Garfield, who crossed from Marvel

As Garfield looked forward to it, it slowly became dark. Watching Peter return to his room and prepare to go to bed, Garfield quietly got up, walked out of the house carefully, and came to the street.

The dark night fell, and there was no sound in the empty house. The breeze outside gently blew through the old house. The old street lights on the street were very dim, and some of them flickered from time to time.

At this time, there were almost no pedestrians on the streets outside. People had already stayed at home and had a good rest.

But today was a little different. Outside Peter's window, a human-like thing with disheveled hair and white clothes, whose gender could not be identified, slowly floated outside. The evening breeze blew by, blowing his clothes from time to time, like floating Like a ghost in the sky.

The man in white slowly floated to Peter's window. "Dong, dong, dong!" There seemed to be something flapping outside Peter's window. It was a bit unclear in the dark night. He could only vaguely see what seemed to be a fat animal. Fat paws.

In the room, Peter slept very soundly, with his legs tightly holding the quilt, and an inexplicable smile on his face. It was obvious that Peter was having some kind of indescribable dream.

Along with the continuous flapping outside the window, Peter frowned slightly, and his right hand instinctively slid on the bed, as if he wanted to drive away the thing that made the noise.

"Dong dong dong!" The slapping sound became louder and louder, indicating that the murderer who made the noise was very impatient. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he slapped the window, Peter in the room still did not wake up.

Finally, the murderer outside the house couldn't bear it anymore and screamed angrily in a woman's voice that had been tuned to be resentful, miserable and sharp, "Peter, are you a pig? Sleep with you and wake up!!!"

The owner of the voice seemed to be very angry, and the angry tone was mixed with a resentful, miserable and sharp female voice, which looked very strange.

"Ah!" Peter, who was awakened by the screams outside the house, yelled and sat up as if he was frightened.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" The frightened Peter took a deep breath slowly and calmed himself down. Peter looked around to find the source of the noise.

Suddenly, Peter's face became extremely ugly, and his body began to tremble slightly. Outside the window directly in front of him, a man in white was floating in the air. His long, somewhat tattered white robe blocked the feet of the man in white. It fluttered slightly in the breeze.

"Garfield...Garfield, you are there!" Peter shouted Garfield's name tremblingly, as if a drowning man was eager to find a life-saving straw.

Unfortunately, no matter how much Peter shouted, he didn't hear any answer. The room was so quiet that Peter could even hear his own heartbeat.

Peter, who didn't hear Garfield's echo, leaned back unconsciously. His back was soon firmly pressed against the wall, but Peter still instinctively shrank back.

"Peter, Peter! I died so miserably!" The man in white outside the house suddenly made a sad and resentful voice.

"Who are you? Is this you, Garfield? This is not fun at all. Garfield, come out!" Peter's hair suddenly stood up when he heard the voice, goosebumps appeared all over his body, and he shouted incoherently.

"Peter, I died miserably!" Faced with Peter's shouting questions, the man in white outside the room ignored him and continued to wail.

"I don't know you, why did you come to me!" Peter shouted at the top of his lungs, as if he wanted to vent all the fear in his heart.

"No, you were the one who killed me!" The man in white slowly raised his right hand, his fingers slowly stretched out the cuff, and pointed a pale finger at Peter.

"I don't know you at all, who are you?" Peter asked loudly with an expression of shock and anger.

"You were the one who killed me. I died so miserably! That day I was walking alone on the street and you appeared in front of me. At that time, a strong wind blew by and blew the hat off your head. I looked at you. Funny bald head, I laughed to death.

You said I died miserably, you said you killed me. "The voice of the man in white was still so scary and sharp, but Peter in the room was covered.

Then, Peter slowly reacted, and he suddenly jumped out of the bed and rushed to the window angrily, "Garfield, you bastard! Come out here."

The look of horror had not completely faded from Peter's face, but his eyes were filled with blazing anger. He had just been frightened to death by that damn bastard Garfield.

Peter stood at the window and roared angrily at the man in white, venting his extreme dissatisfaction.

However, no matter how much Peter cursed, the man in white made no movement and just swayed in the wind.

"Peter, what did you call me for?" At this time, a voice that surprised Peter came from the door of Peter's room.

Peter turned around stiffly. In front of him, Garfield seemed to have just woken up, rubbing his eyes and standing at the door, asking himself doubtfully.

At this time, Peter was a little confused, but a chill came from his heart. If Garfield was in the room just now, then who was outside.

Thinking of this, Peter became scared again. "Bang!" The sound coming from behind made Peter scream and run towards Garfield.

After Peter ran to Garfield's side, he looked back out the window in shock, only to find that the man in white had fallen down and rested on the window. There were several long hanging threads on the collar behind his hair.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! I'm laughing so hard! Peter, you are so funny!" Garfield's laughter next to him made Peter completely understand, and he looked at Garfield angrily.

"Garfield, you bastard! I'm going to take care of you." Peter no longer wanted to consider the gap in strength. He just wanted to teach Garfield, the bastard, a lesson.

Garfield on the side saw Peter looking like a frizzy tiger cub with a ferocious expression, clenching his hands, breathing heavily, and hurriedly stepped back, "Okay, it's time to go to bed. Go to bed early and get up early. Good night, Peter." !”

Seeing Garfield running away, Peter naturally refused to let the bitch cat go. He quickly chased after him, vowing to take revenge.

As a result, a cat and a person started playing wildly in the house, which lasted until midnight. Peter had no choice but to go back to the house to rest because he was exhausted.

Garfield in the living room happily returned to his bed after seeing Peter return to the room. The bed was specially made by Mei for Garfield. It was a large basket filled with many soft cushions and a layer on top. May made specially made sheets for Garfield, with small pillows and blankets on them.

Garfield, who was lying on the bed, slowly closed his eyes, but he still couldn't hide the bright smile on his face. He should have a good dream tonight.

Unlike Garfield who was in a happy mood, the first thing Peter did when he returned to the room was of course to throw the damn humanoid prop out. Then, perhaps because of his psychological shadow, Peter did not dare to turn off the light. Under the illumination of the desk lamp, Peter, who was lying on the bed, slowly fell asleep.