The nature of cats still retains the nature of cats before they were domesticated more than 10,000 years ago.
It is a solitary creature and never meows with its own kind!
Because it is much easier to communicate with similar species using chemical pheromones such as urine than by barking.
Even when threatened, cats usually just make an angry sound of "baa".
This is true for wild cats, and even more so for domestic cats.
From beginning to end, the meowing sound coming from the vocal tract of a domestic cat will only be directed at one kind of creature.
That is its shit-slave slave, human being.
Compared to cats, humans' sense of smell is very sparse and ordinary.
Therefore, during 10,000 years of selective evolution, cats have gradually learned to use meows to communicate with their owners, instead of using chemical pheromones to give orders to their owners.
Therefore, cat meows can only be understood by cats and humans.
This is a unique way of communication between two interdependent species.
But the glutinous rice balls at my house tonight were really abnormal.
It actually kept barking at the cabinet, as if there was someone it knew in the cabinet.
Moreover, the person it knew frightened it so much that it didn't even dare to scream too loudly.
All he could do was make a shrill trembling sound in his throat.
Because it is afraid.
What are cats afraid of?
"Baby glutinous rice balls. What are you looking at? You are so scared that your whole body is shaking."
Meng Feng couldn't help but raise his voice and shouted to Tangyuan.
"Meow!"
After the cat meowed again, it turned to look at him.
The scarlet light in its eyes suddenly disappeared without a trace, returning to its usual bluish color.
It meowed as if nothing had happened.
Gently, he jumped to Meng Feng's feet.
After walking around his feet twice, stretching, I returned to my nest on the balcony.
Although Meng Feng was a little strange, he saw that the cat seemed to be back to normal, so he yawned and returned to bed, ready to continue sleeping.
He didn't notice at all that a pair of scarlet blood eyes disappeared from the hiding place of the wardrobe.
The cat just returned to normal.
The wife on the bed is still asleep.
Didn't notice anything.
Meng Feng picked up the phone and took a look.
Half past twelve in the morning.
He reached over and held his sleeping wife in his arms.
The movement was a bit loud, but his wife was not awakened by him.
Although she is already middle-aged, her wife takes good care of herself and has a good figure.
She showed no reaction to her actions.
Meng Feng felt that the body temperature of his wife lying in his arms was much lower than usual. He felt as if he was holding a ball of ice, which was very uncomfortable.
He took out a hand and rubbed his wife's long hair.
But the moment his hand got into Zhang Wanting's hair.
Meng Feng was so frightened that he jumped up.
No, this is definitely not my wife’s hair.
Meng Feng shivered.
His wife obviously has short hair, but how come the person lying on his bed actually has long hair?
Who is the person on the bed?
Meng Feng suddenly sat up from the bed, turned on the bedroom light with a 'pop' sound with his other hand.
"Meng Feng, what are you doing? Why are you turning on the light?"
The wife was awakened by the sudden bright light, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and complained.
Under the bright light, the wife's short hair was exposed outside the quilt.
The person on the bed is clearly his wife.
But what on earth is the long-haired woman that I touched just now?
Could it be a dream?
Meng Feng smiled awkwardly and said to his wife: "Maybe I fell asleep in a dream. I'm sorry for waking you up."
"It's okay, go to sleep now, we have two more interviews in Shicheng tomorrow morning.
It’s not easy to find a suitable job in Shicheng. This place is indeed a typical resource-depleted city with few job opportunities. I even lowered my salary expectations by so much, but I didn’t expect that I still can’t meet the standard. Alas.”
The wife sighed, turned over and continued to sleep.
It is a fact that it was not easy for them to find jobs in Shicheng.
However, Meng Feng and his wife will not regret returning to Shicheng. After all, the big city does not belong to them and cannot accommodate them.
Just when Meng Feng was about to lie back on the pillow, he subconsciously looked at the hand that had just touched his wife's hair.
On the hand, there is a twisted, kelp-like mess of long, dirty hair.
The long hair was tangled between his fingers.
You move automatically.
Those terrible hairs are even trying to burrow into their own flesh.
Meng Feng was so frightened that he screamed "Wow" and sat up from the bed again.
"Meng Feng, you've had enough! If you scream again, be careful and I will throw you out together with your pillow and quilt."
Zhang Wanting, who was repeatedly woken up by her husband, became angry: "Are you sure you are going to go for an interview tomorrow?"
Suddenly, a cat's shrill cry came from the balcony.
The cat meows without stopping, sharp and shrill.
Tangyuan seemed to be afraid of something.
And the sound is also floating everywhere.
Sometimes it appears in the living room, and sometimes it appears on the balcony.
It's like something is throwing the cat around like a ball.
Finally, the cat meowed from the balcony and approached towards their bedroom.
Both of them were so frightened that they had goosebumps all over their bodies, looking at each other not knowing what was going on.
The cat's meowing stopped abruptly in front of the cloakroom.
There was no more sound.
"sweet dumpling!"
With a bad premonition in her heart, Zhang Wanting screamed, struggled up from the bed, and ran towards the cloakroom.
"Wait a minute, there's someone else in the room."
Meng Feng groped under the bed for a few times, grabbed the baseball bat he used for self-defense, and chased his wife into the cloakroom.
In front of the cloakroom, Tang Yuan has died.
His death was extremely miserable.
"Tangyuan, Tangyuan. Husband, why did Tangyuan die?"
Zhang Wanting rushed towards the pet cat at home like crazy.
Meng Feng was still calm and grabbed her hand.
"Don't move!"
he said.
His eyes watched the surroundings vigilantly.
The two of them didn't have the habit of closing the bedroom door when they slept.
After all, there are only two people and a cat living in such a big house, so there is no need to worry about privacy being exposed.
But the man who killed the cat was not near the bedroom.
The corpse of his glutinous rice balls was too terrifying.
Half of the mouth was opened to the back of the head, and the skin on the body was hanging on the bones. Even the dirty filth mixed with minced meat and blood continued to flow from the cat's anus.
A disgusting stench permeated the bedroom.
There was an unfamiliar fishy smell in the smell of blood.
That fishy smell is definitely not the smell that a cat will emit after it dies!
More like corpse odor.
The stench of rotting corpses after death.
Meng Feng's hand was holding on tightly to the baseball bat.
"Don't act rashly, follow me. At this time, we must not be separated."
He held his wife with one free hand and carefully searched the entire house.
"Do we need to call the police now?"
Zhang Wanting asked with a tearful voice.
Meng Feng shook his head with a wry smile.
My whole body became even colder.
Although the house is large, there are not many hiding places.
He quickly searched the whole house, but couldn't find any trace of the intruder.
If you live on the top floor, it is impossible for intruders to climb in.
The door was locked, and there was no sign of violence in opening it.
It was as if there were no strangers in his home.
But both of them knew that they were the only ones in the family.
Chapter completed!