Um?
Zuo Weiwei was confused for a moment, then stomped on the ball twice more with her paws.
What is this?
Perhaps influenced by the nature of cats, they have an instinctive desire to play with spherical objects.
Or maybe Zuo Weiwei's sixth sense came into play at this time, and he subconsciously became interested in the spherical object.
Zuo Weiwei stopped where he was, curiously flicking the wooden spherical object back and forth with his paws a few times.
"Meow?"
The Siamese cat who was originally walking with Zuo Weiwei noticed that Zuo Weiwei stopped in place and did not continue walking forward.
The Siamese cat was a little strange and stopped. Following the movement of these animals, it came close to Zuo Weiwei and gave a gentle "meow".
[Did something happen? ]
Hearing the Siamese cat's voice, Zuo Weiwei raised his head and blinked his big blue eyes twice.
The delicate and cute ragdoll cat has an innocent expression on its face.
"mum."
Zuo Weiwei called out softly and raised his paw, revealing the wooden ball that he had stepped on.
Zuo Weiwei originally wanted to explain, but she was just dazed for a moment.
However, when the Siamese cat looked down and his eyes fell on the wooden irregular sphere,
The pupils that were originally dilated due to insufficient ambient light,
Suddenly, when stimulated, the needle shrinks into a vertical line.
It's that faucet!
He won't admit his mistakes.
Ever since "Miss" entered the warehouse, the Siamese cat has been carefully watching her every move.
Especially the dragon-headed crutch held by "Miss".
At that time, the faucet on the crutch gave the Siamese cat a very strange feeling.
From ancient times to the present, the image of "dragon" is not fixed.
In ancient times, the style of dragon heads was usually taken from pigs or horses, such as the clamshell dragon unearthed from the Yangshao Culture.
It was not until the Shang and Zhou dynasties that horns began to appear on dragon heads.
During the Western Han Dynasty, the image of the dragon was relatively complete, generally having feet, claws, scales, long horns, and a beard at the mouth.
By the time of the Tang Dynasty, the dragon totem basically continued from the previous dynasty, but the head became wider and shorter, and the upper jaw became longer and tilted upward, making the body look more graceful.
But in any case, the dragon head on the dragon head crutch does not belong to the aesthetics of any era.
The first impression it gave Siamese cats was very weird and twisted.
It is like a poor craftsman, connecting and sewing the carcasses of all unrelated animals into a precarious body that can collapse at any time.
Then name this monster "Dragon".
Obviously this dragon head is completely inconsistent with the "dragon" that Siamese cats recognize.
But the moment he appeared in the Siamese cat's eyes, the Siamese cat felt that it was a "dragon".
This weird point is enough for the Siamese cat to realize that this faucet is definitely not an ordinary thing.
Although I don’t know what role this dragon head plays in the entire ghost story.
However, the Siamese cat made the choice immediately.
He lowered his head and took the wooden faucet into his mouth.
Wang Qinghao was unaware of the Siamese cat's sneaky behavior.
The light of the mobile phone seemed too weak in this dense darkness.
Like a drop of water falling into a bottle full of thick ink.
diluted very easily.
That little light can't even illuminate the way forward.
Wang Qing frowned and muttered in a low voice: "Where are you going? Go out?"
"Woof woof..."
The dog next to him barked twice, and its tentacles covered with dog hair hooked Wang Qing's arm.
He seemed to be gesturing to Wang Qing to follow him.
It seems that in this dark environment, dogs, as animals, can find a way out more easily than humans.
Wang Qing thought for two seconds and followed his dog with great confidence.
She walked through the darkness, and at the same time she was wondering where to place all these animals.
Want to take it back to the farm?
The housekeeper shouldn't be angry, right?
Wang Qing thought that every time he met poor people before, he couldn't help but go to the farm to recruit people, which seemed to have made the housekeeper a little distressed.
But soon she found a new reason to comfort herself.
At least this time, what she brought back was not a human being, but a group of cats, dogs, rats, rats, and rabbits.
Wang Qing felt guilty even for two seconds.
Suddenly there was light in front of my eyes, and I suddenly became enlightened.
Wang Qing squinted his eyes for a while to adjust, and then finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.
There was actually a kitchen in front of him.
The kitchen is clean, every object is placed in an orderly manner, and the dishes and chopsticks are neatly placed on the shelves. The golden sunlight at noon shines through the half-open windows and casts mottled shadows on the smooth ceramic tiles.
The delicious aroma of food spread throughout the kitchen.
There was something simmering in the pot on the stove. It was already boiling, making a bubbling sound.
The rich aroma came out of that pot.
Before Wang Qing could react, the dog next to him had already let out a "wow", briskly waved a few tentacles, and headed straight for the pot.
The pot was very large. It was placed on the stove, almost as tall as a person, and so wide that Wang Qing couldn't hold it in one hand. It was burning with light blue flames below.
The first time he saw the pot, Wang Qing was in a daze.
What is such a big pot used to cook? Most people wouldn’t use such a big pot at home, would they?
But the dog can't care so much.
From under the thick dog-haired tentacles, a bright red tongue protruded, exuding steam.
Transparent saliva dripped from the tongue, leaving water marks on the clean wooden floor in a few seconds.
With a flick of his tentacle, he easily took off the lid covering the pot, and a stream of hot steam steamed out from the pot.
But the dog didn't seem to feel the scalding heat, and his tongue dripping with saliva went straight into the pot, facing the steam.
After a while, there was the sound of eating.
Wang Qing didn't even have time to stop him.
Why did you eat it now?
Is this something that belongs to someone else?
"Hey, wait--please don't..."
Wang Qing suddenly paused in the middle of his words.
A feeling of hunger also surged from her stomach.
My stomach made a rumble.
Counting the time, Wang Qing took the dog out to the hospital yesterday.
After wandering outside for a day and a night, it was already noon on the second day.
It is estimated that the dog had smelled the fragrance of the kitchen in the dark corridor, so he led her here.
Not to mention Gouzi, even she was hungry.
Wang Qing touched his belly.
I don't know if I heard the rumbling sound coming from Wang Qing's stomach.
The sound of the dog eating suddenly stopped.
Slowly, it raised its head from the pot.
Then, a few tentacles reached into the pot and fished for a while.
Finally, a skeleton was fished out of the pot.
Gouzi gently placed the skeleton on the ground, stretched out a tentacle, and carefully pushed it in front of Wang Qing.
"...Woof?"
