Unlucky black cat

Maybe it’s because of the recurring epidemic.

After all, there were fewer pedestrians on the streets than in the past.

Considering that you stay in one place all the time, the benefits are not high.

So after He Wen and Kashiwagi separated, they prepared to change the place to distribute leaflets.

But just when the young man was about to leave this pedestrian street.

A familiar voice suddenly called him from behind.

What about that, little brother, please wait a moment.

Um?

Looking back in surprise, He Wen discovered.

The person chasing after him turned out to be the middle-aged man who had just talked to him.

can I help you?

After glancing at the man in confusion, He Wen pulled the backpack on his shoulder.

Oh, nothing.

Kashiwagi smiled as harmlessly as possible. He obviously felt that there was something wrong with He Wen.

At the same time, he also knew very well that if he wanted to retain the young man, he had to find a proper reason.

But he had no excuses, so he could only talk nonsense in desperation.

Just, can I see your cat first?

This, of course.

He Wen had no doubt that he was there, and smiled in relief, then put the backpack in front of him, and then opened the zipper.

Look, it's right here, and it's always peaceful.

To be honest, Baimu didn't call He Wen to see some pet cat. He just subconsciously suspected that the young man had something to do with supernatural beings because of his inspiration at that moment.

In addition, if a spirit really wants to attack ordinary people, then he must take some precautions no matter what.

At least leave a mark for future long-term observation or tracking.

Really, looking at it this way, he is indeed quite well-behaved.

He lowered his head absentmindedly and glanced at the black cat in the pet bag.

Kashiwagi's left hand turned over in the dark, and immediately, a white note the size of his index finger was held in his hand.

There is a saying, even though he looks rude and thick, his hands are quite dexterous.

Therefore, in the blink of an eye, the pieces of paper that I didn't know where they came from were neatly folded into a paper man.

There's something wrong with this guy...

At the same time, Jiang Sheng, who was lying in his backpack, also noticed something unusual.

Because it discovered that the man wearing a black shirt in front of him actually had a light blue soul.

The souls of ordinary people are basically difficult to see clearly for black cats, and most of them are even invisible at all.

Because their souls are too light and not condensed enough.

Just like He Wen, his soul can only vaguely touch Jiang Sheng's perception.

Only souls with deep obsessions will appear in the black cat's vision.

And those spirit bodies, without exception, are all milky white and translucent images.

It wasn't until this moment that Jiang Sheng saw a second soul with completely different appearance and color.

A soul that can make it feel dangerous.

What is this, a superpower?

Unable to determine whether the visitor was an enemy or a friend, Jiang Sheng's claws popped out almost immediately.

Speaking of which, has it been vaccinated?

While distracting He Wen, Kashiwagi hid the paper man in his hand and stuck it on his backpack.

I don't know, I just picked it up a few days ago.

He Wen didn't notice Kashiwagi's little movements, or in other words, he didn't have much defense at the moment.

After all, he has no psychic vision, and as an adult male, the chance of encountering a crime in such a public place is very small.

Therefore, at this moment, he was completely focused on answering Kashiwagi's questions.

Well, actually I quite like these little guys. He quietly glanced at the paper man who looked normal.

Kashiwagi extended his hand to the young man again, grinning at the same time as if he wanted to shake hands.

How about this. If you don't find the owner in the end, just contact me. I'm willing to adopt it.

Really, that's great. I'm worried that I don't have enough energy to raise a cat.

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, a smile appeared on He Wen's face.

His hand was about to reach Kashiwagi.

Meow!

Jiang Sheng, who was still squatting in his backpack, suddenly jumped up and slapped the paper man out of Kashiwagi's hand with his paw.

This... The sudden change stunned both of them.

next moment.

The white paper slowly falling from the air burned into ashes.

There was silence.

Gudu... Until Kashiwagi stood there and swallowed softly.

He finally understood why his inspiration, which had always been undisciplined, had issued such a strong warning before.

The reason is undoubtedly that he met a being that he cannot mess with.

Psychic test paper: a simple tool often used by ordinary psychics. They are able to discern the strength of psychic energy at extremely close contact. At the same time, it can also be folded into different shapes to exert different functions.

Paper figures are one of its common uses.

The function is to identify, mark, and track.

Discernment is to discern the strength of the spiritual energy being touched.

A mark is a mark of its own location.

Tracking means that the user can sense the movement of the paper man at any time.

To put it bluntly, it is a positioning calculation device.

Moreover, the positioning can only locate the physical target carrying the paper man, and the measurement can only measure the object in contact.

Kashiwagi's original idea was to use paper figures to confirm whether the young man had a spirit.

If not, forget it.

If there is, he can hide the paper man in the young man's pocket or backpack to monitor the young man's actions.

Who would have thought that his paper man was actually smashed to pieces by Jiang Sheng.

The spirit test paper is not strong, but burning it is definitely not an easy task.

There must be at least an evil spirit the size of one person to force the paper man to self-immolate.

And an evil spirit the size of one person, if sent out in full force, would be enough to exude misfortune that could kill people.

To put it more bluntly, being targeted by this evil spirit can cause you to become seriously ill, or even cause your heart to stop beating.

In short, whether you die or not depends entirely on whether the other person is hungry.

But why does such a huge evil spirit have no tendency to spread, but is concentrated on one cat?

Is there anything special about this cat?

No, I definitely can’t deal with it now. You have to withdraw first, and then make a long-term plan.

With this in mind, Kashiwagi turned around and left in a hurry without even saying goodbye to He Wenduo.

Spirits below the level of Wraith only have instincts, and this is a rare advantage for humans.

Psychic people usually do not fight with supernatural beings, and the lives and deaths of several or even dozens of people cannot affect their judgment.

There is no doubt that their ultimate goal is always to prevent a greater disaster.

To do this, they have to make trade-offs.