"Who are you?" Kidd asked sternly, looking at the guy in front of him who was half pigherd and half human.
Claude placed the cat on the table, looking a little depressed. "It is just a descendant of Delapore who was cursed by Delapore's thousand-year secret, and who wanted to die but could not, and wanted to live but could not."
"No matter who you are, why did you bring me here?!" Kidd still had some doubts in his heart. The situation Claude showed was indeed very bad, but it didn't seem as bad as he said.
"Because you are the only one who touched the altar, I can only bring you here." Claude explained, his right half of the body became more swollen, and his tone became more and more urgent.
"I don't want to die like a real Draper. I want to die like a human being, an ordinary human being. Those rats, those sneaky rats should not linger around my body forever. You can help me! You can help me!"
Claude became more and more excited as he spoke. The walls around him began to move again, and the cat on the table was so crushed by his extremely swollen body that it could not make even the slightest sound.
Kidd loosened his right hand, and the last ray of light emanated from his palm and dissipated in all directions.
After another trance, Kidd returned to the window and everything was normal, as if it was just an illusion.
Turning around again, the room was still the same, except that there was an extra book on the table where the flashlight was placed.
On the cover of the book is a person curled up in a dark corner. In front of this person is a corpse. A big hole has been dug out in the abdomen of the corpse by someone's hands. An old black cat lies weakly on the person's head, grabbing his hair tightly with its limbs, as if trying to pull him out of here.
Squeak, squeak, the noisy mice are coming again, but Kidd, who has experienced this many times, can clearly distinguish the difference between these mice.
Under the impact of the rats, the door began to slowly open inwards.
As soon as a small gap appeared, Kidd kicked the door directly, and the door suddenly closed, killing many mice that came out of the gap.
But the number of dead rats was nothing compared to those outside the door. These annoying and disgusting beasts began to tear at the wooden door in front of Kidd.
The creaking sound continued to come from outside the door into the room. Kidd frowned. The door was not particularly thick, and judging by the attack method of the rats outside, no matter how thick the door was, it would be bitten through by these animals.
Meow~
A cold cat's cry seemed to come from behind Kidd. This sound brought the scent of a natural enemy to all the mice, making these guys who were not afraid of death suddenly quiet down a lot.
Kidd looked back and saw old Nigelman lying on the pages of the book, looking at him lazily.
The two eyes, like black pearls, were so smart that Kidd could read the meaning from them.
The rats, which had been stagnant for more than ten seconds, slowly resumed their riot, and the squeaking and gnawing sounds began again.
Kidd was still hesitating. Old Nigelman's meaning was very simple. He could help Kidd get rid of the annoying rats that disturbed his sleep, but in exchange, Kidd had to complete Claude's commission and make those more terrifying and annoying rats disappear from Claude's body, so that Claude could die like an ordinary person.
Is this an option worth considering? Kidd rejected old Nigelman.
Even if there were several times more rats at the door, they would never be more terrifying than those guys who were entangled with Claude, and Claude himself was a very dangerous existence.
It was clear from that brief contact that although Claude wanted to remain calm and rational, he was already crazy in every way. The occasional moments of clarity he had might be attributed to old Nigelman.
The rats' attack became more and more fierce, but whether it was due to the rules or their intelligence, their attack surface was only the door of the room, and none of them would climb the window.
Of course, it is also possible that there is something in the darkness outside the castle that scares these mice.
Kidd was holding a stun grenade in his hand, which could stun the first wave of rats rushing in the moment they broke into the door, buying Kidd some time. Kidd did not want to take the risk of rushing into the darkness again unless it was necessary.
After reading the entire book of secrets, Kidd already knew how dangerous his actions yesterday were. Being able to return to the castle safely was a blessing in disguise. If it weren't for the attraction of the cellar, if he stayed outside a little longer, Busujima Saeko would have come directly to help him collect the body.
Woo~meow!
Old Nigglemann suddenly shouted, and the mice outside the door stopped at first, then all ran away to somewhere unknown.
Kidd put down his leg that was against the door and looked at old Nigelman, wondering if this guy was trying to force a sale on him.
Just as he was judging Kidd with a petty mind, old Niggleman glanced at Kidd with a determined look in his eyes, then turned around and slowly went back into the book.
After moving something to block the door, Kidd slowly walked back to the window. To be honest, he felt like he was crazy, as he could actually see determination in the eyes of a cat.
Kidd's eyes were looking at the dark night outside the window, but his mind was thinking about the book behind him, the book that carried all of old Nigelman's hopes and despair.
"Don't think too much, don't think too much, it just wants you to help its master. You are Kaito Kidd, how can you be fooled by such a trick?"
Kid thought as he slapped his face.
In my mind, the expression on old Nigelman's face when he immersed himself in the book kept repeating.
'Maybe I do need a cat? Then I won't be afraid of fish anymore.'
An idea suddenly occurred to Kidd.
"As for cats, old Nigelman does look pretty good. I might as well go get to know him. He should have died a long time ago anyway, so he can't be my cat. That way I can just reject him."
Kid walked towards the table while trying to find excuses for himself.
"Besides, how can a thief owe a cat a favor? Just read the book and consider it as repaying the favor."
Kidd finally convinced himself and sat down at the table calmly, his hands on the pages of the book.
I don't know what material these pages are made of, but they give me an inexplicable feeling of disgust when I touch them. When I was about to open them, a meow came from the book.
Kidd was stunned at first, then he slapped his face. Why was he so inexplicably hysterical again? Even if he wanted to watch it, he shouldn't watch it now. Isn't it appropriate to watch it in the morning