The Unlucky Black Cat

chapter 7

"You..." He Wen stared, looking at the black cat squatting outside his window. He was stunned for a long moment before he leaned out of the window and looked up and down. This is the sixth floor, isn't it... He thought to himself, finally redirecting his gaze back to Jiang Sheng. "How did you get up here?" The young man blinked, as if carefully choosing his words, before tentatively asking. Do you hope I answer you... Jiang Sheng, speechless, sized up the somewhat dim-witted young man in front of him, then shook his tail and jumped into the room through the open window. Its time was limited; it had to find the trace of the resentment and leave before the young man encountered misfortune. Otherwise, whether affected by its presence or by that thread of resentment, the young man would inevitably suffer an undeserved disaster. So, in just the blink of an eye, where did that thing go? Frowning, Jiang Sheng looked around, its whiskers trembling. It wasn't exaggerating; under such heightened alertness, it could even feel the subtle vibrations in the air. The reason is that cats' whiskers are deeply rooted in the skin and connected to highly sensitive nerve endings. They are often used as sensory organs, with their fine hairs capable of detecting changes in the surrounding air currents. With this skill, they can avoid most obstacles while moving at high speeds and judge the movements of prey when visibility is poor. Honestly, most feline animals are nearly perfect hunters. Even Jiang Sheng, who was only half-competent, could do things that many ordinary people couldn't. However, even so, it had already lost track of the resentment. At that moment, on both sides of it, the space was clearly not spacious. Messy books were mostly stacked on the ground, along with several boards of unknown vintage game discs. The wardrobe was half-open, with a long-sleeved jacket slung over it, apparently just worn. The computer's fan hummed loudly, with a few unopened instant noodle cups placed beside it. Game consoles, drawing tablets, headphones, masks, charging cables, kendo protective gear, and various other items were scattered everywhere. Some were covered in dust, with no sign of use for ages. Others seemed to have been played with recently and then carelessly tossed aside. For Jiang Sheng at that moment, the room, apart from being particularly messy, had almost nothing special about it. Not to mention the resentment it had chased earlier, which had long disappeared. Strange, did I lose it? That shouldn't be the case; I clearly saw it enter this room. Could it have gone through the wall to the outside again? Puzzled, Jiang Sheng suddenly thought of a possibility and immediately turned to look at the young man still standing behind it. Sure enough, that wisp of black energy had already attached itself to him, even coiling around his neck, writhing round after round. Was it because of his weak constitution, or perhaps his weakened soul? Noticing the young man's poor mental state and the faint exhaustion and weakness revealed in his invisible soul, Jiang Sheng couldn't guess why the resentment chose him. It couldn't be just coincidence... And what will happen to him after being possessed? Will he die? Jiang Sheng didn't know; after all, it had never seen such a situation. All it could determine was that this was definitely not a good thing, among other meaningless conclusions. What should I do now? Should I help him? But I might bring him misfortune too. Besides, what can I do here? Actively eat the resentment inside him? But how would I do that? Admittedly, Jiang Sheng was somewhat at a loss. It had originally hoped to gain some information about the resentment through this visit. Instead, the other party directly hid inside a living person's body, leaving it in a dilemma. Should I leave first? Or stay and observe? In fact, Jiang Sheng had also considered the possibility that the resentment might belong to the young man. But thinking about how it had chased it for several blocks, it temporarily ruled out this assumption. After all, it found it hard to imagine someone controlling the resentment to fly for tens of kilometers. However, before Jiang Sheng could make a decision, the young man wearing glasses by the window muttered with a smile, "You're really not being polite, considering I didn't even plan to invite you in." His slightly furrowed brow, even when smiling, carried a hint of melancholy, though not quite gloomy. As he spoke, he pursed his lips and ran a hand through his hair."Then, what are you looking for? Food?"

"Okay, let me think..."

The young man, trying to keep his tone calm, got up and rummaged through the room for a while.

Before long, he returned with a can of cat food.

"Your luck's good; I still have some fish cans left. Here, take this."

With that, the young man opened the can.

He placed it on the ground and pushed it toward Jiang Sheng.

His face wasn't handsome, but it carried a forced gentleness.

"Tuna, want to try it?"

Jiang Sheng decided to stay, not for the tuna, but because it felt it shouldn't leave this kind young man alone.

Moreover, the young man was already entangled by external resentment, so whether it stayed or left wouldn't make much difference if he were to have bad luck.

Having figured out the crux of the matter, Jiang Sheng wasn't in a hurry to leave.

First, fill its stomach, then look for a solution.

After calming down, Jiang Sheng realized it wasn't completely at a loss.

Firstly, it could try using its own resentment to draw out the resentment within the young man.

Secondly, since there was no more worry about bad luck, it might also try absorbing the resentment by touching the young man.

However, as for how much influence this resentment had on the young man,

Jiang Sheng felt it needed to observe for a while longer to decide on the next steps.

Seeing the black cat bury its head in the can, He Wen smiled faintly and eventually sat down too.

But instead of sitting on a chair, he sat cross-legged opposite Jiang Sheng.

All the frustration built up throughout the day seemed to dissipate at that moment.

He Wen loved cats.

Unfortunately, all he had left were regretful memories of them.

"Do you know..."

Looking around his small room filled with clutter, He Wen suddenly said nostalgically,

"I used to have a cat. If you had come two months earlier, maybe you two would have become friends."