After I said this, the old woman seemed to understand something, and sadness and pain emerged in her eyes. Her old face looked even more haggard.
She choked and muttered, "I am really dead, I am really dead, I will never see my Huahua again. My Huahua has left me, it is hurt, I don't know where it went..."
I comforted the old woman, "Auntie, don't worry, even though you're dead, I will help you with the kitten. I will help you find it!"
"Okay, okay, thank you, Master!"
Then the old woman told me her own story.
The old woman was a beggar who lived on the streets for many years. She had a family in her early years. Her husband's surname was Wang, so I called her "Po Wang". Po Wang's husband died early due to illness, and her son was accidentally beaten to death because of an argument with someone. It can be said that Po Wang's family was not happy.
Homeless Wang Po could only live on the streets and rely on begging for a living. While begging, Wang Po met a stray cat, Hua Hua. She took Hua Hua in, and the two of them lived together.
But just half a day ago, she left the shabby house where she lived and went out to beg for food. When she returned, she found that her kitten Huahua was missing.
At that time, she found a hind leg of the kitten Huahua on the ground of the hut. The hind leg was covered with blood. Wang Po always regarded the kitten Huahua as her own family. Holding the cat's leg, she burst into tears, and she fell asleep while crying.
When she woke up, she started looking for her cat. On the way, she met a strange man who was walking on the street with a fruit knife stuck in his head. Wang Po ran over and asked the man if he had seen her missing cat Huahua.
But the man didn't know where Huahua was. When Wang Po was heartbroken, the man pointed her to a way and told her to go to Room 402, Unit 4, Xiyuan Community, and said that there was a man named Jiang Jiuzhen there who might be able to help her.
So, following the man's advice, Wang Po came to my apartment.
When I heard this, I already had a preliminary understanding of this matter.
I guess that Wang Po was so sad that she died after she returned to her shabby little house and saw the hind legs of the kitten Huahua. And the man she met on the road with a fruit knife stuck on his head was probably also a ghost who died tragically.
After thinking for a while, I said to Wang Po, "Auntie, please wait here for me. I'll go get something and we'll go find the cat for you later."
When she heard me say that I would help her find the cat later, a hint of joy appeared on Wang Po's face.
She hurriedly said, "Thank you, Master. Thank you so much!"
I smiled slightly and didn't say anything.
To be honest, I felt sorry for Wang Po from the bottom of my heart. Both her family and her personal experience were very miserable. But no matter how pitiful she was, she was dead after all, so all I could do was to help her and fulfill her wish for the time being.
Soon, I went into the bedroom, put on my clothes, put on my bag, and came to the door of the apartment again.
There is a magic circle inside the apartment, and Wang Po's ghost cannot enter.
"Let's go, Auntie, let's go to where you live first!" I said.
Wang Po nodded, turned around and led the way.
Soon, we were out of the apartment and on the street.
road.
The night was very dark, and the moon was incomplete, just like a curved knife hanging above my head. I was really afraid that it would fall down, scratch me, and cut off my head.
In less than half an hour, Wang Po stopped at an area of bungalows near the train station where the demolition had been completed but many houses were still left.
She pointed to a dilapidated wooden house and said to me, "Master, Huahua and I have been living there for the past six months. Let's go over there!"
I nodded and walked towards the wooden house.
Half of the door of the wooden house had fallen off and was lying on the ground. There was a lot of garbage and bricks and tiles scattered around the dirty house, as well as old cardboard and plastic that had been picked up and piled together.
Wang Po told me that she picked up those waste materials and sold them for money.
Maybe because it rained not long ago, the ground is still a little wet.
As soon as I entered the wooden house, I stopped involuntarily.
There was a person lying on the ground in the middle of the wooden house. The person was dressed exactly like Wang Po behind me, so it was Wang Po's body. I thought to myself, it seems to be just as I imagined, Wang Po really died of grief.
When she saw her own corpse, Wang Po was stunned.
I could tell from the look in her soul that this time she really believed she was dead.
I walked over and looked at Wang Po's body.
Her body was already stiff, with a few tear marks at the corners of her eyes. She held a strand of cat hair in her hand, which should be the hair of her kitten Huahua.
But not far from Wang Po's body, I found a pool of blood.
There was a lot of cat hair in the blood. It seemed that the kitten Huahua might have been murdered.
Next to the pool of blood was a bloody footprint. The footprint was not big, but it was still clear that it was a human footprint.
After comparing, the footprints were not from Wang Po, so they must be from someone else.
In that case, the kitten Huahua might have been hurt by someone first, had one of its hind legs chopped off, and then was taken away.
But what I don't understand is how someone could be so cruel to a kitten.
Cats are very cute, docile and spiritual animals in my opinion. Generally speaking, people love cats. Could it be that the person who took away the kitten Huahua had other intentions
It suddenly occurred to me that I had seen a piece of news.
The news was from abroad, and happened in Vietnam. It said that in Hanoi, Vietnam, some people like to kill cats and eat cat meat. The description in the news was very bloody, and even the specific process of how to kill a cat was reported.
The process is as follows: first drown the cat in a bucket or water tank, then shave it, burn off the hair on the surface of the skin with fire, then peel it and chop it into pieces...
Thinking about that report, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart. I thought to myself, could it be that there are people in Jiangbin City who eat cats
Seeing me squatting there in a daze, Wang Po's ghost slowly drifted over.
She asked me sadly, "Master, can you help me find my Huahua?"
I retracted my absent-minded gaze, looked at Grandma Wang, and said, "There is a way, Auntie, don't worry, I will help you find the person who murdered Huahua!"
Then I reached out to take the kitten's hind legs from Wang Po's hand.
I got a little blood on the kitten's hind leg. The blood had already coagulated and smelled bloody. I could hardly imagine that a
What happens to a kitten with one leg missing
I quickly took out the compass from the bag and smeared the cat's blood on it. As the blood penetrated, the compass suddenly released a white light. Soon the needle on the compass deflected and pointed in a direction.
"Over there! ... Let's go there!"
I raised my hand and pointed.
Wang Po said nothing, her ghost followed me, holding the kitten Huahua's hind legs tightly in her hands. In her opinion, her kitten Huahua might have died, and the hind legs were just a relic of Huahua.
The demolition area was very large, and we walked back and forth along the deserted alleys.
The dark night was like a huge curtain covering the earth and the world. It was pitch dark and hard to figure out.
Darkness is a terrifying place in everyone's heart. Even if you are very brave, you still have to be cautious when walking in the dark. No one knows whether a hairy thing will suddenly jump out from a dark corner behind you, pounce on you, and bite your throat.
I walked in front with a flashlight in my hand, and Wang Po followed behind me.
We walked very fast, and following the compass needle, we finally stopped in an alley. We had already passed the area of demolished bungalows.
The place where we stopped was a not very big courtyard near the demolition area.
The gate of the courtyard was closed, and faint shouting sounds could be heard from inside.
The cry was so faint that it was barely audible, but Wang Po still heard it first.
There was urgency in her eyes, and she said in a panic: "Master, Master, I heard it, that sound was the meow of a cat, I heard myself, it was the sound of my Huahua, it is in this yard."
The needle on the compass stopped shaking, and the location it pointed to was this courtyard.
Combined with Wang Po's statement, it's probably almost certain that the person who murdered the kitten Huahua is inside this courtyard.
The door of the courtyard was made of a heavy wooden board, with two large characters for "Fu" pasted on it. I even found a fingerprint on one of the characters. The fingerprint was red, and when the flashlight shone on it, it looked even more red, and it seemed to have just dried up.
“Boom boom boom!”
Without thinking too much, I knocked on the gate of the courtyard.
I hit it very hard, and I believe that if there were people in the yard, unless they were deaf, they should be able to hear it.
But after I knocked seven or eight times in a row, there was still no movement in the courtyard.
Could it be that there was no one in the courtyard? This possibility was very low.
The more likely possibility is that there is someone in the yard, but they are unwilling to open the door.
After all, it is the middle of the night, so it is understandable that the residents in this house do not open the door.
I turned sideways to look at Wang Po and said in a deep voice, "Wang Po, you are no longer a human being, you are a ghost. So... you go in through the crack in the door and pull out the latch. Then we can go in!"
"good!"
Wang Po nodded.
Then, her soul slowly approached the wooden door. Soon, her soul became as thin as a piece of paper and squeezed directly through the gap of the wooden door that was less than half a centimeter wide.
With a "click!"
The latch behind the wooden door was pulled open.
(to be continued)
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