chapter 21
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"This, what on earth is going on?"
Watching Bakumu leave without a word, He Wen was stunned for a long time.
Whether it was the black cat suddenly leaping up, the paper figure knocked down by the cat, or the paper figure spontaneously combusting without any warning.
The series of events that occurred within a few breaths undoubtedly caught him off guard.
Some even exceeded his understanding. Why did the man have paper in his hand? Why did the black cat suddenly get angry? Why did the paper burn by itself?
All this happened too abruptly.
Is it a street magician,
or is there something more hidden?
He Wen thought, but could not find an answer.
In the end, he could only shift his gaze to the black cat nearby, still wary of its surroundings.
"I say, they may not have any bad intentions, don't be so tense."
Perhaps because he didn't think a paper figure could pose any threat to him, He Wen ultimately didn't complicate matters.
So he simply picked up the black cat and left the street.
However, what the young man didn't notice was that after he left, Bakumu, who had already walked far away, actually turned back. He kept a rather subtle distance, confirming his whereabouts neither too close nor too far.
Bakumu's idea was simple: since he couldn't obtain information through spiritual means, he might as well investigate using ordinary methods.
After all, as a spiritual detective,
apart from spiritual abilities, he was also a detective.
With some professional means, it wasn't difficult to ascertain someone's basic information.
The question was, how to deal with that cat?
Does it have any connection to the spiritual fluctuations in Guandong Neighborhood?
Just the "human-sized" evil spirit was enough to make Bakumu tremble with fear, let alone the fact that this evil spirit clung to a cat, and the possessed cat wasn't killed by misfortune.
Thinking about it, if the black cat and the evil spirit had reached some kind of "understanding" and were evading capture together,
oh God, that would be quite troublesome...
Indeed, he needed to contact the Spiritual Ability Management Office again and see what they could do.
With this thought, Bakumu, while hiding in the crowd and following He Wen, pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello."
"Hello, it's me, Bakumu."
"Oh, Mr. Bakumu, is there anything else you need?"
"To make a long story short, here's what happened..."
Dodging the increasingly crowded pedestrian flow, Bakumu looked both embarrassed and hurried that day.
...
"Phew, I'm really tired."
In the evening, He Wen brought Jiang Sheng back home.
In the cluttered room, the young man placed the pet backpack on the ground.
And Jiang Sheng immediately slipped out of the closed backpack and stretched its paws.
Indeed, a more open environment was more comfortable.
Although He Wen's room wasn't very spacious, it was better than that small "bag."
Adding some cat food and water for Jiang Sheng, He Wen patted the black cat's head with a smile.
"Alright, we've distributed quite a few flyers. Now we just need to wait patiently for news. Stay here for a bit, I need to go to work, don't cause trouble, okay."
"Miaow."
Jiang Sheng lazily replied, indeed, its temperament wouldn't allow it to cause trouble.
As a mature and steady black cat, it certainly had its dignity.
Watching He Wen walk towards the computer, Jiang Sheng lay down on the floor and nibbled at its cat food.
A bit hungry for meat...
Lying down beside it, Jiang Sheng started to miss the taste of canned cat food.
These days, it had become increasingly lazy.
Thinking about it, no wonder pets tend to become dull; such a life of being fed and clothed isn't something everyone can handle.
However, Jiang Sheng wasn't without worries.
For example, the middle-aged man encountered that afternoon. Who was he, and what was his purpose in approaching the young man? Jiang Sheng didn't know.
It could only be sure that the man indeed had some unusual abilities. Like that paper figure, which felt very off to Jiang Sheng.
But forget it, let it be.
If it's not a disaster, it won't come; if it is, there's no escaping it.
Do what one can and leave the rest to fate. Jiang Sheng had grown accustomed to submitting to the arrangement of "fate."
Do what one should do, and face all the results.
This could be considered one of its "specialties."
Jiang Sheng always accepted things and rarely imagined alternative outcomes.
Thus, it lived a relaxed and carefree life.
In contrast, this guy.
Glancing unintentionally at He Wen, who was sitting in front of the computer pondering again.
Jiang Sheng silently shook its head.He might have thought about too many possibilities, always hoping for better results, which is why he ended up looking like this now.
Unfulfilled desires often become the source of prolonged pain in life.
This statement is applicable in most situations, much like how there is always a way when you reach a mountain pass.
...
"Ah, no, this feeling isn't right..."
Grabbing his hair in slight frustration.
After dinner, He Wen's work progress slowed down again.
Jiang Sheng didn't keep staring at him, as it didn't want to get anxious and upset too.
To be honest, would anyone really enjoy reading works written in such a state? Although Jiang Sheng was reluctant to negate others' efforts, the young man indeed seemed to be doing useless work.
The content he was struggling with, Jiang Sheng had glanced over a few times.
It was just the wording of a few sentences, which he had revised dozens of times. If the revisions were getting better, it would be acceptable, but he was clearly just getting stuck in a rut.
Not only did the sentences become more awkward, but the word choices also became increasingly "obscure."
"Meow!"
Finally, Jiang Sheng couldn't bear it anymore.
It circled around the room, then suddenly jumped onto the desk and pressed its paws on the keyboard.
"Stop it."
Facing the "domineering" black cat,
He Wen sighed and helplessly pushed away the other's paw.
"Meow."
But Jiang Sheng persisted, pressing its paw on the keyboard again.
"What are you doing?"
He Wen raised his eyebrows in annoyance; he was getting angry because of his already agitated state.
However, he then saw the black cat toss a long, slender object in front of him.
It was a cat toy stick.
Something he had bought before to play with his past cat.
Perhaps his eye twitched slightly. He Wen looked uncertainly at the black cat, remained silent for a while, and then pointed at the cat toy, asking,
"Do you want me to play this with you?"
"Meow."
As a mature and steady black cat, Jiang Sheng naturally puffed out its chest.
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