Unlucky black cat

It rained during the night.

The young man had been busy for a long time. Jiang Sheng looked at his computer screen and roughly guessed what he was doing.

The young man is a copy editor. In a broad sense, he is a freelance writer who makes a living by providing manuscripts for various websites. At the same time, he seems to be writing his own novel.

For example, just now, the young man was correcting a flaw in his article.

However, he seemed to have encountered some difficulties, which caused him to be intermittently finalizing the text, and he would often pull his hair twice in distress.

Fortunately, his hair volume is pretty good, otherwise he might have gone bald before too long.

It is worth mentioning that since being slapped away by Jiang Sheng, the resentment on the young man's neck seems to have become much calmer.

At least so far, it has not surged uncontrollably.

It seemed to be afraid of Jiang Sheng's existence, and it seemed to be accumulating strength, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack with all its strength.

However, Jiang Sheng didn't want to give it this chance.

Now that he has gained an advantage, he must of course pursue the victory and find a way to assimilate his resentment as soon as possible.

It's a pity that Black Cat can't control his resentment.

Therefore, it could only stand behind the young man, about one meter away, waiting for the reaction that would occur during the contact between the two masses of black mist.

As I said before, one point and five meters is the limit that Jiang Sheng's resentment can currently extend.

Standing at such a distance, it can grasp the sense of proportion to a certain extent.

As long as both parties show signs of losing control, it can actively separate its own grievances from the interaction by widening the distance between them.

It even wanted to use this to draw out the black energy from the young man's body in batches.

So, while the young man was revising the article, Jiang Sheng was also busy minding his own business.

Walking forward for a while, retreating for a while, like a wild cat that is afraid of strangers.

Finally, after continuing to observe for nearly two hours, it finally discovered some patterns.

In other words, Jiang Sheng additionally discovered the behavioral logic of the black energy entangled in him.

Resentments will indeed attack each other.

All their actions seem to exist to strengthen themselves.

In addition, the manifestation of the soul being eroded by resentment is probably the arrival of bad luck.

So, am I also being eroded by resentment?

Jiang Sheng thought, but did not stay away from the youth because of this.

He just allowed his own resentment to attack the black mist in the opponent's body, and gradually expanded it.

The process of grievances devouring each other is extremely long, and can almost be described as cannibalizing.

Jiang Sheng realized that he should have been too cautious before.

Although it itself cannot deal with the resentment, the strength of the resentment that coexists with it is obviously enough to suppress the residue trapped on the young man's neck.

But this process was particularly obscure, so Jiang Sheng didn't see any clues until now.

At this moment, the black mist around the young man's neck was gathering, like a small group of soldiers surrounded by a heavy siege.

The trapped beast still fights, but there is no way to save it.

Almost every ten minutes, there would be a trace of black energy, which was torn from the opponent's body by Jiang Sheng's resentment and swallowed into his belly.

As for the wisp of external black energy, it would take about thirty minutes to separate a trace of resentment from around Jiang Sheng and use it as food.

The result of this back and forth gap is naturally that the weak ones become weaker and the huge ones become bigger.

However, this progress is too slow.

If this continues, Jiang Sheng speculates that he will have to stay with the young man for at least a week before he can eat up and wipe it clean of this resentment.

Forget it, just stay.

Anyway, this person's situation is already in dire straits, and I don't have anything to do, so I'll just eat and drink.

The lazy black cat thought this way, and even jumped directly onto the nearby window sill and lay down on the side of a potted plant.

While looking at the dim street lights outside the window and the raindrops hitting the glass, I yawned.

The sound of typing on the keyboard, mixed with the sound of rain, seemed unusually quiet and harmonious.

If you ignore the uneasy black fog in the room, and if the young man sitting in front of the computer doesn't have a sad face, this might be a good night.

Unfortunately, things are not always perfect, so people have to learn to compromise.

Summer, rainy night, black cat.

A hut, a potted plant, and a floodlit computer screen.

Some things will eventually leave, some things are still waiting, and some things have not yet arrived.

Jiang Sheng leaned against the window and suddenly felt his heart twitch.

When the resentment on the young man dissipated a little, and when the resentment on it expanded a little more.

But it just wagged its tail, squinting its eyes and silently experiencing the carefreeness of being a cat.

Jiang Sheng is a guy with a clear stand and usually only does what he should do.

However, it can occasionally be nosy.

…

The next day, Jiang Sheng woke up to a disturbing cell phone ringtone.

When it wiped its eyes and turned around to look, the young man with messy hair had already answered the phone on the pillow.

Judging from the other party's gloomy expression and thick dark circles under his eyes, the young man probably didn't sleep well last night.

Hey, ah, Mom, what's wrong?

Seeing the young man immediately sitting up from the bed, he rubbed his brows and revealed a labored smile.

Jiang Sheng remained silent in sympathy.

People who live alone outside will always try to be as relaxed as possible when receiving a call from home. The purpose is just to reassure their family members. This has often been the case before.

Get up, I got up early, you didn't disturb me.

As the young man spoke, he got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

Ah, it's good. There's nothing busy. Don't you know what I do? After I finish writing the manuscript every day, I have nothing to do. Occasionally I can go out and relax.

The voices in the bathroom were accompanied by the sound of running water, which made Jiang Sheng helplessly support the drooping branches and leaves of the potted plant.

Oh, by the way, my salary for this month has been deposited on my card. I have two thousand in my hand, and the rest will be kept at home.

You and dad should take good care of yourselves. Don't always try to save money. You have white porridge and pickles for breakfast every day. Pickles cause cancer. I have told you several times that you don't listen.

I have enough. Don't worry, I only left two thousand, and the other miscellaneous royalties haven't arrived yet, so don't worry.

Uh, let's talk about a girlfriend. Damn, I just graduated, why are you in a hurry? Besides, the epidemic has been so severe in the past two years, how can I dare to go out and run around.

After probably finishing washing, the young man walked out of the bathroom and hung a towel on the balcony.

At the same time, the windows were opened, letting in the fresh air after the rain.

Although the things in his house were messy, there wasn't much junk that really needed to be cleaned up.

This is a good thing, at least it makes it less smelly.

Ah, hands?

Oh, it's much better. I can basically straighten it now. If I bend it, it's about 120 degrees, which is almost like an ordinary person. You know, didn't the rehabilitation doctor say that I'm recovering very well? What are you still worried about?

With that said, the young man stood in the room again and moved his left arm.

The elbow of that hand cannot be fully straightened or bent, which seems to have some sequelae.

It seems that his situation in life is not very good.

Jiang Sheng thought, stood up and shook his neck.

Well, in the morning, the multigrain porridge I had in the morning was just a mixture of chopped bananas and dried nuts, mixed with rice and thrown into a pressure cooker. It was not bad, it was quite delicious. Oh, don't underestimate me. During the Chinese New Year, didn’t I make you Coca-Cola chicken wings, garlic shrimps, etc., weren’t they all delicious?”

As he was talking, he didn't know where he heard the recipe from, but the young man directly grabbed a bucket of instant noodles in his hand.

Jiang Sheng rolled his eyes.

Good guy, this guy is pretty good at cooking. It's a good thing he can cook it in time.