After I died, I became a cat

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"...She said that even if she was sick, she would continue to participate."

"...The actress is really dedicated."

"...Really dedicated +1, so this road won't work? What should I do now? Find another person to make him sick too?"

"Wouldn't it be suspicious if two people caught a cold in a row?"

"At most, I will only suspect that some kind of flu has appeared recently. How could I think there is a cat ghost."

"But, that, the prisoner we want to arrest will think of it?"

In the team channel, news popped up from the bottom one after another. Chen Erhuang occasionally glanced at the discussion between Ye Weidan and Li Zhimi, and lowered his head to pick up the blood bag.

There are ten consecutive free lottery draws every day, and you can basically get medium-sized and small blood packs. It can be said that it is one of the benefits that PU gives to investigators, and it is much more useful than a one-star mystery.

The requirement for the use of the blood pack is to slap on the torso or head of the body. If the first aid check is successful, the life value can be increased by a little.

But Chen Erhuang thinks that PU company should add a sentence in the introduction:

The above methods are restricted to investigators with humanoid or dexterous fingers/tentacles.

Cat investigators need to add penalty dice for first aid. With the lessons learned from last time, Chen Erhuang decided to try a new method this time.

He picked up the fudge-sized blood pack and swallowed it.

[First aid check, inflexible fingers add a penalty die, 2D100=3, 90, normal failure]

Missed out on a big hit.

Chen Erhuang: "I'll go to your mother."

The customer service 099856 quickly comforted him.

[Dear, dear, calm down. 】

"Shut up," Chen Erhuang said, "I'm even angrier when I hear your voice."

"..."

The very aggrieved 099856 shut up.

And Chen Erhuang opened the backpack in the system panel, counted it, and found that because he always had to add a penalty die for the first aid check, he only had the last one left in his small blood bag.

Emmmm.

"I'm going to sue you PU for discriminating against non-humanoid investigators." Chen Erhuang said.

It seems that you can't rely on yourself for first aid in the future... It is said that Adan is lucky every time he checks?

Chen Erhuang glanced at the team channel again, and found that the two had already started discussing how to get on the line with the local gang through coercion and lure, and forcibly snatched a ticket to get on the train.

In order to prevent them from going astray, Chen Erhuang had no choice but to say, "Wait for me, plan A hasn't failed yet."

"Isn't the actress determined to go into battle with illness?" Ye Weidan complained, "I really hope that I can learn from some celebrities and learn from this actress."

"Brother Cat, are you going to get sick again?" Li Zhimi also persuaded gently, "Your life is empty, and you will fall into a near-death state after a few more times, or not?"

"What are you talking about?" Chen Erhuang said with a twitching corner of his mouth. "Is it possible that the queen of the actress can decide on the issue of whether to go to the battle or not if she is sick?"

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Whether or not she can go into battle with an illness, the actress cannot decide.

At three o'clock in the morning, the bald planner of the Orient's first departure event hadn't closed his eyes for half an hour before he was woken up from the bed by a phone call from his subordinate.

"...Jennifer? Well, well, I know she suddenly caught a cold. Didn't she say that she can insist on attending tomorrow morning's event?"

In the recent period, the bald mastermind, who hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, had a pale face and staring eyes.He put his mobile phone on the pillow next to his ear, intending to directly solve the subordinate's problem on the bed, but when he heard the next sentence, he sat up abruptly.

"What? He had a fever of 39 degrees, passed out, and was rushed to the hospital?"

The bald planner woke up now, jumped up from the bed, quickly put on his shirt, pants and suit, and asked his subordinates at the same time: "Which hospital? Have you contacted the backup candidate? What? Did you see the paparazzi? Oh shit!"

After hastily wiping his face with a towel and bemoaning his receding hairline for a second, the bald planner rushed out of the house and hit the road.

More than half an hour after he was almost chased by the traffic police, the bald mastermind arrived at the hospital.

He saw a actress who was on an IV drip and whose face was even grayer than his.

"...Can't you wake up in the morning? Oh my god—oh no, Annie, Annie, it's okay, it's not your fault and Jennifer's, I know, it's probably the wind blowing on the way from the airport to the hotel, who cares about this kind of thing?" It's not like what I saw, please let us Blue Ored pay for the medical expenses. Creek is coming soon? I don't have time to see him for now, um, yes, please rest well first, don't worry about cooperating, it will be fine next time."

The bald planner exited the ward with a sad face and closed the door.

Next to him, at the door of the ward, stood one, two, three, four of his subordinates.

The sad expression on the face of the bald planner became more real. He took three deep breaths and was about to growl when one of his subordinates suddenly took a step to the left and pointed to a poster on the wall.

"Into theward, please be quiet"

enter the ward, please be quiet

The bald mastermind could only swallow the growl.

When he took the elevator into the parking lot with someone, the growl he swallowed spewed out.

"Shit! Shit! What time, what time! God, John, what's Williams saying?"

"His agent said that the filming schedule for the new movie is very tight..."

"Fuck it, just don't deal with Bao'er. Where's our global queen?"

"Donna has time, but she is on vacation across the planet, and it will take eighteen hours even by plane..."

One, two, three, four subordinates trembled like hamsters, and the bald planner asked all the entertainers and stars in the same class as Jennifer Duncan in the world, and found that these people seemed to have become extremely busy overnight, or there were Time but more than enough reason to shirk.

"...Has the news that Jennifer is sick and has to quit has spread? The speed of these reporters, forget it, go back to the hotel first..."

He said.

As if the subordinates were about to receive an amnesty, a young man ran quickly and drove the car over.

On the way back to the Blue Hotel, many people called the bald planner's mobile phone one by one.

"...Yes, let's wait for Jennifer to disclose the news..."

"...Want to participate in the first departure event? Ahaha, Miss Shirley Nelson, right? It doesn't matter if I choose it alone..."

"...Boss, the candidate has been submitted to you, let's talk when we come back? I'm on my way, and—— 10 minutes, um, I'll be there in 10 minutes."

The bald mastermind hangs up his boss, and the phone finally goes silent.

He sighed deeply, wanting to take advantage of this gap to take a break, but his brain refused to stop.

Who should I ask to replace Jennifer?

Ding dong.

The phone screen lit up again, and it was a news that was pushed to him.

[Kalka Morning News: In the late-night robbery and murder in Fort Kalka, it was the one that successfully rescued the hostages in the end? 】

There was a picture in the push, and the bald planner glanced at it, but his mind was muddled and he didn't see it at all.

The screen went dark again, and they arrived at the hotel.

The bald planner came to the boss's office with a stack of materials, and saw that although the boss also stayed up all night, he looked energetic, his hair was black and shiny, and he was prosperous. He couldn't help being deeply envious.

When he was distracted, the boss finished reading all the candidate materials, frowned for a long time, and the cigar between his fingers had naturally extinguished.

After a while, the boss spoke.

"These candidates are very average."

"I can't help the boss, the situation is urgent, only these people are left." The bald planner said.

The boss shook his head.

"We can invite someone with a lower status than Jennifer, but the media will definitely grab the discussion. My dear, I'm glad there is heat, but the Blue Oride Group doesn't need this kind of discussion that will distract the heat from the Orient."

If the discussion continues in the direction of who replaces whom, it will be a set of star fans fighting, and there will be no such thing as the Euryd's trip around the inner sea civilization.

The bald planner felt that his hairline with only one circle left was going to move back again, and asked frightenedly, "Boss, you mean...?"

"We need a gimmick," the boss shook off the ashes, relit his cigar, and took a sip, "a gimmick that can overshadow Jennifer Duncan's sudden illness and set their sights on the Oryd, you understand?" ?”

The bald planner knew that his hairline with only one circle left was indeed going to move back, but he could only nod his head and said, "Understood."

Then he turned around, pushed the door open, and left this painful office.

The bald planner returned to his department's office.

At this moment, it is already six o'clock in the morning.

There are still three hours before the ceremony for the first departure of the Oryd.

Even if there was a slight delay, there would only be an extra hour. After the preparation time was removed, they would have at most two and a half hours to think about this gimmick.

Is the request from the boss not good?Of course good.

But what kind of gimmick is going to be done, can't it be brought up together?

They can only bully employees like them... Fortunately, the bald planner is also the management.

“We needed a stunt to make up for Jennifer’s departure,” he told a rush of men and women working overtime in the office, and seeing these young men with thick hair lamenting made him feel a little better.

There was a brainstorm in the event planning office, and a bad idea was put forward, which was rejected by the bald planner.

It was already past seven o'clock in the morning when everyone showed a painful expression about to go into shock.

Jennifer's agent called to make an appointment to announce the news of Jennifer's illness, and the bald planner asked him to wait.

Then another call came into his cell phone.

"What? Miss Nelson, it's like this, our group thinks you are not suitable for us-what, you have already arrived at the hotel...to the door of my office?"

"Yes." Li Zhimi said softly into the phone.

Ye Weidan on the side had a heavy expression, and he pushed open the door in front of him, carrying a big bag and a small bag.

At the same time, Li Zhimi clicked on "Charm".

[Charm check, 1D100=49, normal success]

[Challenge confrontation with more than ten people, please check the [link] for specific results]

Gorgeous![-]th-line star Shirley Li Zhimi Nelson and hype chef Donald Yeweidan Giovanna join hands!Both of them had put on their makeup and changed their clothes.Ye Weidan, with a belly where he couldn't see his feet, laughed with the zombie-like people in the office, while Shirley Nelson came to the bald planner like walking on the runway, and greeted him.

"Hello, Mr. Cole. I'm Shirley Nelson."

When she spoke, her breath was like orchid, and the fragrance was blowing, but the bald mastermind had a very bad complexion.

"Miss Nelson," he said, "I told you on the phone just now, you are fine, but it doesn't fit our group's positioning for this event... How did you get in? We are working ,very busy."

"Hey?"

Shirley Nelson looked surprised.

Her pretty green eyes widened slowly, and it took a moment for her apologetic expression, so sincere, that it looked a little silly.

Kind of goofy, but she's really pretty at the moment.

A foolish and naive beauty, all too common, the bald planner thought to himself, not realizing he wasn't so angry anymore.

"I'm sorry to bother you," Shirley Nelson looked very depressed, she lowered her head and said, "I'm leaving now..."

"Meow!"

There was a meow, and the bald planner was startled when he saw a black cat jump out of Shirley's fat assistant's bag.

"Oh, Sheriff!" the fat assistant yelled, and gave chase.

For some reason, the bald planner thought this little black cat looked familiar.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Shirley Nelson apologized to him again and again, "I wanted to put it in the hotel, but this little guy must follow me."

"Huh...?" The bald planner let out a meaningless monotone.

Shirley laughed again, and said to him: "You probably don't know that I was robbed by a group of thugs when I arrived at Fort Kalka last night. They not only robbed me, but also wanted to arrest me. Fortunately, this cute and brave little The cat showed up and scratched the thugs in the dark and scared them so I could escape."

"Oh!" The bald planner remembered the news.

Shirley observed him carefully, afraid that he would get angry, and said, "It was injured, poor little guy, that's why it's a little scared now. It didn't come out on purpose...Mr. Cole?"

The stupid and naive woman gave a suspicious cry.

She felt the bald planner's mind wandering, but she didn't notice that the bald planner's eyes were fixed on the especially beautiful little black cat, as if emitting a green light.

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The author has something to say:

human charm

and cat charm