What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

In the dense greenery of Huaihu Community, a black cat scurried deftly around in the bushes, and finally climbed up the tree with two leaves on its head.

It's not that he's worthless, it's that he really gave too much.

Thinking of how he had never seen the world, the black cat was in a complicated mood, but his body was licking his mouth very honestly, relishing the deliciousness of the meat strips.

He didn't know what kind of meat it was made of, but it was so delicious that he almost swallowed his tongue.

The black cat turned over sullenly, basking in the sun with its soft fur belly paralyzed.

Forget it, the meat obtained by one's own ability is not ashamed.

The black cat comforted himself.

As a monster with a good cultivation base and a certain age, he has a deep understanding of the ups and downs of a monster's life, so there is nothing he can't see.

After all, not every monster can be as unlucky as him. When he wakes up, the mountain has collapsed and his treasure is gone. He can’t even remember who he is. Last legal status.

Then he received a monthly subsidy of 130 seven yuan from the management center, and lived in the collective dormitory of monsters like him who are out of touch with the times. After half a year of general knowledge cram school, he waited for the management center to assign work so far.

According to the management center's current "Administrative Measures for Monsters, Ghosts, and Monks Over 20 Years of Retreat (Third Edition)", monsters with a little cultivation like him have a safety observation period ranging from one year to three years, and the management center will allocate one A job, a long-term internship for integration into human society.

belch.

The black cat burped a little.

In fact, it was also against the rules for him to run out like this, but he was almost losing his hair after being locked up in the dormitory all day and reciting books, so he ran out to get some wild food to adjust his boring life.

As long as we go back before we collectively watch the Judgment Channel at three o'clock in the afternoon, no one will find out that he sneaked away.

So originally he smelled the smell of that haunted house, he didn't know exactly what kind of monsters and ghosts it was in, but he knew the smell was unmistakable as soon as he smelled it, it was very fragrant.

But it seems to be good to eat meat strips, and the humans who feed him still have a good aroma.

Thinking of the pale, misty gray-green eyes of the young man who fed him, the black cat licked its mouth and paws, and stretched itself on the tree.

When you can sneak out next time, just go around again.

……

On the other side, it took Banxi a while to send the frightened Aunt Zhou out, and brought some of her luggage from the hotel, cleaned it up and made it look like it could live in.

The evening sunset poured into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the air was filled with warm yellow heat.Bansy threw the blanket on the sofa in the living room, and yawned and lounged in it.

He was a little tired after a busy day.

The blanket was printed with pink cat paws, and Bansy buried his face in the soft blanket, thinking about the black cat he had successfully fed.

The fine black and shiny fur, the vigorous and elegant figure, and those honey-colored eyes are too sweet, and Bancy couldn't help rolling on the sofa twice when thinking about it.

If this unruly appearance is seen by the housekeeper in his hometown, the roof will definitely collapse.

The setting sun is slowly dyed a deeper orange, and the stray cats in the neighborhood may be meowing in the distance. The meowing is long and gentle, like a lullaby that lulls people to sleep.

Bancy felt that his eyelids were getting heavy, his consciousness was between drowsy and sober, and he wanted to get out of his body forcefully.

The meowing sound lingered outside the door, watching the movement inside the house.

The guardian spirit kept silent, quietly retracting its wings and watching all this happen, so Bancy knew that this was a necessary process. What he heard was not a real cat meowing, but some kind of existence that wanted to communicate with him and was calling him Go to another level that □□ cannot reach.

But this is not in his hometown, and his permission application has not yet been approved. Responding to the call and a series of related operations involve complicated jurisdictional issues. It stands to reason that he should pretend that he did not hear the call at this time to avoid possible follow-up. Trouble arises.

But it will meow...

It must be a cat.

Given that cats hate Rothbart, this is the first time Bancy has been called by a being in cat form, and possibly the only time he has been called by a being in cat form.

Amidst the soft meowing, Bancy sank into the darkness without any resistance.

He felt his consciousness being pulled out, floating out of the room.He tried to reach out, and his fingertips touched the slippery and sticky fur. When he concentrated on staring at a point in the darkness, a shaking and broken picture began to flash.

The suffocated and bruised face, the bloody cat, and the glasses that fell to the ground reflected a face with fuzzy features, sometimes fanatical and ferocious, sometimes dull and dull.

The previous death in this house was repeated in front of him over and over again, but he couldn't see the appearance of the murderer.

The landlord complained trivially about being unlucky and dirty, and the corpse with not much left quickly ended the case as suicide.

Fragments of death flow from the past to the future, violent and angry breaths rampage.

In the empty and dead room, the cat leaped down the window sill and stared quietly.

Meow--

The ending of the cat sounded sharp as a knife, piercing into Bancy's consciousness.

This is obviously an existence that has not been born for a long time. It doesn't know the correct way of communication, and it will only roughly pour unfocused and broken information into him.The cat meowed terribly, and the sound made people have a splitting headache.

Bancy knew he had to wake up, or he would never wake up again.

He took a deep breath, imagining a bright and clean light flowing from the top of his head in the darkness, forming an equilateral pentagram in his body.

This is the most basic energy balance ritual, and the pentagram itself is a symbol of "humanity", "stability" and "balance".Beginners need the assistance of altars and spells to perform rituals, and after proficiency, they only need a flash of imagery, and the energy can flow smoothly.

On top of the pentagram is a bright hexagram—a symbol of divinity—and Bancy lights up his own hexagram, seeing that the "door" above his head is wide open, and the breath of death flows out from the other side of the "door".

To shut up.

Bancy made a sound with consciousness, and closed the open "door" forcefully.

The meowing stopped abruptly, and the first contact brought back the wandering consciousness.

Bancy sat up from the sofa, taking a big breath of fresh air.The best state when being called depends on the skill of the caller. If the skill is good, it will only be like a dream. But for a novice like this time, after waking up, it feels like being run over by a car three or five times It's also beyond words.

But since it's the cat calling him, a little fluffy problem doesn't hurt.

Who can blame a cat for making mistakes.

Bancy sat quietly and took a deep breath, recording the death fragments he saw just now. Those fragments from another level are like ripples on the water, and they will be forgotten soon if they are not recorded.

He could roughly guess the purpose of being called. In fact, [-]% of the wizards who were called in the haunted house were called to be detectives.

Find out the truth, find the murderer, and call your existence to solve the follow-up by itself.

But still the same sentence, this is not his hometown. Participating in the mysterious incidents in the local area involves complicated jurisdictional issues, which can easily be interpreted by Huaguo as cross-line operations and set fire to himself.

The bathroom mirror reflected his pale face, the gray-green in his eyes too dim to see the highlights.

The mirror also reflected the shadow of the cat behind him. The shadow of the tree outside the window and the light from the street lamp were put together on the window. The focused light was like the cat's eyes, looking at Bancy through the mirror.

All existences driven by death and hatred are extremely stubborn.

"Okay, okay, I see." Bancy sighed.

Since it was a cat, he seemed to have no other choice.

The bath ball that Bancy threw into the bathtub casually melted into rich and thick bubbles. He gathered a handful and squeezed it into a rough shape to open the passage for the cat to enter.

"Let me rest for the night first, how about tomorrow?" Bancy discussed with the cat in a gentle voice, touching from the cat ears made out of Bubbles to the tip of the tail made out of Bubbles.

The fluffy and white Bubble Cat sprayed his face with sea salt and rose-flavored foam, and jumped out of the bathtub in disgust to lick his body, silently protesting Bancy's rudeness of shutting his mouth up just now.

Bancy wiped off the foam on his face, and continued to try to reason with the cat patiently: "The information you can show me is too trivial. I need to sort out the information before I know what to do. I will deal with this matter tomorrow, I promise .”

The cat tilted its head as if thinking, and the tip of its tail flicked from side to side.

Bansy couldn't help but stare at the tip of the cat's delicate tail, and it took a little effort to suppress the urge to reach out and stroke it again.

After a while, the cat reluctantly agreed to his request and gave Bansy a one-night buffer time.Bansy took advantage of this time to say hello to the management center. It was impossible to submit the required materials for approval in one night, but if he said it in advance, he could not be regarded as a prelude.

Fortunately, there were people on duty in the management center at midnight, and Bansy didn't go to bed until early in the morning after arguing with them.

At daybreak, the cat pressed heavily on Bancy's chest as soon as the sun came out, and patted small paw prints on Bancy's face left and right.

Its daybreak!work!

The sound of the cat urged the sleepy-eyed Banshee to crawl into the bed, and his tail flapped and splattered small bubbles.

In the morning sun, the tiny bubbles are colorful, and the room is filled with the rich and fragrant aroma of roses.

Bansy couldn't help but let the cat rest on his chest for a few more seconds before he reluctantly drove the cat off.

If he didn't rush down, he would really be suffocated. Looking at the light and fluffy Bubble Cat, the weight was really heavy.

Feed the stray cats yesterday, and today there is another cat crushing bed. Bancy can't help but fantasize that the day he has a cat is just around the corner.

Or...Since Paobao Mao has a deep connection with this house, if he buys this house, can he be regarded as having a cat in disguise?

In this regard, his guardian spirit made a sound that you might not be thinking of peach, but Banxi Quan pretended not to hear it, thinking about this serious proposition while washing his face and brushing his teeth.

Bubble Cat sits on the sink to supervise Bancy's morning washing work, and like all cats, his attention is attracted by the round and shiny new gadgets.

——There are two sapphires soaked in water in the glass on the sink. The smooth polished gemstones emit a lustrous light in the water, which attracts the cat to lean over and sniff, and want to claw into the glass.

"This won't work." Bancy put the cup on the cabinet, causing the cat to grunt twice in dissatisfaction.

Bansy had no choice but to coax a few more words, speeding up the cleaning work in the morning.Afterwards, he sorted out the information he had about the house and devoted himself to the task the cat gave him.

Altars, candles, ceremonial swords, a plain wooden bowl, and a scale that looked somewhat aged.

"I originally wanted to call this spell Moody Blues." Bancy lit the candle on the altar, regretting to find that the cat, like the old antiques of the Wizarding Council, could not understand his tricky heart.

In addition, it is obviously his own creation of the spell, but he can't decide the name himself. The old antique who can't keep up with the times deserves to be cursed by the real names of young wizards every year.

Bancy sighed as he thought about the names of his rejected spells, picked up the ritual sword on the central altar, and cleared his mind of distracting thoughts.

"I hold the sword in my left hand and the cup in my right."

The sword and the cup are two important elements in the shaman's ritual. The sword symbolizes the restraint and stability of energy, and the cup symbolizes the containment and liberation of energy. The two are like positive and negative poles that counteract each other to achieve the stability of the energy field in the ceremony.

Banxi faces the east, and all rituals start from the east, lighting the six-pointed star, opening the "door", and letting the wind from the other side blow through every corner of the room.

Then turn clockwise to the north - symbolizing the direction of the past.

"I call the past to wake up, and through the unbalanced scales, show me justice."

The essence of justice in the mystical sense is the balance of energy, and all so-called retribution of good and evil is the process of restoring energy balance, so many gods related to justice in legends hold weighing scales in their hands.

The shadows of trees and buildings outside the house followed the sunlight into the house, completely covering the altar in shadow.The house, which Bancy had cleaned spotlessly, suddenly became dark and gloomy, with a depressing and decaying chill.

The balance wobbled on the altar, and finally fell to one side.

The existence of the cat symbolizes the imbalance of justice here, where the energy forms a distorted vortex, silently telling the past.

"I call yesterday, reappear here."

Bancy blew out the candles on the altar, and the power flowing from the "door" was transmitted through his exhalation. The smoke from the extinguished candles diffused in the room, and the sunlight refracted, covering the room with a layer of tulle-like illusion.

——The man in front of the room hung his head and remained motionless. A pure white cat was circling beside him, pressing its head against his hand, squawking coquettishly.

But no matter how it snores, it won't get any response.

The man sitting on the ground gave off a rotten stench, and buzzing flies landed on his pale skin.

He is dead.