After I died, I became a cat

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"...Then the cat hero opened his mouth, whimpered, swallowed the big devil, chewed it, and ate it without even spit out the bones.

"The princess is saved, people no longer have to accept the unreasonable orders of the big devil, they can live the life they want in peace and happiness, and the world has restored peace."

Wearing an old gray coat and black round eyes, the storyteller who finished telling the story with his eyes closed sat on a broken chair.

He was holding the sanxian in his arms, and the brush board was tied on his calf, and he played the sanxian lightly with lotus music.

The strings vibrated, and several single notes that resembled the atmosphere of a ghost movie were played.When the last syllable disappears, the storyteller stands up with a shake of his legs.

The allegro-like wooden brush board tied to his calf made a very crisp knocking sound.

"Okay, this story is over, I also want to go to the distance, friends, goodbye."

The storyteller said humanely, put away the newspapers on the floor, and there were two or three copper coins scattered on it.

Standing around the newspaper was a group of dirty children with runny noses. They had different hair colors and skinny figures. Their races were clearly different from those of East Asians on Earth. Both men and women were wearing their parents’ old shirts. The difference between a slightly respectable dress and an unseemly dress is only that the patch on the decent kid's dress is not so obvious.

As for the shoes on their feet, of course they don't have them. Their feet grow too fast at this age. Whether it is buying shoes or making shoes, it is very troublesome.

This is a slum.

The troubadours who come here to sing are either out of their minds or out of their minds.

The adults who are busy and want to live, hardly go home at this time of day, and those who have time to listen to the story are only the children who are not old enough to work and left unattended.

The adults here have no money, let alone the children.

But storytelling troubadours are still very popular, and everyone’s life is boring, even if the troubadour wears weird clothes, plays weird instruments, and tells weird stories.

"...Didn't the brave man use super powerful swordsmanship and magic to defeat the Great Demon King?"

"The ending of eating the big devil sounds strange. Uncle, I have been to the church. The pastor of the church said that only devils can eat people."

"The Cat Brave doesn't eat people. He eats the Great Demon King. The pastor of the church said that only demons can eat people. I forgot to tell you that people can eat demons too."

The storyteller was humane, polished the three copper coins that were the only harvest today with his sleeve, and put them in his pocket.

"Huh? Are demons edible?"

"For people with a special appetite, demons can certainly eat it." The storyteller said humanely, making a face.

"Also, it's better not to eat people or eat demons..."

"It's terrible!"

The storyteller laughed and patted the head of the child who said it was scary.

"Of course it's scary. A brave man who can defeat the Great Demon King is a guy more terrifying than the Great Demon King. A brave man who can defeat all the devil kings in the world is also the strongest Great Demon King."

"Brave, the brave will not be the Great Demon King!" The child retorted loudly.

"Probably so?" The storyteller, who didn't care about the child's rebuttal, said casually.

With a small amount of luggage on his back, he walked towards the road leaving the slums, plucking the sanxian strings of the lotus music in his hand.

Accompanied by the strange and cool music, he sang softly: "Meow~ Meow~ Meow..."

The children in the slums watched his back gradually go away.

After a long while, only one child moved.

"I don't think the story told by this poet sounds good."

"He's so strange, is he a mad poet?"

"Shall we go to church and eavesdrop on the pastor's singing?"

"Okay, let's go."

"Human cubs are so annoying," a voice suddenly sounded out of nowhere in the ear of the storyteller who had gone away, "Why don't you just sacrifice it to you, typewriter."

"Sacrifice?" The typewriter casually smoothed out the folds of the backpack containing the three-stringed zither, "For you and me, this level of sacrifice will only affect our mood. Compared with using this kind of sacrifice to perfuse me, How about giving me something more powerful, such as the legendary investigator who was caught the day before yesterday, can you give it to me so that I can try to revise his past and future, President?"

"..."

The president of Containment Story suddenly fell silent.

Although the typewriter has a very high star rating in the PU evaluation system, so far only the president of the entire Containment Story can compare with it, no matter where it is placed outside, it is a mystery worthy of countless people's heads. It has been established for many years, and it has long passed the rapid development period at the beginning. In a secret society where most members of the organization are relatively stable, a powerful mysterious Containment Five who will shake this interest system suddenly joins, such as the president The top management is actually not happy.

Most of the mystical containment does not need to be eaten, nor does it need to be excreted.

But this does not mean that they are stones that can live on their own without needing anything.

The mysterious contained objects must also follow the rules when using their own power, and following the rules means that they must pay the price.If you pay the price, you will be exposed, and if you are exposed, PU investigators will come after you.

Such an irresistible price payment is the sacrifice that the mysterious containment objects need.

Containment Story will provide all kinds of help to their members to avoid being caught by PU investigators when members pay the price.Although the sacrifices required for ordinary mysterious containment objects are all kinds of strange things, but with the grandeur of the multiverse, there is no shortage of resources, so as long as they are prepared in advance, there will be no problem.

The problematic ones are the high-star mysterious containments.

They involved concepts and essences, and the sacrifices they needed naturally had to be related to concepts and essences.

This kind of sacrifice is not easy to find.

The high-quality sacrifices of Containment Story, such as the legendary investigator who is almost a demigod, have been monopolized by the president for many years. In any case, it is unwilling to give its share to the typewriter.

It stands to reason that the typewriters shouldn't even know that they captured a legendary PU investigator.After all, the president has already told the other members that they must hide the typewriter together with it.

So, where did the typewriter know that?

Did any members who were dissatisfied with it in the past stand in line with the typewriter?

The president was desperately thinking about who this traitor was, and he had already left the slums, stepped into the typewriter on the city road and asked, "President, what's the matter with you suddenly looking for me?"

After being asked by it, the president remembered to be serious.

"Come back right away. The 'concept-reversed plaster figure' that went to the main universe seems to have been directly destroyed and wiped out by the PU investigators ambushing in the main universe."

"My God," the typewriter read unemotionally, "this is so sad."

"...Yes, it's so sad. In the past, the plaster head has always used its power to support us all," the president said in an eloquent voice, "We must take revenge."

"How does the president want revenge?" the typewriter asked.

"What do I want?" The president didn't expect the typewriter to ask such a question, and he was taken aback for a moment before answering, "I... I think so. The discussion in the organization makes sense recently. The one who recruited investigators to project cannon fodder The plan, the reasons given by PU are not even convincing to their own people. It is obviously a cover for another operation. Fortunately, PU's penetration into the main universe is not high, and there is not much movement there. In the latent stage, they have not yet completed the goal they wanted to achieve at the beginning. In this case, this operation to destroy PU in the main universe and find out the secret they want to hide...It will definitely be the most painful revenge for PU!"

"Yeah," the typewriter continued to read emotionlessly, "The president's thinking makes sense."

Basically including the rumors it has circulated in the organization recently, it is indeed very hard work.

"What exactly does the president plan to do with this matter?" the typewriter asked again.

"It's obviously not enough to send only one high-star star to go mysteriously. The plaster head is a lesson from the past," the president who was asked in this way fell into deep thought, "I think it is better to send a few more good players. In the early stage, it is best to do things quietly. Complementary team, wait for them to find out more specific news, and then we will suddenly come out, so as to catch PU by surprise... Well, the team in the early stage, I think the team should be led by 'Gem', its ability is very suitable It's used for investigation, and it's my trusted...cough."

Halfway through the conversation, the president suddenly shut up.

It said vigilantly, "What do you want to ask so many questions?"

The typewriter said, "I wonder if I can go."

really!The president thought.

Sure enough, the typewriter coveted the secret of PU!This is a battle between me and it to establish its upper and lower positions, and it must not be given a chance!

"Your self-protection ability is too weak," the president seemed to be persuading with conscience, "It's better to sit in the back. With you in the back, everyone in the organization will be at ease."

"...Since the president said so," the typewriter said reluctantly, "well, I hope the preliminary investigation will be successful as soon as possible, so that we can get ahead of other secret associations."

"Of course," the president, who had completely forgotten his purpose at the beginning, said happily, "Come back and have a meeting with everyone, and wait for my good news."

"Understood." The typewriter said.

The president didn't say any more, and the call was hung up with a beep.

Confirming that no one was paying attention to it, the typewriter looked up at the magnificent palace in the distance.

"...the wool can't be squeezed tightly by one," it thought, "should it be changed to another place?"

***

The main universe, the earth, a certain country, Wenhu City.

The lights in the villa dimmed.

The hearts of all the people in the hall shrank suddenly, before the most timid ones cried out, the moonlight suddenly shone into the room.

"Huh? The ceiling..."

Looking for the moonlight, the silver cockscomb head found that the ceiling of the villa was missing.

The villa, which was beautiful and warm (?) just now, suddenly turned into ruins.

"What happened?" The silver cockscomb head struggled to adapt to the dim light, "What about the human head?"

Zimao was taken aback when he heard the words, "Fifth Brother, you can say the word Rentou now."

Before, they could only use "foreign devil head" and "that" to refer to human heads.

"Successfully eliminated it this time?" The big chimpanzee said in a daze, "Although the boy's brother has become a cat, he is really a great master."

"It seems so," Zimao only felt that they were lucky this time, "Ye Weidan, your brother...huh?"

Ye Weidan was no longer where he was.

He threw himself down in front of Chen Erhuang.

"Brother, this thing this time, I really can't eat it ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

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