As the saying goes.

Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

Jiang Xiaoqing had just brought a big rhythm, making the live broadcast room of the big anchors on the same platform messy.

Now someone suddenly knocks on the door.

She was shocked.

"Who?"

She shouted, as if this would give her a little power.

No one responded outside the door.

"Damn it, I'm crazy!" Jiang Xiaoqing cursed inwardly, not ready to pay attention.

And the next moment.

"Ding Dong!"

Another doorbell sound came from outside the door.

Now, Jiang Xiaoqing was really scared.

For the first time, she thought that ‘the house is bigger’.

150 square meters of fine decoration house, only one room, a dining room with kitchen and bathroom.

The remaining area is converted into a living room.

The ending sound of the doorbell is infinitely elongated and echoes.

"Who the hell are you? You're so full in the middle of the night that you're so full that you've had nothing to do, so you just ring the doorbell to play, right?" Jiang Xiaoqing cursed.

pity.

The only response to her was a burst of rapid doorbells.

Three long and one short.

It keeps ringing.

Jiang Xiaoqing looked around and picked up a golf club that the financial owner had placed in her house.

Give up the courage and step forward slowly.

Lean on the cat's eyes and looked at it.

Something creepy happened!

Outside the door...no one!

But the doorbell is still ringing!!

"ah!!!"

Jiang Xiaoqing let out a sharp scream.

See...hell!

And her scream woke up the sleeping neighbor next door.

Get up and knock on the door and ask what the situation is.

Jiang Xiaoqing had met the neighbor several times.

If you are usually designated as a stranger, you won’t say a word when you meet him.

But in this situation, the neighbor has become the most familiar stranger Jiang Xiaoqing has.

I communicated with my neighbors through the door for a while and told me the strange things I saw.

The neighbor looked around sleepyly and found nothing abnormal.

Just as I was about to go home to sleep.

"Don't...don't leave..." Jiang Xiaoqing opened the door for a small crack and asked in panic.

"I'm worried that once you leave later, that thing will come out and scare me again."

Finally, she added, "This is how it is performed in ghost movies."

The neighbors were in a state of fun.

"I know a relatively famous local doctor who has a lot of research in the field of spirituality. Why don't you make an appointment to go and see it another day?"

After saying that, the neighbor waved his hand casually and returned to his house.

Jiang Xiaoqing closed the door helplessly and took a deep breath.

"Maybe I was really just hallucinating just now?"

"I've been too tiring to plan that thing recently, so it's causing mental disorder?"

"It should be like this." She murmured in a low voice.

Turn around slowly and turn around.

The next moment, her expression suddenly stiffened on her face.

In front of her.

On the mahogany floor wherever you look.

A black Mumbai cat was squatting.

He was staring at her quietly, his tail swept the ground and let out a whine.

"Meow."

Jiang Xiaoqing's pupils suddenly dilated, and a chill of extreme fear crawled out of her spine and spread throughout her body.

"Ah!!!...Woo!!!" Jiang Xiaoqing's scream came to an abrupt end.

The cat jumped dexterously and easily jumped onto her shoulders. The sharp claws on the cat's claws pressed against her neck.

Jiang Xiaoqing dared not speak out anymore.

She only felt a warm feeling on her lower body, and the water stains slowly wet her pants.

This is the first time Jiang Xiaoqing has been scared by a cat to tremble when she has lived for thirty years.

"Don't...don't kill me, please..."

After Jiang Xiaoqing finished speaking, she felt that she must be crazy.

She was begging for mercy to a cat!

But she was completely in a state of panic.

Almost subconsciously act according to the conditioned brain reflex.

And the black cat seemed to have great human wisdom. After hearing her say it, it jumped off her shoulder.

The claws hit the ground, and they were so agile that they did not make a sound.

Only then did Jiang Xiaoqing notice that there was a small bag hanging around the cat's neck, which looked like it was used by a lady.

The black cat put the bag on the ground and raised his claws.

It seemed to be signaling her to check the contents in her bag.

Jiang Xiaoqing did as he did.

The cat could appear in her house in an instant, and then climbed onto her shoulders at an extremely fast speed to see.

Jiang Xiaoqing felt that she had no power to fight back in the black cat's claws.

Squat down and carefully opened the bag.

There is nothing in it except a mobile phone.

But the case and decoration of the phone made her feel cold.

After a month of close preparation, she could clearly understand the appearance, brand, and model of Ye Ying's mobile phone.

It is to facilitate the convenience of keeping it completely consistent with the status bar above Ye Ying’s phone when taking screenshots.

She observed for a long time. Ye Ying used her mobile phone many times during the live broadcast. She carefully recorded every detail.

Is this Ye Ying’s mobile phone?

She trembled and cut open the unlocked screen and flipped through the call history.

There were dozens of missed calls, and all of them were displayed were her own mobile phone number.

It was exactly the same as the time when she called Ye Ying angrily just pretending to be a victim.

It’s Ye Ying’s phone!

That...this cat??

It's really a hell!!
To be continued...