Dreamland Guide

The moment the lightning came on, raindrops fell crouching and splashing dust on the ground. The electric light illuminates the night passerby, and then sinks into the darker darkness. The dull thunder sounded, rumbling like the earth in the distance was collapsing.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and the long grass on the river bank is lowered by the wind, revealing a pair of bright yellow-green eyes.

It watched vigilantly, confirming that there would be no more pedestrians on the road, and then walked out of the wild grass and shook the water on its body. However, the heavy rain quickly made it wetter. It simply ignored it, slowly stretched out its front and rear feet, made a very long stretch, and then slowly retracted, relaxed and took a light step, onto the path in the dark night. Only in the middle of the rainy night can its footsteps be so calm, and its tight nerves can be completely relaxed.

It enjoys this feeling, how many days it has not been so comfortable!

There was a street light ahead. Although the light was dim, it still nervously stopped and looked around, lifting one foot in the air, and then it fell down for a long time. He meowed, probably mocking his caution and timidity. However, it knew in its heart that if it hadn't, its life would have been long gone.

The rain was still falling, constantly washing its body, and the sticky sludge was hydrated and rushed down its back. The dirt accumulated for many days was washed away by the rain, revealing its orange color, and a faint yellow mist floated in the dim light of the street lamp.

Close to the communities where humans live, there are towering buildings, and scattered lights show through neat square windows.

It thought of its little owner again, but it was a pity that he couldn't go back. It knows that going back will cause trouble to the owner, and the owner can't keep himself. Fortunately, it is familiar with the wandering life. In its first half of life, it has always been such a wandering life.

There is no longer a leisurely stroll here. It hid in the shadow ridgeline under the fence, ran forward tens of meters along the fence, and then ran up to a tree next to it.

Squatting on the branch and looking into the wall, it's fine, no one. There are a few trash cans over there. Probably because of the heavy rain, the garbage collector did not come at night, and the trash bin was still full, which gave it a chance to have a full meal.

It squatted back, arched its back and kicked **** its hind legs, jumping from the branches to the top of the wall. I don't know if the rain has increased the weight of the body, or the hunger for several days has exhausted the physical energy. This distance that I can skip casually in the past seems a bit hard to jump today, and I almost missed the place. Fortunately, the front paws climbed onto the bricks on the wall, and after a few kicks on the wall with the hind feet, they went up.

It gasped for a few breaths, the rain penetrated its nose, a chill came, and he sneezed.

Jumped off the wall, climbed up the trash can, it rummaged in it with its paws. The rain concealed the rancidity of garbage, but it also brought difficulties to the digging work.

It finally found some meat that looked intact from it, and it immediately gobbled it up. I'm so hungry!

The rain followed its forehead and cheeks into its mouth, swallowing it with the food. It sneezed again, and the cool chill penetrated from the stomach to the skin. It feels a little dizzy, and its limbs are limp. The raindrops seemed to have turned into ice particles and hit the body heavily.

It instinctively feels that it should find a place to avoid the rain, it is best to have a stove to dry the soaked hair.

But hunger conquered everything.

It continued to flip through the trash can, hoping to find better food, such as a whole fish that was only half eaten, and if lucky, it could find a whole meal that was packaged but not eaten, then it could bring it back. His temporary residence—behind the wild reeds on the river beach—is taken as breakfast for tomorrow.

But it underestimated the power of the wind and cold, and the body, already weak from hunger, trembled, and its feet began to vainly grasp things.

It wants to go home. But the half of the fish's tail exposed in a black plastic bag caught its footsteps. When it stretched out its paws to hook up, it suddenly turned black, turned over from the trash can, and fell heavily to the ground full of water.

It managed to stand up, staggered two steps, and fell again with a bang, splashing water.

From the sound of wind and rain came the sound of footsteps.

It knows someone is coming. However, it couldn't move its body, and couldn't lift its head heavy.

Are you finally dying?

It wants to struggle one more time, but even if it is full of power, it can only make its limbs twitch twice weakly.

Forget it, so be it.

That's a relief.

No more hiding in Tibet, no more eating rancid garbage.

The raindrops turned into pearls, like stars falling from the sky. It saw a group of little girls picking up colorful pearls all the way and throwing them to the sky. The dark sky suddenly became bright. It saw a very big crow flying by under the sky, croaking. It saw its little owner beckoning to it with cat food...

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The blind woman was wearing a black raincoat, carrying a stick on her shoulders, carrying a snakeskin bag on one end of the stick, and walking along the road with stagnant water.

When it got to the front of the trash can, it put down the snakeskin bag and used the bent iron hook on the stick head to dig through the bucket. The blind woman can only see with one eye, but she can still accurately find useful things like plastic bottles in the dark mess, pick them out and put them in a snakeskin bag.

"Ah, it's a pity, the cardboard is soaked in the rain!" She held a wet cardboard box and looked at it for a long time. She was very disappointed, and finally threw it away.

"Hey, what's on the ground?" She took a photo with a flashlight and saw a cat lying there. "Why are there dead cats?"

Of course, the blind woman knows about the killing cat order~www.readwn.com~ I haven't seen a cat in the community for a long time, and I haven't heard a cat barking.

Is it God's favor, to make me a fortune tonight? She thought so. A few thousand yuan is not a small amount for her!

She picked up the cat from the water resistance, touched it, and it was cold. It seems that I still breathe, and I can feel the faint heartbeat in my chest.

It’s fine if you don’t die. I heard that the money will go to whoever dies.

The blind woman pinched her hand to the cat's neck, but forgot that she needed to take pictures of the killing process with her mobile phone and upload it to the Internet, or find a monitored place to do this.

She pressed her fingers slightly, and the throat tube under the soft fur moved imperceptibly, and a faint meow sounded in her ear. I don't know if it was auditory hallucinations or cat barking.

The blind woman's heart twitched, and she remembered the cat she had raised.

"Oh, pitiful!" She put her hand away, put the cat in the snakeskin bag, and walked back when she carried it on her back. "Go back and take a bath for you, roast it, and it depends on your good fortune. !"