Today is the 6731st day of my imprisonment. I yawned and got up from the windowsill boredly, grabbed the abominable pen in the warm afternoon sun, and tried hard to control it. But when I was getting more and more upset by this pen, I heard the sound of chewing food that made me even more disgusted.

I don't have to look at it, it's the sound of sulfur eating apples. Sorry, I forgot to mention sulfur. It was a husky in my family, a foolish dog, who was ridiculously pressing the apple with one paw on the ground, and his dog's head was nibbling.

"Oh my God, a guy like you is actually a god of death." I screamed, sat up on the windowsill, and looked down at the fool below with contempt.

Yike frowned, and the white dots on his eyes trembled. He skipped the apple that represented ** and said in a playful tone, "If you want to be stupid, you are better than you. At least I won't use ** as a diary. I'm really a stupid cat."

That's right, I am a cat, an old cat that has lived for eighteen years. It is precisely because I am a cat, I have nine lives, and I have not been killed by me when I first got the **.

It was an accident. I just accidentally wrote my name while writing my diary. I still remember when I saw the judge at the gates of hell, he saw the strange appearance of my death. There is a way that you sent me to the eighteenth level of hell, come and bite me. I have nine lives. What's so great about writing myself to death? You have no choice but to do anything to me, you have to send me back to the present world.

By the way, I was also young and energetic at that time. Why did I have the courage to clamor with the civil servants in the underworld? It really responded to the old saying that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.

Bah! Bah! Who is the stupid calf? I jumped off the windowsill with my notebook in my mouth and walked step by step to the mirror that belongs to me step by step.

This is specially prepared by my servant for me. It belongs only to me. It is just a cat high and can make me shine on my whole body. I remember it is also an old object. Looking at the paint falling off its border, I gritted my teeth and thought of my hateful servant.

It was a long dark and bright childhood. My servant was just a child in their species. He and his family went out to play on weekends and gave me such a gift when they came back. I was still young and was playing with yarn balls. When I saw a guy playing with balls like me in the mirror, I was shocked. It was so weird. Which guy who was desperate to learn from my uncle's actions.

Since then, I have started a long battle of wits and courage with the guys in the mirror. Of course, I won in most cases, but I pretended to tie in order not to embarrass the guys in the mirror.

Whenever I fight with the guy in the mirror, my servant smiles from the side, as if he has seen something happy.

At first I thought he was overestimating his ability in the mirror, but later I realized that he had been laughing at me. If it weren't for the fact that there wasn't a single bird in his crotch at that time, I would have scrapped his friends like a ball of yarn to let him know what it means to not raise cats for men.

Okay, I looked in the mirror. The big cat didn't care about the villain's passing, so let him spare his life for the time being. I looked in the mirror, my fat figure, and felt that time was really a killer. I couldn't help but sigh and said that when the cat was old, I loved memories. I dragged my bloated figure to the bedroom, closed the door, and climbed to the top of the cabinet with difficulty, and quietly wrote a diary without the disturbance of silly.

But when I finally surrendered the pen, I forgot what I wanted to write. How many people have I killed me so far? I couldn't help but lift my hind paws and count them one by one.

The first one seemed to be a servant's deskmate. I couldn't remember what his name was. So I turned to the first page of ** and began to look for clues in my diary. Oh, I found it.

That was when I just realized that the guy in the mirror was myself, and I was a strong and good cat who kept challenging myself and defeating myself. The servant took him home.

The two little guys are playing house with each other. They are indeed inferior creatures, and they only know how to be thirsty. You are really born with the ability! Stupid.

I went over several times to find fun. But she actually abused me. She also had two front paws, but she only took one to massage me. This was the abuse of Hongguoguo.

I escaped from her scented claws, grabbed her schoolbag very violently, took out a book, looked at the name on it, Zhang Xinjia, OK, it's you. Without saying a word, I found my hidden **, and under the gaze of Sulphur, I wrote down the first name that needed death.

But how can you die? This is hard for me. I racked my brains and thought hard. I happened to see the Korean drama being played on TV. Good thing, you will have leukemia, and you will be separated from my little servant Yin and Yang!

You snatched my servant and abused me, this is the retribution you deserve. The cat's jealousy is indeed unreasonable. So, in this way, I wrote a cute little luoli to death. Today, I really think that this is the source of all sins when I think about it.

If I were a ninja cat at that time, and I took a step back to expand the sky, maybe so many people wouldn't have died later.

Since then, I have written many people to death, including good people, bad people, ordinary people, and so-called geniuses.

With so many people dead, it is impossible for them to have no response in human society. The Bricks and professors were dispatched collectively to discuss whether this is similar to saxophone, oh, no. It is Sax. Sorry, I always like to call Atypical pneumonia saxophone. I have no malice, it is just a habit.

They studied whether this was a sudden new disease or a social phenomenon. Because most of the time, I was too lazy to write about the cause of death, and basically died of heart paralysis.

Therefore, they used this as a basis to say that these people who were written to me died suddenly because of the pressure of life and the pace of life.

Perhaps I have written too many people to die, and they also said that this is a generally pathological social state, just like a dozen people from Fu Shikang who were bungee jumping one after another, and forgot to wrap ropes around their waists. They are all a kind of social event that can be called phenomenal level.

I watched TV, and couldn't stand the words that the bricks inside looked confident and said.

So, I remembered their appearance, looked at the names of the guest cards on the table, and quickly wrote the names of several people and the cause of death.

After deducting the effective time of **, the delay in TV broadcasting is deducted. I appreciate my handwriting within these two minutes.

Although it was written by a pair of cat claws, it was really a dragon flying and a phoenix dance, and a silver hook was drawn in iron, and it was three points in the wood.

I blushed myself with a little praise, and took a sneak peek at Sulphite, seeing that he didn't notice me and was still gnawing on his apple core, I felt relieved. Otherwise, if he saw my ugly appearance, he would laugh at me again. Just like when I was bored and played with yarn for a while, he would be happy with it for ten years.

After a while of random thoughts, several guests on TV began to fall down one by one on the table from left to right, and wrote down the three words "sax" with their left index finger.

The staff in the live broadcast room have very work experience. When they saw a few people fall down one after another, they quickly switched to the advertisement.

"That doesn't hurt, every month is relaxed! Dysmenorrhea granules.--Wanxi Pharmaceutical."

The combination called s.h.e. speaks advertising lines in cheerful music. But the content played on TV has nothing to do with ease.

The colorful TV just now turned black and turned black and white when the picture turned black and white.
Chapter completed!