After I died, I became a cat

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On the other side, the silver cockscomb head said with a gloomy expression:

"Xiao Liu hasn't come back yet."

He was sitting sprawled in a big truck, with red hair, blue hair and brown hair on one side of his body, and Li Zhimi who was tied up on the other side.Deeper in the carriage, there are golden hairs with algae growing out of their scalps, and a big man like a chimpanzee drives in front.

Not counting Li Zhimi, there are six people here, but the members of the killer gang have not yet arrived.

There are seven of them in total. The old man is naturally a big chimpanzee with well-developed muscles and a good brain. The second child has red hair, the third child has blue hair, the fourth child has golden hair, the fifth child has a silver comb head, and the sixth child has purple hair. The brown hair who was stunned by Li Zhimi's high-heeled shoes at the beginning is also the only one whose hair is so dyed that it catches the eyes.

At this moment, the brown-haired head was wrapped with a thick bandage, and he glared at Li Zhimi in the corner.

He did seem to be the youngest one, with a particularly immature face. He followed the brothers and was knocked out without making any achievements. Naturally, he hated Li Zhimi very much.Li Zhimi didn't have the spare energy to turn hostility into friendship with him, even though he was awake, he still didn't say a word as if in a coma.

The big guy in women's clothing glanced at the depths of the car from the corner of his eye.

Turned into a golden retriever led by seaweed, staying there quietly alone.

The truck was driving, the sound of the engine, the sound of the tires rubbing against the ground, the sound of the strong wind blowing through the crack of the door, all kinds of voices sang loudly and sang an unknown duet.However, as long as he saw the clump of seaweed hanging from the top of the golden retriever's head, and saw the dark red color of the seaweed strips, these voices would recede from Li Zhimi's ears, as if he had entered another world.

Another very scary, chilling, crazy world.

All he could hear was—

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Viscous liquid dripped from the dark green seaweed strips onto the floor of the carriage.

A few puddles had accumulated on the ground of the carriage at some point, and the milky white and yellowish liquid exuded an unpleasant stench, which could be smelled even if the nostrils were blocked.

In order to avoid the stench, even the silver cockscomb head who forcibly sat with the seaweed at first had to sit farther away with the others.But the farthest distance is only three or four meters. After all, the carriage is so big, and the rear door cannot be opened for ventilation.

At this moment, in this place, the living environment of everyone is extremely harsh.

But sitting in the stinkiest, most afflicted seaweed took the lead and didn't react to it in the slightest.

Whether the silver cockscomb head covered his nose and wanted to sit beside him, or the silver cockscomb head escaped from the heavy smell, he sat there, like a zombie that had been buried in the ground for a thousand years.

But Li Zhimi remembered that when this guy kicked his phone away last night, he was still bluffing like a primary school student going out for a spring outing.

In the back of the truck, everyone else felt that they were wearing too little clothes today.

As if to enliven the atmosphere, the silver cockscomb head stood up and said: "Xiao Liu must be going to get something? Normally, he should be on his way back at this time. Xiao Liu is very smart. After finding out that the police are surrounded there, he must Will call us, why haven't you heard the phone ring?"

"...Yes, yes, do you want to call Xiaoliu?" Hongmao said tremblingly.

"...Xiao Liu said that it's best not to call him while he's out to get things. Did he say so?" The blue-haired little daughter-in-law hugged her shoulders, relying on her own shaking to provide heat.

"But he didn't say what to do if he hasn't contacted us all this time," the silver cockscomb clapped his fists, annoyed, "If he goes back and gets caught by the police, he doesn't know that we've moved..."

"Xiao Liu is so smart! How could it be!" Hongmao said hastily.

"That's right, that's right." Lan Mao followed closely behind.

At this time, Zongmao finally stopped staring at Li Zhimi, and suggested, "Send a message to Liu'er."

"Send the message in case he doesn't see it!" The silver cockscomb head, red hair, and blue hair said in unison.

This time the voices of the three of them were a little louder, but unlike before when they yelled casually without fearing that the police would hear them, after they yelled out this time, the silver cockscomb head, the red hair, the blue hair, and the brown hair who didn't yell out, and Li Zhimi who didn't say anything, all appeared together. A Jiling looked into the depths of the carriage, where the seaweed took the lead.

He is like a dead thing.

But its terrifying sense of existence cannot make people treat him with the attitude of a dead thing.

A single dust fall is enough to cause an earthquake.

"Hey... Hey, little eight," said the silver cockscomb who had recovered his breath after a while, "what's going on with little four? Ask the boss and the boss won't tell."

"What else can I do?" Brown Mao covered his aching head, and glared at Li Zhimi again, "You know, we are going to see 'that'."

"..." Li Zhimi.

No, I really don't know anything.

"The little ghost was given to us by 'that', and of course we have to go to 'that' if he retaliated. 'That' said it was nothing serious, so the boss asked the fourth brother if the injury on his head was not serious, and if he could heal him."

"Well," the three shamats who were watching - plus Li Zhimi - nodded, and the silver cockscomb asked again, "And then?"

"...Then," the brown hair stammered, "then 'that' planted a head of seaweed on the fourth brother's head, saying that the seaweed belt is much more useful than our hair, and this will do..."

"kind?"

"kind?"

"It was planted?!!"

"Before I planted it, my fourth brother was in a coma because of the backlash. After I planted it, my fourth brother did wake up. Okay, so we are relieved. At that time, the seaweed strips were not so long, and they were about the same as a girl with short hair. , and then our way back was long and slow..."

"Did Xiaosi talk after waking up?" Silver Cockscomb asked.

"Huh?" Brown hair was taken aback, his eyes rolled upwards, and he fell into memory, "Well, it seems, it doesn't seem to be, probably because he hates this hairstyle. Didn't he always show off his golden hair before, I think it should be..."

"do not talk!"

The words behind the brown hair are interrupted by the silver cockscomb head.

The red hair and the blue hair were about to agree with the brown hair, saying that it must be a hairstyle problem so they didn't speak. Hearing this low growl, they turned their heads in a panic and looked at the seaweed in the depths of the car.

Seaweed took the lead and did not respond.

They breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't know why they were relieved. The seven brothers were like a family, and they had never been so careful when getting along.

The red and blue fur turned back and complained to the silver comb head:

"Xiao Wu, don't be so loud."

"Yes, yes."

The silver cockscomb head was stiff and did not speak.

"'That' said no problem, there shouldn't be any problem..." The red hair, blue hair and brown hair summed up the topic just now with these words, and they discussed again whether to contact Xiao Liu or not in an evasive way.Only the silver cockscomb head, which has been making noise all the time, didn't get involved. Judging by his expression, it seemed that he was struggling to turn his brain, which he had given up a long time ago.

"Hey," he suddenly whispered to Li Zhimi, "Have you heard of this magic of planting seaweed on people's heads?"

"God knows if there are some people who can do this in the myths... Gods or monsters," Li Zhimi said, the corner of her eyes still couldn't leave the seaweed leading the way, watching vaguely. I've heard that there are no druid spells."

This kind of unnatural transformation is what the Sons of Oak hate the most.

After Li Zhimi finished speaking, she paused, and then said: "Do you think that person has already..."

"To shut up."

"The two policemen just now..."

"To shut up!"

Covering his face with his silver cockscomb head, "Little Si, he, Xiao Si doesn't have the guts to confront the police head-on. We've always used little ghosts to distract others. We haven't killed anyone!"

"...every Chinese should read the criminal law, otherwise they will think that as long as they don't kill people, they will be fine." Li Zhimi said suddenly.

"What?"

"Can you tell me, why did you hold that 'Whitehead's Black Forest Festival'?" Li Zhimi changed the subject and asked again.

The emotional state of the silver cockscomb head is obviously abnormal, and Li Zhimi's hardened voice just makes him want to talk about it.

"I, we just want to make money," the silver cockscomb head said, "Boss, you shouldn't be able to see it now. Boss had his leg broken at the construction site last week. The beating person was unwilling to pay for the medical expenses. The construction site It is said that he had a conflict with others, and he is not willing to pay for it. What will the boss do when he is crippled? Although we are all willing to pay to support him, we actually don’t have much money, and we can’t even make up for medical expenses... "

"So what did you do?"

"In the mountains outside our hometown, the old man keeps saying that there is a big tomb."

Li Zhimi raised an eyebrow suddenly.

"When we went back, we didn't find the big tomb. We only found a cave where we'll go to play in an hour. We searched in the cave, but at first we didn't find anything, and then we found the head of a foreign devil..."

Li Zhimi frowned. Tomb robbers can dig up many strange things, but what is the "foreign devil's head"?

The head of a person who has been dead for a long time should not be recognized as the head of a foreign devil?The head that just died... a week ago, a foreigner disappeared in China, there should be news on the Internet, right?

The silver cockscomb head didn't pay attention to his thoughtful expression, and said quickly: "That head is alive, I don't know if you will believe it, but he is indeed alive. The head said that he can help us cure the boss Legs, even give us some benefits, but we have to do something for him, that is..."

"Just hold a 'Whitehead's Black Forest Festival' for him?"

Li Zhimi answered, "The little devil is doing you a favour?"

"Didn't you say that our kid can tell it's not our own at a glance?" Silver Cockscomb was angry.

"Hmm." Li Zhimi pondered.

This is a standard anti-routine adventure story, and it looks old-fashioned in online articles. If the general routine is who the character gets good things from, this old-fashioned anti-routine is who the character gets. The bad stuff of the good stuff.

There are very few people who can't help doing evil after getting something like a little ghost, plus those seaweeds planted on the golden retriever's head, and the golden retriever's strange quiet state... If the foreign devil's head mentioned by the silver cockscomb head really exists , then the head of this foreign devil must have bad intentions.

"Did he use something else to control you?" Li Zhimi asked.

"Let us make an oath...Anyway, it's enough to run the festival well anyway?"

"You guys, do you really know what this festival is going to do?" Li Zhimi asked.

Before he finished speaking, the car stopped suddenly.

Li Zhimi immediately shut up, and so did the others.

They vaguely heard someone talking outside.

A young voice called out, "Thank you."

"It's Xiaoliu!" The people in the carriage shouted happily.

"Thank you, you helped me too," said another equally young voice, "By the way, you must help me keep an eye on the cat in the photo! Call me if you see it!"

"Okay." The man named Xiao Liu said.

Then the other person seemed to say goodbye and left.

In the carriage, Li Zhimi showed a puzzled look.

Did he hear the voice talking to Xiao Liu not long ago?

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bad stomach ache……