Netherworld Investigator Chapter 70: Spitfire Anti-Cat Demon

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At first it was just one or two bells swaying lightly, and then a large number of bells swayed together, making a rattling movement. This scene frightened all of us!

I noticed that none of the bells facing the window moved. Probably the civet doesn't like sunlight, so I asked Wang Dali to close the curtains.

After that, I took a marker pen from my handbag and wrote some common words on the edge of the table, just above each bell. I think this way I can probably communicate with the civet, just like the pen fairy and the dish fairy.

However, when I only wrote two words, I heard a plop, and when I turned my head, Wang Dali fell straight to the ground.

"Dali, what's wrong with you?"

I rushed over to check. Among the people who were about to press Wang Dali, he suddenly grabbed my wrist with incredible strength.

Then he opened his eyes slowly, Wang Dali's eyes were black and white, just like the little girl I saw last night, and his expression was very strange and strange. The corner of his mouth slowly grinned with a strange expression that was not a smile, and I suddenly felt a chill rushing across my back like an electric current.

I desperately broke free of my hand. Unexpectedly, Wang Dali jumped onto the table and squatted there, licking the back of his hand like a cat.

This scene stunned us. Wang Yuanchao drew out his gun and pointed it at Wang Dali. I reached out and pressed his gun to signal him not to move, and observe for a while.

I plucked up the courage to ask: "Who are you?"

Wang Dali ignored him, still licking his paws intently.

When I asked the third time, he suddenly let out a vivid "meow" and leaped at me, and we subconsciously stepped back a few steps.

It turns out that his target is not us, but the bag of eels I put on the ground. Wang Dali buried his face in the bag and ate with big mouthfuls. The thorns of the eel were chewed and swallowed directly into his stomach. I was really worried about puncturing his throat.

I called him worriedly. Wang Dali turned his head back, still holding a rice field eel in his mouth. The rice field eel was still alive, still moving, and was sucked into his stomach like noodles.

After eating, Wang Dali squatted on the ground, licked his palms, and wiped his face, just like a cat washing his face.

I said politely: "Daxian, if you are full, can you please come back?"

Wang Dali suddenly jumped under the table, and slapped the ‘Living Cat’ with a slap. The sculpture slid on the ground gruntingly, worrying me that it would be broken. Does it want to release its true body?

Fortunately, the material of the sculpture is relatively hard. It may be that the porcelain mixed with bone meal was not broken.

Wang Dali bowed his body, screamed ‘meow’ in his mouth, and continued to pounce on the ‘Cai Cai’.

Although the civet lived in Wang Dali's body, the way of action was still cat's. The cat's way of action determined that it was impossible for him to pick up the sculpture and throw it.

I don’t know what the consequences would be if he did this, but this sculpture is an important physical evidence of this case. How could it be destroyed like this? I called out, "Stop him!"

Wang Dali was also about to go to the sculpture, Wang Yuanchao jumped up directly on the chair and pounced on him. The two twisted together, and then Wang Dali let out a stern cry, throwing Wang Yuanchao aside with great strength, and then threw on him for a while.

Wang Yuanchao resisted it with his arm, and was instantly scratched with **** wounds on his arm.

I took advantage of this opportunity to pick up the ‘Walking Cat’ and hand it to Huang Xiaotao, “Take it back to the evidence room!”

"Then what should he do?" Huang Xiaotao said in a panic.

"It doesn't matter, let's deal with him!" I cried.

After Huang Xiaotao left, Wang Dali was about to chase her. Wang Yuanchao raised his foot and kicked a chair over. Wang Dali made an unexpected action. He stepped up into the air on a chair, rotated 360 degrees in mid-air, and landed steadily with his'four feet'.

Gosh, acrobats can't do this kind of thing!

Wang Yuanchao picked up another chair, roared, and fought with Wang Vigorously.

I took the opportunity to open the curtains and the afternoon sunlight came in. Wang Dali instinctively covered his eyes with his hands, as if it were extremely painful.

With a bang, the chair in Wang Yuanchao's hand was smashed to pieces on Wang Dali's back. I worriedly said, "Uncle Wang, don't break him!"

As soon as the voice fell, Wang Dali leaped forward and kicked Wang Yuanchao's chest, kicking him a few steps.

Wang Yuanchao pulled out and fought with Wang Dali. Although Wang Yuanchao was extraordinary, Wang Dali ran around the house like a slippery mud loach, which could not be dealt with with human martial arts.

I wondered what the cat was afraid of, and suddenly noticed the half-bottle of Erguotou on the table, so I shouted at Wang Yuanchao: "Give me a lighter!"

Wang Yuanchao threw the lighter over during the fight. I took it in my hand and poured Erguotou into my mouth. The spicy taste almost made me cry. Then I turned on the lighter and spit out the froth at Wang vigorously. When the alcohol met a fire, it burst into flames, like a huge fireball.

Wang vigorously screamed, and quickly fled to the corner of the room!

I took another sip of Erguotou. This small bottle was not much, so the second sip was gone. There was only a little bit of wine in my bulging mouth. This was pure bluff.

Wang Dali shrank shivering in the corner, holding his two'claws' to protect his face, then rolled his eyes and fainted to the ground.

I was suddenly startled, and the Erguotou in my mouth swallowed. The hot sensation spread along the esophagus to the stomach, and I shivered.

I walked over and patted Wang Dali’s face. After a while, he woke up leisurely: "Yoko, what's wrong with me?"

"You fainted." I said, if I tell the truth, I guess he will be scared to death.

Wang Dali noticed a peculiar smell in his mouth, he vomited a few times, and then took out a small fishbone from his teeth: "Weird, why is there a fishbone in my mouth? Did I eat something? ?"

While I was thinking about what to say to him, Wang Dali asked again: "Fuck, why is this room so messy, it seems like a war has been fought."

"We just released the civet." I explained.

"Really? What kind of."

"It's just a **** cat running around the house, but it can toss us to death."

I'm afraid that Wang Dali will think of himself. Fortunately, he is simple-minded, and said with great regret: "Why don't you call me up? I want to see what this civet looks like, how am I dizzy That's weird."

I poured a glass of water for Wang Dali and asked him to rinse his mouth. After a while, Huang Xiaotao came back. Seeing that we had settled and was about to say something, I motioned her not to speak with my eyes.

Later, I heard a person who knows this profession said that my actions at the time were very dangerous and it was a blessing to not take Wang Dali’s life into it! After all, every other line is like a mountain. I'm good at post-mortems. I can't deal with such supernatural things.