"You really don't keep me for the night?"

Standing at the door, the butterfly felt a little disappointed.

Mark grinned and said, "Go home, little girl!"

"Call me Lingbutterfly!"

Lingdie raised her chin and whispered: "From today, I will call this."

"Goodbye, little girl."

Mark laughed again and closed the door.

Lingdie pursed her lips, but suddenly laughed and left in a happy mood.

Behind the door, Mark pressed his sideburns with a headache.

This girl is getting harder to deal with.

“Meow~”

The sheriff ran to Mark and hooked Mark's trousers.

Mark smiled and picked it up, saying, "Do you think so?"

"Meow!"

"Hey! This is not possible. I am not a beast. I'm going to attack a little girl!"

Smiling, Mark reached out and flicked the black cat's nose.

The black cat looked at Mark with tears in his eyes, covering his nose with his two little paws, and then meowed in Mark's arms.

"Haha!" Mark laughed and said, "You greedy cat is so edible."

This cat is not only able to eat, but also only cooked ones.

Mark grabbed the cat's chin and said, "Wait, I'll get you fish."

"Hululu!"

The black cat made a pleasant sound.

Putting a fried fish into the cat bowl, Mark walked into the bathroom.

Although this place is small, it has everything you should have.

A bathroom, a bedroom, and a comprehensive area that combines the living room, kitchen and dining room.

The black cat walked to the cat bowl and looked at the shadow reflected on the bathroom glass door. A paw that was exploring the fish suddenly twisted and deformed, like a phantom, becoming a hand.

But this situation only lasted for a few seconds and then returned to normal.

"Woo Meow!"

The black cat screamed in annoyance and despair, looked at the delicious fish in front of him and started to eat it in big mouthfuls.

Only by eating can it relieve its worries.

...

Twist!

Early in the morning, Mark's door was knocked.

Having got up and preparing breakfast Mark looked outside, whispering: "This psychopath, I'm here so early again."

Neuropathy?

Hearing this, the black cat beside him stood up.

Mark walked to the door and opened the door. Wade squeezed in without saying a word. Looking at Mark's breakfast, his eyes lit up and said, "Hey, it's really time for me to come. I want two eggs, a ham, and the eggs should be cooked in five minutes."

Mark twitched, but the sheriff who had been lying quietly screamed, kicked his legs, and four claws popped out their sharp nails and grabbed Wade's face.

"Wow! Mark! Take care of your cat!"

Wade screamed, dodged the sheriff's paws and rushed into the room.

Mark closed the door expressionlessly and said without hesitation: "I deserve it!"

Wade, a lunatic, came to him last time, and when he finished his meal and went to the bathroom, he actually wanted to wipe the sheriff's butt. If the sheriff hadn't reacted quickly and made several holes in Wade's butt, that guy would have succeeded.

So, from that day on, one person and one cat became enemies and they were beaten as soon as they met.

Letting a person and a cat go to make a fuss, Mark went to prepare breakfast.

A few minutes later, Wade sat at the dining table with several injuries on his face, and the sheriff also lost a tuft of hair, protecting his cat bowl angrily, and looking at Wade with a bad look.

"Hiss!" Wade touched his face and said, "This cat almost ruined my handsome face. If it weren't for your cat, I would have shot it with one shot."

"If you dare to do this, I will kill you."

Mark said coldly and placed a breakfast in front of Wade.

"Meow, Meow, Meow!"

The sheriff waved his tail proudly and started to eat his own breakfast.

Wade took a knife and fork and stirred the two eggs together. After smiling satisfied, he ate it clean with bread and ham. When Mark was cleaning up the tableware, he said to Mark: "Do you want to go and see the situation today?"

This time the mission is tricky and the information is incomplete, so they need to collect it.

Mark said lightly: "Get the information collected and then leave it to me to kill him."

"Hey! Do you really treat me as a killer?"

Wade stood up and walked out the door with dissatisfaction, saying, "Don't worry, leave it to me this time."

He is not a soft-hearted person. Although he really wants to do so, as a man, he has to be tough once in a while.

Mark looked at Wade, pondered, and said, "Okay."

Wade smiled and left quickly, but after walking out of the door, he turned back to Mark and smiled, "Love you!"

Mark twitched his mouth and couldn't hold his forehead.

This is a psychopath.

...

There is no moon tonight, and the dark clouds seem to fall down at any time, making people feel extremely dull.

In a high-end restaurant, a man with meticulous hair and a beautiful mustache was holding a cigar and smiling at the man in front of him who was sweating coldly.

But the background of the two was the corpse on the same floor.

The mustached man smiled slightly, pressed the cigar in his hand on the dining table, left a charred mark on the white tablecloth, picked up a knife and fork and slowly cut the steak in front of him and put it in his mouth.

“It tastes good.”

The bearded man praised, but the man opposite him was sweating coldly. He looked at a figure standing behind the bearded man, and looked at the figure closest to the bearded man, rolled his dry throat and said, "Let me go, I will give you everything."

The bearded man ate the steak leisurely and said, "Do you think you still have the capital to negotiate with me?"

The man opened his mouth and breathed slowly, and said coldly: "If you kill me, you will not get that batch of goods."

The bearded man paused slightly when cutting the steak and sighed, "It's true, it really bothers me."

A hint of joy flashed in the man's eyes.

The mustached man suddenly grinned and said, "But killing you will make me happier!"

Pull out the gun and aim...

"Bang!"

The joy in the man's eyes has not yet dissipated, but there is a blood hole in his head.

“duang!”

The body smacked on the dining table, making a muffled sound, and the blood quickly soaked the tablecloth, while the mustached man smiled happily and started eating the steak bite after bite.

In this ghost place, only "eat people" can survive!

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a figure threw the bearded man to the ground.

The next moment, a bullet shattered the glass, rubbed the figure's body and landed on the wall of the restaurant, leaving a shallow pit.

A bloodstain flashed on the figure's body. The figure stood up and looked into the distance with its wolf-like eyes.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The mustached man roared angrily, and his calmness just now was torn to pieces by the sudden bullet.

At that moment, he felt that he could smell the breath of death.

"Logan, kill him for me!"
Chapter completed!