The female reporter, after grabbing a staff member and asking questions, was speechless with astonishment at the answer: "What else? Were there any casualties?"
"They're digging!" The firefighters, carrying heavy equipment, pushed him aside: "Get out of there, don't block the way!"
"I didn't ask you!" the reporter shouted angrily at his retreating figure, then quickly grabbed a doctor in a white coat: "Doctor, what's the situation with the casualties? We need to publish the story—"
"We haven't even dug anything yet, and you're already helping out!" The doctor handed the reporter a detector without further ado: "Point it at the ground and poke! Press this! ...Oh dear, why did you throw that microphone away?"
...
Wen Zheng watched their argument from the tree, his thirst for knowledge no less than that of the female reporter.
He needs to know whether there were any casualties. Whether there were or not would make a world of difference in the nature of the incident and the level of attention it would receive.
God help Bei Sining not to think that killing is a small matter. Although Wen Zheng thinks it's not, he hasn't discussed values with the cat spirit. What if he does?
Wen Zheng's heartbeat was slow but strong, his pulse pounding heavily. He waited until the sun rose before he heard the affirmative conclusion.
There were no casualties.
There were only three researchers on duty. Apparently because the water supply to the base had been cut off, they went to the gatehouse to ask the security guard for tea. That's when the explosion happened inside.
The source of the explosion has not yet been determined, and the investigators are in a state of panic. The analysis machines keep churning out reports, but everything is normal.
"What the hell?!" one investigator cried out in despair. "Every room is blown up! Can you believe it? The explosions are more evenly distributed than chicken wings, the source detectors can't even identify them... The terrorists couldn't have planted bombs in every room, let alone clean-reactive ones, and they could control them remotely... Captain, did I misspoke? Even if the National Security Bureau came with all their equipment, they couldn't have made this kind of noise, could they?!"
"Captain!" Another person appeared in a hurry, and Wen Zheng, who was about to slip away, stopped in his tracks because of his words.
"All the embryos were blown up, but there was no biological or blood reaction in the live laboratory."
Wen Zheng: "..." So they brought out the kittens first?
As dawn broke in the east, the sun gradually illuminated the edges of the large tree. It was morning, and a group from the Galaxy Group arrived. Taking advantage of the chaos, Wen Zheng jumped down from the tree and hurriedly left.
The fact that Bei Sining cannot be traced at the moment does not mean that she will never be traced.
And then there are those kittens, where to take them is a problem... There are hundreds of them, it's obvious where to put them. Wen Zheng is sleep-deprived, and as soon as his tense nerves relax even slightly, his head feels like it's going to explode.
However, after the anger subsided, I felt a little sorry for her. How upset must she have been to cause such a big destruction?
After walking a short distance and confirming it was safe, Wen Zheng planned to call a car to go to Xiao Huangmao's pet supply store.
Bei Sining and Xiao Huangmao are very close. After hanging up on me, she must have felt guilty and most likely ran off there.
As he was thinking this, an arm suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbed his neck, and twisted him around.
"..." Wen Zheng was so frightened that his mind went blank, and he almost reflexively threw the opponent over his shoulder. Fortunately, Bei Sining shouted in time, "What are you doing here!?"
"...If you show up suddenly like this again, I—" Wen Zheng took a couple of breaths, then waved his hand and changed the subject: "Did you deliberately hang up on me?"
Bei Sining was wearing a gray trench coat, her hair was tied up in a high ponytail for the first time, her face was ugly, and she said through gritted teeth: "My phone is dead!"
"No... I know everything." Wen Zheng led him two steps towards the green belt, completely forgetting about romance at this moment. "You did it, didn't you? I saw you making hand gestures yesterday. Is this the power of your cat spirits?"
"Ah..." Bei Sining paused, bewildered: "What are you talking about?"
“…………” Wen Zheng took a deep breath.
You shouldn't hit a cat in the street.
Hitting someone is also not allowed.
After repeatedly reciting mantras in his mind to control his emotions, he finally said, "Even now, don't you trust me?"
Bei Sining's reaction was a vehement denial, and to be honest, Wen Zheng was very disappointed.
In his eyes, the free-spirited cat spirit shouldn't be so stubborn, especially not towards him.
I'm a little hurt.
Bei Sining didn't speak, her gaze shifting repeatedly before finally settling on a cold and indifferent look.
"What misunderstanding do you have about me?" Bei Sining's voice had never been so low, and it even felt unfamiliar to Wen Zheng: "Is it because of this misunderstanding that you're being nice to me?"
“…Huh?” Wen Zheng was suddenly startled.
“You think I’m a cat? How could you have such an absurd idea?” Bei Sining said, looking down.
Wen Zheng didn't speak, feeling as if a cold draft was leaking through a hole in his heart.
"A cat spirit? How special! It's worth your time to treat it well, right? Unfortunately, it's not true. I'm just an ordinary person." Bei Sining said quickly, "Maybe it's a bit pretty, but so what? It's just a person, you can see them anywhere. I can't give you what you want, whether it's fame, fortune, or anything else."
"Shut up." Wen Zheng's eyes were red. "I just like you."
“…You like your imagination, don’t you?” Bei Sining said coldly.
Like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly erupting, Wen Zheng's muscles were screaming to release. By the time he reacted, he had already grabbed Bei Sining's collar, his right fist clenched, raised, trembling, and hesitant to bring it down.
Suddenly a water truck drove up in the morning light. They didn't notice it and were drenched from head to toe in the cold winter water.
Wen Zheng suddenly came to his senses, slowly loosened his grip, his eyes were red, and he was dripping wet and disheveled.
This wasn't the clothes he wanted to wear, nor was it the scene he had imagined, but the words had already been spoken, and there was no second chance.
This is a million times more embarrassing than being rejected after confessing your feelings.
"I understand." Wen Zheng stared at him, feeling the heavy water droplets on his eyelashes. "It's okay if you don't admit it, I'll just say it one more time, listen carefully."
“I, Wen Zheng, have known for a long time that you are Da Hei. I have no proof. I like cats and I like people. I am happy when I see cats, and I am happy when I see you. I want to be with you forever, get married, and sleep in the same bed. I don’t want anything in return.”
"I thought if you rejected me, it was because you didn't like me."
"Now I know."
Cool water droplets dripped onto her eyelashes.
The thick, soaked coat clung to my body like some kind of iron torture device.
He said awkwardly, "Bei Sining, you are a coward."
***
With her hair dripping wet, Bei Sining returned to the little yellow-haired man's pet store in a daze, transformed back into a cat, and slipped through the unlocked back door into the basement.
His fur was all wet, but he was too lazy to lick it or use magic to dry himself. He just quietly nestled in the long-haired sofa.
Wen Zheng cried. Did he cry?
The only thought that kept replaying in Bei Sining's mind was that he had said he liked him, and he had cried.
"roar……"
A frustrated roar came from Mao Mao, and soon after, strange meowing sounds filled the room.
Bei Sining buried herself in her work for a while, then jumped up and strolled to a row of bamboo baskets. It was the group of lab kittens.
He just lied to Wen Zheng that he didn't cause the explosion, so he has to hide these cats. Otherwise, when Wen Zheng remembers and comes looking for them, he'll be exposed. Let's send them back to the mountains. Xiao Huang and his family still have a bunch of great-grandfathers and great-grandfathers back in their hometown. They shouldn't have any trouble taking care of these half-dead little creatures.
"These idiots." Bei Sining disgustedly poked at a few baskets with her paws, and seeing that their bellies were all bulging, she knew that Little Yellow Hair had been fed.
After deciding where to send the little ones, Bei Sining lay down dejectedly again, swishing her tail restlessly from side to side.
Should we go back? Yes, let's go back.
Look, is he crying? Look.
Hesitating, I closed my eyes, only to see a blood-red expanse for the first time in a long time.
Red silk, spilled wine, and messy footprints left by others.
"What do you know?" someone sneered. "A mere demon cultivator... you think you understand human emotions and love?"
"...I was just kidding."
"The Fate Cat...a rare and precious treasure..."
"What do you know..."
"Of course I like you, I like you the most."
...
"Roar—" Bei Sining jumped off the sofa in a frenzy, circled the pile of bamboo baskets three times, and then, without saying goodbye to the little blond-haired boy, hurriedly went upstairs and ran into the street.
He went to see if Wen Zheng had cried.
He could no longer like humans.
no way.
He entered the residential area from the bushes with lightning speed, then slowed down and arrived outside Wen Zheng's house.
The window he had used to go out last night was already closed. Bei Sining hesitated, not daring to go through the wall, and slowly approached the gate.
Before it could get close enough, Wen Zheng suddenly opened the door and was stunned to see Da Hei.
Wen Zheng seemed to have calmed down. He had showered and changed his clothes, and his hair, which was a hundred times easier to dry than his own, was dry and crisp, as if his earlier dishevelment had never existed. The flush of anger on his face had disappeared, and it had returned to its normal tan color. Only upon very close observation could one see that the corners of his eyes were slightly red.
"Big Black?" he greeted, his expression unreadable, and calmly asked, "Where did you go last night?"
It was clearly the attitude Bei Sining wanted, but something just felt off.
Bei Sining let out a soft growl and raised its paw to fiddle with the racing badge it wore around its neck.
"Hmm." Wen Zheng didn't hug it, but said, "We still have a competition today, so we'll leave in a bit."
Bei Sining breathed a sigh of relief. Wen Zheng didn't cry... Did he believe him? Thinking this, he followed the person inside, not seeing the slight upturn of Wen Zheng's lips.
A regular cat, huh? Okay. Let's see how long you can stay that way.
Author's Note: Driverless sprinkler truck: Happy work every morning.
(Big Black will reflect and grow! There's still some time for the story to gel, but if I do the math, we'll be all sweet in a week. See you tomorrow!)
(Please fatten me up, everyone, but don't forget about me while you're at it 555...)
(Also, I've seen many readers mentioning in the comments that they've seen duplicate chapters. I have 80% anti-piracy protection enabled, meaning you need to reach that subscription percentage to see the latest chapter. If you've read pirated versions and then come back to buy the new chapters, you can resolve this by buying my earlier VIP chapters and clearing your cache. I checked, and pirate websites have already pirated up to chapter 63, which is very frustrating for the author. If you've actually read pirated versions, please don't tell me, it just makes me cry... Thank you so much to all the little angels who support the official version, you are the best!)
Chapter 69
Around the green lawn of the stadium.
Did you wake up last night?
"No, I just saw the news this morning..."