I survive in a high-risk world by writing essays

When I finished the revision, the editor of Zhongxiang also finished walking the general and came back.

I handed over the edited sample to Editor Nakago, who showed a relieved expression, "Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Kuroshio, then I will go back first. It will be released in June or July."

"Okay." I nodded to show I understand.

I don't pay much attention to the novels that have been written, and I usually leave them to the editor for processing.

Editor Nakago left.

The general, who had been out for almost two hours, looked a little excited. When he came back, he rolled on the blanket in the entrance, shaking off the grass leaves and dirt on his body, and then ran to to his den.

Grass and dirt... probably went to the garden path I usually take it to, and probably flopped around in the bushes.

I watched the general run into and out of its den, and was about to go over to clean up the remaining grass blades on this silly dog, when the general suddenly raised his head and barked at me a few times.

...why is the sound wrong?

The general's normal bark was clearer and louder, but now it sounded like something was stuck in its throat.

Could it be that he ate something indiscriminately while sneaking outside?

This guy is very smart, and he might not be able to find out if he secretly picks up things on the side of the road.

With a solemn expression, I knelt down and pressed the dog's head, and opened the general's mouth.

"Ow!"

The general didn't cooperate at all, shaking his head and shaking his head.

"Don't move, open your mouth." It wasn't until I said sternly that the general came down cowardly and obediently. I opened its teeth and took a photo with the flashlight.

I can't see anything like this, but the general's saliva got on my hands.

Could it be stuck in the lower throat?

I was a little uncertain, so I followed the method taught by the veterinarian to get out the foreign object stuck in the dog's throat, put the general's head down, and patted his back with my hand to see if the general could cough up the foreign object on his own initiative.

If not, take it to the vet.

"Woof—"

Fortunately, after about ten shots, the general moved uneasily, with a gurgling sound in his throat, and opened his mouth wide to cough out something. I glanced in the direction of the cough, wanting to see this uneasy person. What did the guy eat outside and it turned out...

Nothing at all?

There was only the general's own saliva there.

... Cough lonely?

But looking at the general's performance just now, he really coughed up something, how could there be nothing?

I frowned, realizing that something was wrong.

As soon as I let go of my hand, the general raised his claws, as if holding something, and lay down to bite with his mouth. I quickly squeezed the general's mouth, and my eyes fell on the general's hand that seemed to be pressing. On the claws of something.

There is indeed something.

It's something I can't see.

Curse?

This is the first thing that comes to my mind.

After this came to my mind, of course I wanted to verify it, but before that, I sternly called out the general.

Then I marked the area, found a slender pole, and carefully opened the distance to sweep and poke there.

Sweeping around that circle didn't feel like I touched anything. I gradually narrowed the range, and the slender pole finally felt the touch of something.

Soft and a little elastic.

ah this...

I stared at the clearing and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

So it must be the curse of that, right?

Even I didn't expect that this stupid dog, the general, came back with a curse after going out for a walk. I didn't look at it. Did this hapless dog swallow everything in his stomach?

——Then the question is, what should we do now?

Although this unknown curse has not made any movement so far, it seems to be dead, but it is impossible to determine whether this curse is dangerous or not based on this alone, regardless of whether it will cause any harm... I have not yet Such a big heart.

So... try contacting a professional?I still keep the contact information that Mr. Yidizhi gave me before.

Thinking of this, I retracted the thin rod a little and put it down, took out the phone, and searched for the saved number.

There it was again, that feeling of being watched.

I was about to dial out the phone, and looked up.

As expected, nothing was found.

This feeling of being blinded made me a little impatient and irritable. I hate this feeling of hanging and waiting for the boots to fall.

I meditated, and my fingers stayed on the dial key for a while without falling.

Although the danger of the curse brought back by the general is unknown, from another point of view, maybe taking a little risk will yield far more rewards than it is worth?After all, apart from this, it would be very difficult for me to have the opportunity to come into such close contact with a physical curse.

Well, I also know that this kind of daring behavior is probably the first to die in horror stories.

But I would rather be a ghost than die without knowing why.

Thinking about the good, maybe what the general picked up was a cursed corpse, and that would make a lot of money.

It was this difference of thought that made me put away my phone and give up making calls. I found a more suitable tool, and carefully narrowed the distance from that invisible curse bit by bit.

Until I squatted in front of the pool of water stains, the thing I expected, "the curse of pretending to be dead suddenly violently attacking" did not happen.

"...Is it really dead?" I poked thoughtfully at the unknown curse that was limp and QQ bouncing, and thought about whether anyone I knew worked in a laboratory.

But first, I still have to see what kind of curse it is, so I can rest assured.

So I went to bring a glass of water first, and tried to pour the water on it, trying to see if I could make the curse manifest in this way.

The water flowed down, outlining a vague long outline.

This, this shape?

But the water flowed too fast, and soon gathered on the floor into a puddle, with no shape to be seen.

But judging from this phenomenon, are all curses real?Can be touched?Does ordinary physical attack also have an effect on them?

I just don't know if it's just a case or there are other factors.

Now that there is an entity, it will be much easier to handle. Next, I just need to find something to make it into a state that I can see.

The first thing I thought of was flour. After all, many film and television dramas use flour, dyed water, etc. to make invisible people visible, but unfortunately, I don’t have flour at home.

No paint either.

So...

I thought about it, found some waste paper, soaked it in water, and pasted the wet paper one by one.

In this way, the soaked paper is completely attached to the body of the curse, revealing the shape and realizing the 'visibility of the invisible'.

"It's a bug..."

I still cautiously kept a certain distance from the motionless and suspected dead curse, looked at it carefully, and took out my phone to take a few photos from various angles

Compared to the curse with fluttering mouthparts and the curse that looked like a reef, this curse that looks like an enlarged version of a caterpillar and a silkworm baby, with a head that looks a bit like a wrinkled baby, feels less dangerous. .

Because I was thinking about various things, I temporarily relaxed my control over the general.The general probably saw that I hadn't moved for a long time, thinking that the martial law was over, he stretched out his claws tentatively.

At that time, I didn't pay attention to the general's small movements until the general swooped down on the bug's curse, sniffing around.

The bug-shaped curse that I thought was dead moved a few times like a convulsion, the position of the head was slightly raised, the mouth that was completely invisible before suddenly grew very large, and it squirmed and vomited something.

The moment I saw the thing vomited out by the bug curse: "!!!"

Things... suddenly became too exciting.

Because the bug curse vomited out of its mouth, it was a brain that looked fresh.

Literally, the one with many grooves in the cranial cavity.

Of course, if it was just a brain, I wouldn't be so surprised.One brain doesn't mean anything, after all, whether it's a human, a pig monkey or an orangutan, the brains of many mammals are almost the same.

But the problem is, because I had a novel that involved a little bit of knowledge in this area, I went to understand the relevant knowledge for the sake of rigor, and I also found someone who is specialized in this area, and I identified it one-to-one against the model. The human brain and the animal brain.

So I recognized this brain flower at a glance, it was a human brain.

hiss.

"Oops, this is a big problem..." I stared at the man's head and muttered to myself.

The bug curse is fine, but even I, an ordinary person, can see this brain directly with my naked eyes. If someone finds out, I can't explain it clearly.

Put it in a black plastic bag and take it out and throw it away?No, no, the risk of being exposed like this is also very high. It is very likely that someone will find out during garbage sorting, and then follow the vines to me based on the monitoring path or something.

Unless it's boiled and mashed beyond recognition, then thrown into the water to feed the fish.

At this point I kind of regret not having a professional deal with the curse.

Under the suddenly tense atmosphere, the general didn't dare to mess around anymore, and squatted beside him quietly like a chicken, taking a vigilant look at the brain from time to time.

Just at this moment, a male voice resounded clearly in the quiet room.

[sorry for disturbance. ]

The sound appeared suddenly, and the general was so frightened that his hair exploded... To be honest, I was also a little scared, but amidst the general's high-pitched barking, I quickly calmed down and locked my eyes on the sound. where to come.

The source of the sound was the brain on the floor.

A... talking brain?