Fish and kitchen knives, this choice is not difficult for ordinary cats, because they don’t have any choice at all, and they will only make defenses or attacks based on instinct.

But the black cat is different. It is a mysterious cat that can shock ghosts, and it can be defined as a "rare assistant" by the Doom game!

To put it no exaggeration, Chen Chong even felt that this guy could understand people's words!

"If it is smart enough, it will definitely choose fish!" Chen Chong thought to himself.

However, the black cat's actions surprised him. He neither chose fish nor knife, because at the moment when the kitchen knife was displayed, his hair was swelling, his body was pressed against the corner of the wall, his limbs were scattered like crazy, and his mouth was wailed fiercely.

Its first reaction was to escape!

"It's useless. Do you know what's behind you? It's reinforced concrete... Even if you push the floor through, you can't push it."

Chen rushed forward, and the kitchen knife in his hand shook slightly because of his speech. The cold light at the blade swayed back and forth in the black cat's vision, scaring the latter from wailing to screaming, and his body was inexplicably standing upright, tilting his head, and waving his forelimbs in front of him.

That's so miserable.

Chen Chong was amused, but he didn't put down the kitchen knife immediately. If he didn't leave a shadow in the black cat's heart at this time, he might be the one who was hurt in the future.

Meow...

Meow...

…

"Enough, if you call again, I will choose a kitchen knife for you!"

After three minutes of stalemate, Chen Chong restrained his smile. One reason was that he felt that it was almost shocked, and the other was that he was worried that someone would enter the restaurant and mistakenly think that he was abused animals on the second floor, which would be embarrassing.

The black cat's voice stopped abruptly, and its body curled up in the corner as if it was hollowed out. The two cats looked at Chen Chong timidly... the kitchen knife in his hand.

"That's right. You are my assistant now. Why am I willing to eat you?"

Chen Chong spread his hands, looking harmless.

Meow.

The black cat responded, lifted his forelimbs and gestured a few times, as if he wanted to express the meaning of "put down the knife and have something to say."

Chen Chong pretended not to see it and said to himself: "To be honest, I couldn't do that last time in the apartment, otherwise, once the female ghost got angry, wouldn't we both die? Besides, I came out, didn't you come out with me? Look, now, there is still meat to eat, isn't it better than picking up garbage in that apartment?"

The black cat was stunned when he heard it in the corner of the wall, and his head was shaking up and down with the kitchen knife, without any sense of incongruity.

"Let's do this...the past grudges were written off. Anyway... you can't beat me, right?"

Meow.

The black cat scratched his face with his forelimbs. He didn't know whether it was shame or itch, but he didn't dare to look directly into Chen Chong's eyes anyway.

Seeing this, Chen Chong inserted the kitchen knife back to his waist and threw the live fish in front of the black cat. "As long as you are honest and obedient, I guarantee that you will have a very tender fat fish every week, slurry, and what do you eat in the future? How about it?"

The black cat stumbled on his paws, trying to hold the live fish struggling in front of him, but was afraid that Chen Chong would use his tricks. After all, he had already experienced it.

"What are you asking!" Chen Chong emphasized.

The black cat shivered, retracted its paws decisively and quickly cried back, very docile.

"Then I will think you agree." Chen Chong quietly breathed a sigh of relief, "Also, since I can summon you, I can naturally let you disappear completely. So, don't escape while I'm away, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Meow.

The black cat hung his head on his forelimbs to show obedience.

"Okay, then that's it. I hope we can cooperate happily."

Next, Chen Chong found an unused plate in the kitchen as a bowl for black cats to eat, and then took out a few old clothes in the wardrobe and spread them in the corner of the second floor as black cats' nests. Then, he took a shower on his own.

The black cat lay in the nest, looked at the direction of the bathroom, and suddenly stretched out his paws, slapped the fish on the plate twice, slapped the fish on the plate.

It is very angry! But it has no temper and can only vent its anger on the fish!

…

When Chen Chong came out of the restaurant, there were no more people on the street. After sweeping a shared bicycle at the intersection, he headed straight to the advertising company.

Now that the restaurant has black cat caretaker, I believe that "Wang Mao" dares not appear at will. As for the words "let the black cat disappear", they were just made up by themselves, because the card had nothing but "summoning", but its favorability with the black cat changed from the original -500 (precarious) to -600 (incompatible with the fire).

"This little guy is quite patient." Chen Chong shook his head, and he could not think of a good way to improve the relationship between the two sides for a while.

…

The night sky was a little dark, and you could vaguely see thick clouds blocking all the starlight. The air was stuffy, and it seemed that a heavy rain was brewing.

When there were about two hundred meters away from the office building, Chen Chong parked his bicycle on the sidewalk, walking and watching the situation nearby.

Unlike last night when the crowds were crowded, the sidewalk outside the office building was very deserted tonight, and even pedestrians could not see a few. Only leaves were blown by the wind, replacing people's footsteps.

A heavy truck full of mud and sand roared past on the road, and the roar of the engine from far to near, and from near to far, which made people frightened.

From the outside, there were only various advertisements on the entire office building, and the rooms outside were pitch black.

There was a faint light at the gate of the first floor. If you guessed correctly, it should be from the security room.

Chen Chong did not rush in, but took out his mobile phone and typed the keyword "No. 54 West Street, University Town" on the search software.

This is the exact address of the office building.

Soon, a series of information appeared on the mobile phone screen, and the ones at the forefront were all about Wang Mao’s suicide.

‘Shocked! The chairman of the advertising company committed suicide late at night...’

‘The West Street suicide incident.. The young man was trapped in love and committed suicide in the early morning..’

…

Chen Chong frowned. The previous few messages were obviously exaggerated and had no reference value at all.

After a quick look, I finally found a message released by a more authoritative news organization.

[A death occurred on the West Street of University Town, click to view details...]

Check.

[At around 12 a.m. yesterday, a male corpse was found in an advertising company on the west street of University Town. According to the report, he was patrolling as usual and found that the door of the advertising company was not closed and the lights were not turned on inside. Just as he was about to close it kindly, he suddenly saw a person lying in the room. He thought the other party was asleep, but he didn't expect that he had no reaction after calling a few times, so he stepped forward and patted it twice...]

[The police did not find any traces of fighting at the scene, but a broken water cup was found at the feet of the deceased, and there were a large amount of water stains and tea leaves on the table. It was initially suspected that the deceased should have been too tired. After lying on the desk and fell asleep, he accidentally knocked over the tea cup, causing the tea leaves to block his breath and lead to hypoxia death. No new news has been announced at present...]

The text message ends here, followed by two pictures attached to the news. The first one is a picture of a policeman carrying a body bag out of the office building, but the body bag is mosaiced. The second one is a picture of two policemen asking a security guard.

Chen Chong glanced at the security guard a few more times, but because the light was too dark and the angle, he could not see the other person's face clearly. He could only roughly see that the other person should be older. If he used the police car as a reference, he was about 1.7 meters tall, which looked half a head shorter than himself.

After finding no useful information, he decisively put away his cell phone, patted his cheeks, and walked towards the bright spot.
Chapter completed!