“Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

In the middle of the night, there was a sound of scratching the door outside the door, and Wang Daming was kicked out of bed by his wife: "Go and see where the wild cat is, always bark at the door, call, and quarrel and die."

Wang Daming rubbed his eyes and scolded and got up to open the door.He turned on the lamp, went to open the door, he looked around, in the corridor, in the stairwell, there were no wild cats.

“Oh, hey, uh.”

Footsteps

He looked down and saw a black cat lying at the door, and if it wasn’t for the light, he would have stepped on the cat in the night.

"Damn" Wang Daming was awakened in the middle of the night, his heart was very angry, saw the black cat, did not want to think, just kicked the past, the black cat to the door, then turned back to sleep.However, he just wanted to cover the door, a light flashed through his mind, his heart was tight, and he went to a lot of sleep.

How does the cat lie in that way?

He kicked a foot and kicked the cat, and the cat didn’t seem to react at all.

He wasn’t kicked to death.

He turned quickly and went to the door of the neighbor's house, and saw that the cat was still lying on the door of his house, motionless.Cold Khan suddenly dripped from Wang Daming's brain door, a cold wind hit behind him, blowing him violently shaking.

He reached out to puck the black cat hard.

It seems to have been dead for a long time.

What kind of king Basil had an enemy with him and put a dead cat in front of his door, and was obscured?

Even if it was obscure, Wang Daming did not want his neighbors to wake up the next day to see the black cat's body and think that they had let it go, causing a dispute in the neighborhood, so he grabbed the black cat to the garbage can at the stairwell and tucked it into it.

That way, there will be no more problems.

He turned around, suddenly.

“Oh, hey.”

A thin, soft sound that came out of the trash.

No, how could Wang Daming rush back, take the garbage can inside, and the black cat blended with the darkness in the trash, and it was almost impossible to see where the black cat was.Wang Daming had to put up the flashlight and look inside, and saw that the black cat was lying in the trash in the dustbin, and he was relieved.

"When you die, you die, and you have to do it again, the old man will burn you," Wang Daming cursed, turning and walking home.There were no more cat calls along the way.

He closed the door.

“Meow”

Wang Daming's body was frozen, and this voice seemed to come at his feet.

No

He swallowed the water.

For a long time, he would not listen to the command of the head down.

At the feet, nothing.

Wrong, I must have heard wrong.Wang Daming wiped his sweat and thought that today's work must be too tired to appear this illusion.

He went back to bed, lay back to his wife's side, looked at the familiar back, and he relaxed and went to sleep.

However, he did not sleep for a long time, and heard the voice "meow" again.

Dreaming of Wang Daming said to himself, he did not open his eyes, but the sweat took another wave.

The abominable cat kept barking in his ear, and the louder he was about to get mad and not only to be barking, and he was constantly pushing his soft paws on his body, and he was about to push him out of bed.

Wang Daming jumped up, a palm of a photon to the cat's head, flying the black cat fan to the wall.

It really is a black cat.

The damned black cat barked at him for a night and pushed him.

If the black cat was dead, how could he still be screaming and how could he come to him?

Wang Daming tremblingly went to fumble for the switch on the wall, snapping, he turned on the light.

The black cat crouched beside the wall, shivering, staring at him with Chu Chu’s poor eyes, meowing and meowing non-stop.

Wang Daming's lips trembled, his sweat kept on, he moved to the black cat, stretched out his hands, and choked the black cat's neck.

The "meow" black cat suddenly made a sad scream, struggling to death, and the cat's paw was clutching his arm, scratching a scratch.

"Don't call again," Wang Daming yelled.

Gradually, the cat barking grew weaker, and the black cat broke his breath in his hand.

Wang Daming for a long time, finally realized what he had done, he breathed a sigh of relief, fell down, caressed his heart to his own luck.

It's okay, he just killed a beast, not a murderer, the law doesn't care about him, the law kills, whether it's a beast, a nasty black cat.

He grabbed the black cat, raised the door, and tucked it into the trash.However, the trash can seems to be full, and he can't get in.Wang Daming scolded, so he threw the black cat's body at the foot of the garbage can and turned around and went back.

“Meow”

The soft cry suddenly made Wang Daming freeze his feet.

Why is it dead, why is it called again?

No, it can't be impossible.

Wang Daming went crazy and rushed home, locked the door, covered his head with a quilt, and did not dare to go out again.

“Oh, hey.”

However, even if he covered his ears, he could still hear the terrible cat's call.

Suddenly, the door sounded.

The cat’s door.

Cat barking, scratching the door, like debt collection, wrapped in the ear, has been endless

I heard that cats have nine lives, how to kill can't kill

"The old man did not believe this evil," Wang Daming jumped up, rushed to the kitchen to take a wood knife, came out, saw a fishing line on the coffee table, he did not want to, he grabbed the fishing line, rushed out.

Opening the door, the black cat saw him and called a few more cheerfully.

He lifted the kitchen knife and killed it in the scream of the black cat.

“Let them call you again.”

The blood stabbed the king.

The black cat fell in a pool of blood, convulsed in limbs, struggling to climb toward the stairwell, as if trying to escape.

"The cat has nine lives, must be killed, kill nine lives completely," Wang Daming said, slowly put down the kitchen knife, took out the fishing line in his pocket, and walked toward the black cat.

He strangled the black cat’s neck with a fishing line from behind and strangled it dead.

Finally.

The black cat did not move.

He reached out to touch the black cat’s breath.

"Finally dead" Wang Daming breathed a sigh of relief, and the worry of the night could finally be relaxed.

Just let go of this damned black cat, it seems, not enough.

Wang Daming raised an idea, he clutched the head of the fishing wire, dragged the body of the black cat, and climbed the stairs step by step.

He climbed to the top floor, and when he hung the black cat's body on the railing of the roof and saw the black cat's body swaying with the night wind, he wiped a sweat and smiled happily: "Now, you will not call again."

He wiped his sweat and went home.

That night, there were no more cat calls.

He will never hear a cat call again.