat.
The little black cat was carried away.
In the distance, Shu Guan knocked the cigarette pot on the ground, stood up, put the cigarette rod behind his waist, and walked leisurely behind the thin, middle-aged man.
…
The thin, middle-aged man, holding a little black cat, walked through a few streets and came to a street with a street sign called Hualou Street. This street was dotted with various shops.
On this street, many people seemed to know this thin middle-aged man, and from time to time someone would greet him with a smile.
In particular, some ragged beggars on the street gathered around him when they saw the figure of the thin middle-aged man.
"Boss Hao, congratulations on getting rich!"
"Boss Hao, business is booming!"
The beggars held their hands toward the middle-aged thin man with playful smiles and said all kinds of polite words.
The thin middle-aged man chuckled, holding the little black cat in one hand, taking out a handful of copper horns from his pocket with the other hand, and gave them to the beggars.
Then he walked out of the crowd and walked into a small shop nearby selling scented oils, candles and other groceries.
A young waiter at the door greeted with a smile:
"Shopkeeper, you are back!"
Shu Guan watched this scene from a distance. He did not feel any spiritual power in the thin middle-aged man.
Of course, there must be something wrong with this middle-aged man.
When he appeared in front of the little black cat with dried fish for the second time this morning, there was no doubt that there was something wrong with this man.
Once can be said to be a coincidence, but twice is deliberate.
Shu Guan looked up at the small shop and saw the words "Hao Ji Sesame Oil Shop" written on the signboard at the door.
Shu Guan walked over there, and when he passed the door of the sesame oil shop, he didn't stop. He just glanced inside as if by accident.
There were only two people in the shop, one was the young clerk and the other was the middle-aged man named Hao.
A middle-aged man named Hao was sitting at the counter, looking down at an account book, as if he was reconciling the accounts.
He put the little black cat on the counter. The little guy seemed to be full now and lay there lazily.
Shu Guan walked past the door and walked to a shop diagonally opposite where he bought iron boxes for needlework and thread. He carefully selected a few packages of needlework and thread. When paying, he asked the shopkeeper casually.
"I also want to buy some sesame oil, but I don't know if the sesame oil in the store opposite is good or not."
"There is still nothing to say about Lao Hao's products. Since his store moved here a year ago, business has been good and there are many repeat customers."
The shopkeeper smiled and said:
"Also, Lao Hao is a kind man. He would never delay the neighborhood if they asked him for help. Even if he saw a beggar on the street, he would help him a little bit. He would also give some food to stray cats and dogs when he saw them. How can such a person be short-changed in doing business?"
Shu Guan oh said:
"It turns out it's only been open for a year."
"Yes, I heard from Lao Hao that his store used to be located on Xiushui Street."
"So this is ah!"
Shu Guan laughed and walked out of the store.
There was a teahouse not far away. Shu Guan entered the teahouse and found a seat by the window. From here, he could clearly see the counter of the sesame oil shop and the little black cat on the counter.
Shu Guan ordered a cup of tea and a few newspapers. He spent the day leisurely drinking tea and reading newspapers in this teahouse. The snacks in this teahouse tasted really good.
As for the sesame oil shop opposite, the business is really good. You can see customers coming in and out from time to time. The shopkeeper and the waiter in the shop are so busy that they don’t touch the floor. As for the little black cat, they spend most of their time lying on the counter to dry themselves. The sun sometimes jumps off the counter and circles the store, but it never steps out of the store.
Perhaps the outside world has made him too scared, so he refuses to leave the seemingly safe store.
At six o'clock in the evening, the sesame oil shop was finally open.
The guy didn't seem to live in the store. He inserted the store's row door piece by piece into the groove on the steps from the outside, and then shouted something inside.
"Boss, okay, lock the door!"
Then the guy left.
Inside the shop, a thin middle-aged man locked the door with a copper lock, then bent down to pick up the little black cat and walked towards the back of the shop.
Behind the shop facade is a warehouse with many barrels of sesame oil. There is a narrow staircase leading to the second floor. It seems that that should be where he lives.
The middle-aged man brought a cup, opened the lid of a bucket of sesame oil, picked up an oil spoon on the side, and spooned a full cup of sesame oil for himself.
Then he did not go up the stairs, but came to a barrel of sesame oil in the corner of the room, moved the barrel containing at least a hundred kilograms of sesame oil with one hand, and then bent down and opened the barrel on the ground. A piece of wood.
Under the wooden plank, a dark tunnel entrance was revealed.
The middle-aged man held the little black cat in one hand and a quilt filled with sesame oil in the other. He looked down at the little black cat in his arms, with a lewd smile on his face.
Then he walked down the tunnel steps.
The steps are not long, only about ten. Under the steps is a dark room. Nothing can be seen clearly, only two pairs of faint eyes.
One pair is green, and they are the eyes of the little black cat.
The other pair was red, but it was the middle-aged man's eyes. In the dark environment, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly turned blood red.
The room was also filled with an unpleasant smell, like the stench of something that had rotted for a long time.
The middle-aged man raised his hand and found a pull cord on the wall. He pulled it and an electric light on the roof instantly lit up, illuminating the underground secret room.
I saw that the walls of this underground secret room were covered with cat heads.
Dried cat heads of various sizes and colors.
The soft cat skin drooped on the skull, which was indescribably weird and terrifying.
The little black cat couldn't see clearly what was on the wall, but its animal instinct made it suddenly feel a huge fear.
So at this moment, it let out an extremely ear-piercing scream.
