Desperate Game Cat Hunter

"Get a bitch, Yiwei. Not only can it satisfy your desires, but it might save your life someday." My tone was gentle, without any sarcasm, as if I was really stating my point of view.

The atmosphere in the air froze for a few seconds.

My hand subconsciously touched my gun, but my hand was caught halfway.

It's Al.

"Sounds like a good idea, I will remember to bring one for you next time." Al laughed and said this to me.

I think I can hear Evie's back molars clenching together in anger.Of course, this may just be an illusion due to excessive quietness.

"Okay, everyone, it's time to sleep. Aren't you tired?" Al seemed to be trying to smooth things over.Although I don't think he needs to do that at all.

Yiwei suddenly turned his head, and stepped hard on the chest of the woman lying on the ground, as if he wanted to step that foot into the woman's body.

"□□!" Yiwei said loudly, and even spat on the ground.

The woman finally let out a scream from the pain.

But Yiwei turned a deaf ear to it, bent down and grabbed the woman's clothes and dragged the woman into his room, slamming the door so loudly that it seemed to shake the roof off.

The air seemed to be shaking because of the loud noise.After the loud bang, there was silence.

Al suddenly chuckled, and then let go of the hand that was pressing me—I didn't realize it until he let go at this moment. Until just now, he was still pressing my hand and didn't let go.The back of his hand felt a little cold for a moment after leaving it.

Al raised his eyebrows and looked at me playfully, as if looking at his pet who had just been naughty, "I thought you really wanted to live, baby."

…………

I let out a sigh of relief and said calmly, "I really want to."

Al stares at me like I should say something more.But I couldn't really understand what he wanted me to say next, so I just looked back at him with a questioning expression.

Al: "You've become a cute kitten."

"Thank you." I thought it was probably a compliment, or I could only treat it as a compliment, so I expressed my thanks.

I leaned against the back of the sofa, closed my eyes, "Sorry, can I sleep for a while? I'm tired."

"Of course, it's a reward." There was an undisguised smile in Al's answer.

But I don't really want to analyze what that means.The sleepiness came for no reason, I just fell asleep on the sofa lying on my back.

I don't know exactly when it was daylight, I was alone on the couch when I woke up.Everyone else is gone.

When I realized this fact, I immediately began to suspect that I was abandoned.After all, the current me is just a waste, useless at all.

When I just woke up, my brain was a little blunt, and it took me a while to realize that I should feel panicked.

When he realized this, he suddenly felt ridiculed.Obviously, he has been trying so hard to survive.

My head hurts, and I'm in a cold sweat.But I still managed to get up, there was no difference between just staying like this and waiting to die.I still have the gun and the dagger, and even if it's just me, I need to live.

The two steps he had just taken from the sofa were a bit vain, but he lost his balance and fell to the ground within a few steps.I began to wonder if my body had come to an end.Of course, it is also possible that this is only due to long-term travel, hunger and excessive mental pressure that have caused physical wear and tear, but it is only revealed now when I am a little more comfortable.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

The moment I turned my head, I had drawn out my gun and pointed it at the door.Then I was surprised to see Al standing there.

"Yo, wake up." Facing my muzzle, there was no tension or surprise, and the tone was relaxed.

I put the gun away, then got up from the ground, "Why are you back? Did you forget something?"

Al seemed a little puzzled by what I said, and frowned slightly.This gave me a quick reaction - as if I hadn't been abandoned, maybe they were just out on patrol.

Fortunately, Al didn't intend to ask any more questions.Soon he relaxed his frowning brows and gave up studying my "strange" question.

He said, I have a little gift for you.

I froze for a moment, then turned my head to look at him, I think I must have heard something wrong.And he was still smiling freely when he met my gaze.

After a brief moment of doubt, I became uneasy.

How dangerous this man was, I don't think I'll ever forget.

"Ah, it may not be appropriate to say that I gave you a small gift, after all, it wasn't originally my thing."

He continued to explain meaninglessly, like those old TV hosts who were addicted to appetite.

"Is there an option [Don't]?" I asked.

"Huh?" Al seemed a little surprised, although I didn't know what he was surprised at, and I didn't believe he was unconscious of my defense, "It's not that there is no, but I will be sad, kitty."

He walked towards me while talking, and I watched him approach step by step.

Then he stretched out his hand to me and said with a smile, "Anyway, let's take a look first."

I hesitated and put my left hand into his outstretched hand.I was very afraid that if I stretched out my right hand, he would hold my right hand tightly, and then draw out a dagger with the other hand to cut it off--for the left hand, it doesn't matter if it is cut off.

Then he pulled me up from the ground with a little force.

Just when I stood up with his help, I suddenly heard a dog barking outside, a very immature puppy barking.

I:…………

Al looked at me and frowned.

He is insulting.After I said something like that last night.

I tried to ignore my anger, but it was difficult.

Al didn't seem to be aware of my mood at all, of course it's possible he did but he didn't care.He tried whistling out the door.After a while, I saw a small dog appearing at the door, it was probably yellow, it was so dirty that I couldn't distinguish the color.It looked in timidly with its dark eyes.

Me: "It seems that you have domesticated it, it suits you very well." After thinking about it, I added, "It suits you very well."

Al replied calmly: "I always think cats and dogs are made for each other."

"Then give it to Yiwei, he should be very happy, after all, he is always in estrus for ten thousand years! If it doesn't work, kill him and eat meat!"

"I thought I wouldn't like it, it's a male dog." Al replied in a half-humorous tone.

"Oh? That's really interesting." I really don't know where to start getting angry.This man is just...

I think the two of us should be completely out of the same thinking mode.So I chose to keep my mouth shut.

Al whistled again at the dog.And knelt down and waved to it, beckoning it to come over.

The puppy came over after some hesitation, and Al stretched out his hand to touch his head.When the dog realized his kindness, he started nuzzling his hand.

I just find this scene ironic.

Al suddenly handed me a cloth bag.It was thrown directly at me, and I subconsciously caught it.

The stickiness of the tentacles gave me a bad feeling.Then my line of sight saw that this wrapped step was stained with blood.It feels a little soft in the hand.

I suddenly felt a little suffocated, and I thought I knew what was in it.

"Dogs are the most domesticated by humans among all animals. If you feed him when he is homeless and hungry, he will remember you for the rest of his life." Al was stroking the puppy without turning his head. Explained to me back.

I opened my mouth and subconsciously wanted to ask what was in this bag.To his surprise, he found that he could not make a sound at all.I can only stare at his teasing dog with the things in my hand.

Al suddenly turned around, smiled when he met my gaze, and stood up to go out.

The puppy was immediately ready to follow him and prepare to walk with him.He looked at the puppy and suddenly smiled mockingly.Of course, this ridicule contained pity, for this little thing who didn't know who was more dangerous.

Ai Er's mocking eyes made people feel a little scared, that kind of coldness.

I suddenly called out to the puppy.My voice broke this delicate calm.Al withdrew his gaze from the puppy and looked at me.

And the puppy turned his gaze.I called out to it again, and it hesitated, looking back between me and Al.Then he looked at Al's face pitifully.

Maybe it already has someone else as its master.

I smiled.Then prepare to give up.

If it has to go into Al's pot, I don't have to stop it.Maybe I'll be able to partake of the broth, too, and I don't want the sneering dog much, per se.

Just as I turned to give up on the dog and go back to the couch, Al suddenly said, "He won't come until you use the food."

I don't understand why this person is so keen on whether I want this dog.

I turned around and threw the cloth bag at Al's feet, to be precise next to the dog - anyway, it was originally prepared by Al for it.

The puppy sniffed it with its nose, then impatiently tore open the cloth bag with its teeth, and swallowed the meat inside—human flesh.Because I saw a hand in it.

It may be that Al went out to patrol and found a new "survivor" by the way, or it may be the woman from last night.But these are not important.

I slowly moved back to the sofa.Al also walked out of the room.

The only sound left in the room was the sound of dogs tearing and swallowing pieces of meat.

I sat on the sofa in a daze.

After a long time, I suddenly felt something rub against my trousers.I looked down and found that the dog came over at some point and lay down at my feet.

Be aware of my gaze.It immediately raised its head, looked at me with a kind expression, and frantically wagged its tail to show its goodwill.

I looked at the hair around its mouth stained with bright red or dark red blood clots, and felt inexplicably sick.

I couldn't help kicking the dog away, and the dog let out a mournful bark——

"Go away! It's disgusting!"