The Underworld Detective

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At first it was just one or two bells shaking gently, and then a large number of bells were shaking together, making a noise, this scene scared all four of us!

I noticed that the bell on the side facing the window didn't move, probably the cat didn't like the sun, so he asked Wang to vigorously pull the curtains up.

After that, I took a marker from the handbag and wrote some common characters on the edge of the table, directly above each bell. I think this way, I can probably communicate with the spirit cat, just like pen fairy and dish fairy.

However, I only wrote two words, and when I heard a thump, I turned around and saw that Wang Dali fell straight to the ground.

"Strong, what's wrong with you?"

I hurried over to check, and among those who were about to press Wang vigorously, he grabbed my wrist suddenly, with amazing strength.

Then he slowly opened his eyes. Wang Dali's eyes were black and white, just like the little girl I saw last night, and his expression was very strange and strange. The odd expression on his lips slowly grinned, and I felt a chill across his back like a current.

I desperately broke my hand, but unexpectedly Wang vigorously stumbled to the table, squatted there, and licked the back of his hand like a cat.

This scene scared us all. Wang Yuanchao pulled out his gun and pointed at Wang Dali. I reached out and pressed his gun, motioned him not to move, and watched for a while.

I called up the courage and asked, "Who are you?"

Wang ignored it, and licked his paw intently.

When I asked for the third time, he suddenly made a meow and said "Meow" suddenly, and rushed at me, and we stepped back subconsciously.

It turned out that his goal was not us, but the bag of yellow crickets I placed on the ground. Wang vigorously buried his face in the bag and ate it with a big mouthful. Huang Zhi's thorns were directly chewed and swallowed into his stomach. I was really worried about stabbing his throat.

I called him anxiously. Wang vigorously turned his head back, and there was still a yellow cricket in his mouth. The yellow cricket was still alive, still moving, and was sucked into his stomach like a noodle.

After eating, Wang vigorously squatted on the ground, licked his palm, and wiped his face, just like a cat washes his face.

I said politely, "Daxian, if you are full, can you please return?"

Suddenly Wang Dali slammed under the table and slapped ‘Fu Cai Ling Cat’ far away. The sculpture slid on the ground and grumbled. Worried that it was broken. Does it want to release his true body?

Fortunately, the material of the sculpture is relatively hard. Porcelain mixed with bone meal may not have broken.

Wang bowed vigorously, shouting ‘meowing’ in his mouth, and continued to pounce on ‘ducailingmu’.

Although the spirit cat lived in Wang Dali's body, the action method was still cat's. The cat's action method determined that he could not hold the sculpture up and down, but only pushed and pushed like a ball.

I don't know what will happen if he does this, but this sculpture is the important physical evidence of this case. How could it be destroyed like this, I called out, "Stop him!"

Wang Dali was also going to pounce on the sculpture, and Wang Yuanchao jumped on the chair and jumped at him. The two twisted together, then Wang vigorously screamed strangely, threw Wang Yuanchao aside with great strength, and then fluttered at him for a while.

Wang Yuanchao resisted with his arm for a moment, and his arm was scratched with a few **** wounds.

I took this opportunity to pick up the ‘Cross Wealth Cat’ and gave it to Huang Xiaotao, saying, “Take it back to the exhibit room!”

"So what does he do?" Huang Xiaotao said in alarm.

"It doesn't matter, let's deal with him!" I called.

After Huang Xiaotao left, Wang Dali prepared to chase her. Wang Yuanchao raised his foot and kicked a chair. Wang Dali made an unexpected movement. He actually stepped on a chair to rise into the air, rotated 360 degrees in mid-air, and landed steadily on his four feet.

God, acrobats can't do this!

Wang Yuanchao picked up another chair, roared, and wrestled with Wang vigorously.

I took the opportunity to open the curtains, and the sunlight came in in the afternoon, and Wang Dali instinctively covered his eyes with his hands, as if it was extremely painful.

With a bang, the chair in Wang Yuanchao's hand smashed on Wang Dali's back, and I said worriedly, "Uncle Wang, don't break him!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang strove vigorously and kicked Wang Yuanchao's chest, kicking him a few steps.

Wang Yuanchao opened his stance and fought with Wang Dali. Although Wang Yuanchao was extraordinary, Wang Dali rushed westward in the house, like a slippery mud cricket.

I was thinking about what the cat was afraid of, and suddenly noticed the half-bottle Erguotou placed on the table, so I shouted at Wang Yuanchao: "Give me a lighter!"

Wang Yuanchao threw the lighter over the gap between the fights. I took it in my hand and poured the Erguotou into my mouth. The spicy cavity almost made me cry. Then I turned on the lighter and spit out the liquor vigorously towards Wang. When the alcohol encountered a fire, it exploded like a huge fireball.

The king screamed vigorously and fled to the corner of the room quickly!

I took another sip of Erguotou. This small bottle was not much, so the second sip was gone. There was only a pinch of wine in my mouth, which was pure bluff.

Wang shivered sharply in the corner, raised his two "paws" to protect his face, then rolled his eyes, and fainted softly to the ground.

I was startled suddenly, Erguotou in my mouth swallowed, the hot feeling spread along the esophagus to the stomach, and I was burned for a while.

I walked over and patted Wang Dali's face. After a while, he woke up leisurely: "Yangzi, what's wrong with me?"

"You fainted," I said, and if he told the truth, he would be scared to death.

Wang Dali noticed that there was a strange smell in his mouth, and he spit it out a few times, and then took out a small fishbone from his teeth: "Strange, why is there a fishbone in my mouth, did I eat something?"

As I was thinking about what to do to persuade him, Wang Dali asked again, "Well, this room is so messy, it seems like a war has been fought."

"We just released the civet cat," I explained.

"Really? What kind of."

"It's a **** cat, and the house is roaring around, but it's tossing us to death."

I'm afraid that Wang strongly associates with himself. Fortunately, he has a simple mind and says with regret: "You don't call me up, I still want to see what this ghost cat looks like. How am I fainted, really? strange."

I poured a glass of water for Wang vigorously and let him rinse his mouth. After a while Huang Xiaotao returned, seeing that we were leveled out, and was trying to say something, I used my eyes to signal her not to speak.

Later, I heard a person who knew this industry said that my approach was very dangerous at that time, it was fortunate that Wang Dali's life was not taken in! After all, interlacing is like a mountain, and I have a good autopsy. I can't deal with such supernatural things.