The Underworld Detective

At first it was just one or two bells swaying gently, then a large number of bells swayed together, making a noisy noise, this scene scared the four of us!

I noticed that none of the bells were moving toward the side of the window. Probably because the spirit cat didn't like the sun, I asked Wang Dali to close the curtains.

And then I took a marker pen out of my handbag, and at the edge of the table, I wrote some common words just above each bell, and I thought maybe I could communicate with the spirit cat, like a pen fairy or a dish fairy.

However, I just wrote two words, and I heard a flutter. I turned around and Wang Dali fell straight to the ground.

“Da Li, what's wrong with you? ”

I rushed over to check it out and was about to press Wang Dali, who suddenly grabbed my wrist and was so powerful.

Then he opened his eyes slowly. Wang Dali's eyes were black and white, and like the little girl he saw last night, his face was strange. The corner of his mouth slowly grabbed a strange smiley face, and I felt a chill sweep across his back like a current.

I desperately pulled my hands free. How could Wang Dali slip to the table and squat there, licking his back like a cat all the time?

This scene frightened us all. Wang Dali was pulled out of the Dynasty to point the gun at him. I reached out and pressed his gun, indicating that he should not move, and observe for a while.

I gathered the courage to ask, "Who are you? ”

Wang Dali ignored it and still focused on licking his claws.

When I asked him for the third time, he suddenly shouted "meow” and jumped at me, and we subconsciously took a few steps back.

Turns out he wasn't after us, he was after the bag I left on the ground. Wang Dali buried his face in the bag and ate it with a big mouthful. Huang Dali chewed it directly into his stomach and swallowed it. I was really worried about slitting his throat.

I called him worried, Wang Dali turned around, and there was a yellow beard in his mouth. The beard was still alive, still moving, and he sucked it into his stomach like noodles.

After eating, Wang Dali squatted on the floor, licked his palms, and then rubbed them on his face, like a cat washing his face.

I politely said, "Fairy, if you eat well, can you please come back? ”

Wang Dali suddenly fell under the table, slapped the 'Fortune Cat’ very far away, the sculpture glued on the ground, worried me broke, does it want to release its true self?

Fortunately, the sculpture material is stiff, probably porcelain blended with bone powder, but it didn't break.

Wang Dali bowed to his body and screamed 'meow’ in his mouth. He continued to jump to 'Wade Fortune Cat'.

Although the spirit cat lived in Wang Dali's body, the possible way of acting was still the cat's, and the way the cat acted determined that it was impossible for him to carry the sculpture and fall, pushing it like a ball.

I don't know what will happen to him, but the sculpture is important material evidence in this case. How can it be destroyed like this? I screamed, "Stop him! ”

Wang Dali was also prepared to pounce the sculpture. Wang Dali stepped directly on the chair and jumped at him. The two twisted together, then Wang Daoli made an awesome strange cry, forcefully threw the dynasty aside, and then jumped on him and scratched him.

Wang Ai Dynasty withstood with his arm and was instantly scratched out of several bloody wounds.

On this occasion, I picked up the Cat of Fortune and handed it over to Huang Xiaotao. “Take it back to the evidence room! ”

“What about him?” Huang Xiaotao said in panic.

“It doesn't matter, we'll deal with him!” I called.

After Huang Xiaotao left, Wang Dali was ready to chase her. Wang Ai Dynasty lifted his feet and kicked a chair. Wang Dali made an unexpected move. He stepped on the chair and swept away, spinning 360 degrees in the middle of the air, steadily landing on his' four feet '.

God, acrobatics can't do that either!

Wang Ai Dynasty copied another chair, yelled, and wrestled with Wang Dali.

I opened the curtains and the afternoon sun came in. Wang Dali instinctively covered his eyes with his hands, as if it was unusually painful.

Wow, the chair in the hands of Wang Ai Dynasty actually smashed on Wang Dali's back. I said worryingly: "Uncle Wang, don't break him! ”

Just as the voice fell, Wang Daqiang jumped hard and kicked him in the chest of Wang Ai Dynasty, kicking him for a few steps.

The Wang Aid dynasty pulled off the fight, and fought with Wang Dali. Although the Wang Aid dynasty was remarkable, Wang Dali was running east in the house, like a slippery mud, and could not be countered with human martial arts.

I thought about what the cat was afraid of and suddenly noticed half a bottle of two-pot head on the table, and shouted to the king's aid: "Give me a lighter! ”

The Wang Ai dynasty threw the lighter at me in the middle of a fight. I took it in my hand and poured all the two pots into my mouth. That spicy cavity almost made me cry. Then I turned on the lighter and spit foam at Wang Dali. When alcohol met fire, it burned like a giant fireball.

Wang Dali screamed and quickly fled to the corner of the house!

I filled another two pans, this vial wasn't much, so the second one was gone, and I only had a tiny bit of wine in my drummed mouth, which was a pure bluff.

Wang Dali Cesar shrugged in the corner, holding two ‘claws’ to protect his face, then turned his eyes white and fainted softly.

I was suddenly shocked and the two pots in my mouth swallowed, and the spicy feeling spread all the way down the esophagus to my stomach, burning me shaking for a while.

I walked over and patted Wang Dali's face. Soon, he woke up and turned: “Yoko, what's wrong with me? ”

“You fainted.” I said, "If I tell the truth, I think he'll freak out.

Wang Dali found a strange smell in his mouth. He hurriedly threw up a few times, and then pulled a little fish prick out of his teeth. “Strange, how did I have fish prick in my mouth? Did I eat something? ”

When I was wondering what to put on him, Wang Dali asked: "Shit, this house is so messy, it's like it's been at war. ”

“We just released the spirit cat.” I explained.

“Really? What kind. ”

“It's just a big black cat running around the house, torturing us to death. ”

I was afraid that Wang Dali would think of himself. Luckily, his head was simple. He said with sadness: “Why don't you call me up? I want to see what this psychic cat looks like. How did I faint? It's strange. ”

I poured Wang Dali a glass of water to rinse his mouth. Won't be long before Huang Xiao Peach comes back, see that we have settled, just what I was about to say, I showed her not to talk with my eyes.

Later, I heard a man who understood the industry say that my practice was very dangerous, and I was fortunate not to have put Wang Dali's life into it! After all, I can't deal with this supernatural thing with a mountain separation, an autopsy I'm good at.