Fast-passing host super cold

Chapter 187 Picking up a primary school bully (4)

The man walked into the corridor, put away the umbrella and shook it, looked at the dim light above his head, and sneered disdainfully, but he didn't notice that a black figure slowly followed behind him.

The loud ringing of the mobile phone exploded in the silent corridor.

The man took out his mobile phone from his leather jacket and put it to his ear: "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Yeah, it rained again today. What are those little bastards in md doing... Okay, I see. Your new video can be sold for a fortune after editing it, right?"

"It's also said that we've changed our minds. Heh, those people who watched the video are not much better...Okay, I thought of a good way to play. I just went back and took those to try."

The man yelled loudly without hesitation.

The door next to it was opened, and a head poked out from inside: "Can you please keep your voice down, the children are already asleep after eleven o'clock!"

"It's none of your business, old woman! If you think it's noisy, let your son take you away!"

The woman who poked her head out obviously did not dare to provoke the man, so she glared at him and closed the door.

The man went over and kicked her door viciously, and spat on the door contemptuously.

Qing Zhou's gaze remained unchanged, but his fingertips made a slight mistake.

A translucent light ball of bright color appeared on the pale fingertips, flying straight towards the man.

The man withdrew his foot and was about to continue going up the stairs, when he suddenly felt a pain in his knee, he lost his balance as soon as he bent his leg, and hit the ground hard.

Coincidentally, his head hit the door directly, and his face was stuck on the phlegm he had just spit.

man:"……"

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Wu Qi wanted to laugh a little, but he knew that his boss might not be in a very good mood right now, so he didn't dare to laugh out loud.

The man was disgusted by what he had just vomited.

When he packed up and came back home, Qing Zhou was already sitting on his sofa.

This man's home was very easy to find, and he was probably afraid that the noise of the cats would disturb the people around him—it was a trivial matter for him to be scolded, but it was a major matter for others to call the police—so he rented a room on the top floor.

The smell in the room was not very good, like canned fish that had been stored for a long time, with a rotten smell.

The source of the smell was the only small storage room without a window.

The storage room was locked, and this lock was considered nothing to Qing Zhou, the soul body.At this time, the man hadn't come back yet, so she floated in and took a look.

As soon as she entered, her eyes sank.

The room was not big, only about three or four square meters, and there were several large iron cages next to it, and there were at least a dozen cats inside.

Those cats looked like wild cats, all messy, with more or less bloodstains on their bodies, almost none of them were healthy.

One of the tabby cats was obviously dying, and fell into the cage dying.

Qing Zhou glanced across the room, and suddenly noticed a small black body in one place.

She glanced at the little black cat in her arms, and confirmed that it should be its body.

The girl holding the cat took a few steps forward and squatted down. The little black cat in her arms jumped out and rubbed against her body. A bit of human sadness flashed in the bright green cat eyes.

The little black body didn't seem to have any scars, it was huddled in a corner, motionless, stiff and warm—warm?
The corpse should be cold, where did the warmth come from?

Qing Zhou took a closer look and suddenly realized.

This corpse... or "food" is more appropriate, because it is already cooked, and the little milk cat was cooked to death in a microwave oven while it was still alive!
　I continue to test the edge of the shield.Roasting a kitten in a microwave oven seemed to be on the news at the time, and it hurt me deeply QAQ
　　
　
(End of this chapter)