Keep a vampire as a pet!

Chapter 16: The Black Cat is Dead

As Cynthia was about to resist opening the door, she suddenly realized that the words on the wall were disappearing little by little.

Cynthia rubbed her eyes and tried to stare.

The words were really disappearing, she wasn't mistaken!

It was as if the bright red words were being erased by an invisible eraser, one stroke after another disappeared, and in the end, only the bare wall remained, as if those three lines just now had never appeared.

And just then, the tapping on the door stopped.

Cynthia's heart skipped a beat and her ear pressed against the door to hear and see what was going on outside, she seemed to hear something hit the wall now.

As she was trying to identify it, there was a sudden snap and the door panel shook, Cynthia took a step back in shock at the sudden loud noise, it sounded like something had hit the door.

At this moment, Cynthia couldn't care about her fear, her whole body was lying on the door, looking at the situation outside the door from the cat's eye. Earlier Cynthia hadn't dared to look in for fear of seeing eyes or something through the cat's eye.

She lay on her stomach on the door for a while and saw nothing, if she could still hear the sound of thumping, she would have thought that there was no one outside, and after a while, she saw a bat flying from the bottom to the top, and by the look of it, it seemed that it was swatted away by someone.

A bat? Was it that group of bats again from last time? Nope, there was a meowing sound too.

Cynthia was glad that no one lived next door, otherwise she might have called the complaint line by now.

While she was thinking, her hand was already on the door handle, Cynthia retracted her hand as if she was burned by fire.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

After a harsh catcall, the whole world regained its peace, Cynthia put her ear to the door hard and didn't hear any sound, after a minute there was still no sound, finally Cynthia still couldn't hold back and opened the door.

The moment she opened the door and saw the outside, she regretted it.

Black smoking bats were lying all over the place, and there was also a black cat that had been torn in half, lying on the ground in blood, spilling blood and intestines and guts all over the place.

“Uh, uh ......,” Cynthia dry-heaved as she held onto the doorframe, her hands faster than her brain, and flung the door shut with a thud.

The bloody scene made Cynthia forget to think about where Alan had gone, yet by the time she turned back around, her whole body was frozen in place.

Alan, the man sitting in front of her was Alan.

Cynthia looked at Alan's blood-stained hands and forgot to even dry-heave.

She never seemed to get a good look at Alan, Alan might not be as needy of protection as he seemed.

Alan's eyes at this point were exactly the same as when Cynthia had dumped him at the police station and the orphanage, so cold that she couldn't see an ounce of popularity.

Under Alan's pressure-filled gaze, Cynthia stammered, “I, I don't know, who they are, I'm just, so, so, so scared, I'm sorry.” Cynthia bowed ninety degrees to apologize to Alan.

And Alan turned his eyes away from Cynthia, turned around and drew a couple of sheets of Kleenex that were sitting on the coffee table, and slowly and methodically wiped a little bit of blood off of his hand.

Cynthia didn't hear Alan's voice for a long time, and straightened up to look at Alan, realizing that he had fallen asleep on the couch at some point, while a few blood-stained paper towels were left on the side of the couch.

Taking in Alan's previous intimidation, Cynthia didn't dare approach Alan and could only walk around to the room, grabbing a broom and dustpan, ready to take advantage of the night to clean up the mess of bodies on the doorstep.

When she opened the door, she found the floor clean, not to mention the dead cat's body and a floor of entrails, not even a single drop of blood was found, as if it was Cynthia's hallucination just now.

“What happened?” Cynthia scratched her head and closed the door behind her, turning her head with the intention of putting the broom back to its original place, her eyes glanced at the paper towel that was thrown on the floor by Alan, looking at the blood red color on it, she stopped her footsteps.

So it wasn't a hallucination of her own, that scene just now was real, she just didn't know why the body on the floor it disappeared on its own.

Cynthia gently gathered up the tissue paper on the floor and carefully covered the sleeping Alan with the blanket.

Well, she hadn't gotten Alan off her back, and it seemed like she had offended him.

Was this a case of not pleasing both sides, inside and out?

Cynthia had a headache now, a huge headache. What kind of a thing was this? What if that thing that doesn't know what it is comes after her again? She wouldn't dare to go up to Alan, even with his fierce look.

That's right, she was a bully.

Alan with blood on his hands was scary!

Cynthia didn't feel like eating anymore, so she washed herself casually and lay down on the bed.

Alan in the end has provoked what kind of god, tomorrow Alan will not find her to settle the score, how is she going to survive in the cracks ......Cynthia thought about these messy problems into the dreamland. In her dream Cynthia also frowned tightly, it seems that she did not sleep well.

Early the next morning, Cynthia got up from the bed with her cocktail head, staring at the wall with both eyes blankly, and after a long while she came back to her senses, rubbing her eyes and yawning. Last night she had dreamed of being chased all night by bats and a black cat that leaked intestines as it ran. I don't know how long she ran, but she finally met someone, Cynthia didn't see the person's face clearly, she only knew that it was a tall man with black hair, holding a long thin sword, swish swish swish a few times and finished off the bats and black cats behind her.

Cynthia rubbed her sore muscles and headed for the bathroom.

Should I bring Alan to school later? Better to bring it, in case Alan gets mad.

Inwardly apprehensive, Cynthia quickly washed up, changed her clothes, and walked to the living room.

Tiptoeing close to the sofa, she poked her head and looked at Alan lying on the sofa, seemingly asleep.

People are sleeping, it's better not to disturb others.Cynthia thought very considerately, organized the backpack, Cynthia gently closed the door.

She would come back at noon and check, but for now, let Alan sleep.

Cynthia wasn't going to admit that she had a weak heart anyway.

Taking the key and closing the door behind her with as little noise as possible, Cynthia went to class.

Without Alan today, Cynthia couldn't listen to the class properly, she often couldn't help but to desert, one moment thinking about whether Alan woke up or not, one moment thinking about whether Alan would be angry and tear down the house, and the other moment thinking about the tragic death of that cat last night, in a word, Cynthia felt that she was going crazy.

At recess Cynthia's best friend Xiao Yu poked her arm, “Hi, look at your sleepy face, why? Were you a thief last night?”

Cynthia waved her hand, “Running around in my dreams all night, you tell me. I'll squint for ten minutes, call me in class.” After saying that, Cynthia slumped down on her desk.

After surviving three recesses like that, Cynthia grabbed her backpack and rushed out of the classroom, saying sorry for Yu's invitation to join her for lunch, she had to get back and see how things were going.