The Unlucky Black Cat

chapter 14

It was a pity that even though He Wen's thoughts were agile, he was still an ordinary person and could not understand the intentions of a cat from just a few glances.

Thus, he still planned to spend his day as usual according to his original plan.

He fried two eggs for himself and Jiang Sheng, then took out two slices of bread from a bag and heated them up.

This simple "breakfast," served at one o'clock in the afternoon, seemed rather out of place.

Moreover, it clearly did not meet Jiang Sheng's expectations.

Therefore, for the next four hours, Jiang Sheng kept wandering near the door, occasionally calling out to He Wen.

Without being too noisy, he constantly reminded the other that they had plans to go out.

However, once the young man got engrossed in his work, he would fully immerse himself in another world, completely ignoring everything around him.

So Jiang Sheng could only helplessly jump onto the shoe cabinet and idly swat at mosquitoes.

Since he couldn't make the young man procrastinate, he could only hope that he would finish his work sooner.

Thus, the black cat didn't intend to let these annoying little creatures disturb anyone.

In the summer, cicadas chirped outside the window.

The electric fan by the bed creaked as it spun. The bespectacled young man muttered to himself absentmindedly. Occasionally, a daring mosquito would fly into the room, and the idle black cat would immediately chase it away.

Sometimes, many memorable summers might slip away quietly amidst such ordinariness and inadvertence.

And perhaps because of this, the memory of cicada chirping gradually changed from being noisy to peaceful.

From sultry to refreshing.

...

"Ah, finally finished."

Stretching lazily with fatigue, the young man sat cross-legged in front of the computer desk, rubbing his messy hair.

He then took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with his clothes.

A hint of bitter relief showed on his face.

In fact, so far, as long as it wasn't related to writing novels, he could still manage to complete his work normally.

But once he started writing his own book, He Wen would gradually push himself until he reached a state of confusion.

The reason was actually quite simple: he wanted to write his work well.

This was a pathological condition, and he was very aware of it.

But what good did being aware do? Unless he gave up writing or stopped caring about his work, he couldn't change the situation.

That's why he felt both relieved and bitter now. Even after completing his work, he found it hard to let go.

"Miao."

Seeing He Wen stop working, Jiang Sheng immediately jumped onto his desk and called out "dissatisfiedly."

Then he ran to the door and circled around twice, as if urging him to hurry up and leave.

Of course, this wasn't because the black cat was in a rush, but because the resentment on He Wen's neck had accumulated a bit more.

The host's "resentment" seemed to increase the activity of the resentment.

Jiang Sheng vaguely guessed something.

The reason the resentment chose He Wen was probably because he had long-term and stable negative emotions.

When this guy worked, he became like a different person, always looking lifeless.

Before Jiang Sheng arrived, he basically spent all day writing.

In such a situation, he naturally received no positive feedback, making him the ideal host for resentment.

Realizing this, half of Jiang Sheng's initial guess was overturned. The resentment probably wasn't afraid of the outside world; it just needed the young man to provide continuous "vitality."

With this realization,

Jiang Sheng gained a basic understanding of "resentment."

First, everything they did was undoubtedly aimed at increasing their size.

To achieve this, they needed to "consume" a large amount of negative emotions. Therefore, they consciously or unconsciously brought misfortune to the creatures around them.

This sparked widespread anxiety, dissatisfaction, and fear, serving as a breeding ground for their growth.

Alternatively, they might choose a suitable host, bringing their life into a downturn and then attaching themselves long-term to exploit their value.

As these resentments grew, their range of influence expanded, and the faster they grew, the wider their impact became.

This led to a vicious cycle.

Although Jiang Sheng still didn't know what these resentments would become when fully grown, he was sure it wouldn't be a good thing.

As for me.The only difference between me and ordinary parasitized individuals is that I can absorb souls and see resentment. Can I truly "eat" this resentment and control it? After realizing the severity of the situation, Jiang Sheng's first thought was this question. It wasn't about personal heroism; it was just not wanting to see a collective tragedy. ... Anyway, regardless of what happens next. What Jiang Sheng needs to do now is alleviate the young man's anxiety. So it couldn't let the young man continue working endlessly. At least it needed to make some changes, otherwise, who knows if other resentments would come knocking after it took away this one. As for whether resentment has a natural enemy and if parasitized individuals have any means to expel them—these complicated questions could only be confirmed later. "Alright, alright, I understand." Looking at the black cat's "eager" appearance, He Wen smiled weakly but still spoke in a gentle and kind tone. "Are you so eager to go out? Then why did you stay on my window for the past two days?" As he said this, he put on his glasses and stood up from his seat. He also reached out and grabbed a hat placed on the bedside table. It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun outside wasn't as hot anymore. The reason the young man wore a hat was simply because he hadn't washed his hair for two days, and wearing a hat made him look cleaner. "Meow." In response to the young man's question, Jiang Sheng seemed to answer, or perhaps it didn't answer at all. Anyway, as a cat, it had fulfilled its "duty." He Wen didn't ask any more questions. He just remembered that the food in the fridge was almost gone. This time, he could buy some more. Nodding in agreement with this thought, he picked up Jiang Sheng and put it into the old pet backpack. Then he left home with the bag, carrying a bag of trash. Life is like a person's habits; it's usually hard to change. Unless something particularly stubborn rudely intrudes into your life. If that happens, by the time you realize it, you might already have changed.