Chapter 46 Chapter Forty-Five

The feeling of the ice pillow bursting spread in the body, and the scream that entered the ear was extremely clear, but it was like a little thunder in a distant world. Zhirou stepped on the gas pedal expressionlessly until he encountered a signal light before stopping the car in front of the crosswalk.What did the one that was run over just now look like?It seems to be piebald, or three flowers, or a white cat? Shiro felt the gaze from the left, a man wearing a helmet was looking at him from a motorcycle. "What's wrong?" Shirou lowered the car window to ask, and the man also pulled off the visor of his helmet.

"You seem to have run over a cat." "What does it look like?" "It should be a white cat." Oh, it really is white.Shiro let out a low sigh. "and then?" Shirou's nonchalant question left the man speechless. Yeah, what would he like to do?Take the cat to the hospital?Or do you deeply repent for your crimes and cry bitterly on the spot? The man on the motorcycle glared at Shirou with dissatisfaction. "It suddenly jumped from the opposite side, and I can't help it." Shiro replied indifferently, not wanting to say anything more.

"I will never buy your machine, what kind of printing machine and copier, I will never buy it!" Shirou was driving the company's business car, and the man looked at the company logo on the car body with a look of disgust.As soon as the signal light started to flicker, he slammed the accelerator and drove away, leaving only a large cloud of exhaust gas on Zhirou's nose. Shiro started the car without haste.Most of the cars driving behind or on both sides have witnessed the scene of the stray cat being run over by themselves, and they, like the motorcycle man, stared at themselves with reproachful eyes.

Zhirou really wanted to tell these people everything that happened these days without reservation, no one would believe it anyway. For two weeks, he enjoyed his victory with conviction.Then, what greeted him was a nightmare day after day. For several days, the group of cats continued to commit suicide attacks with a frequency of once or twice a day. Sometimes, it's near the client's business. Sometimes, in residential areas with little traffic. Sometimes, it is on the main road full of traffic. All of this was by no means his intention, but Zhirou will bear a new life debt every day.No, it was a life-debt they imposed on him.

Fortunately, the cat group's suicide attack has not yet caused a traffic accident.Although he was in dangerous situations several times, he finally didn't get involved in passing vehicles, and Shirou himself was fine. This is also a matter of course. Shiro finally realized something was wrong when he ran over and killed the sixth cat in the parking lot of his client's company.Except for the part on the main road, the cats always choose to attack when the speed of the car is slow. What is the purpose of this? The emaciated Zhirou struggled to think of a reasonable explanation.When he imagined a certain possibility, his neck was instantly covered with ice.

Perhaps the purpose of the group of cats is not to use suicide attacks to cause traffic accidents, but to show him a "miserable death"?The reason why they sacrificed the lives of themselves and their companions was to drive Zhirou to a mental breakdown step by step? When dealing with Joachim and the decapitated cat corpses, the cat group witnessed their every move. At that time, their expressions and movements may have allowed them (or the ominous king) to grasp the weakness of human beings-death.To be precise, it is the fear of dead bodies.Perhaps they also know that, just keep attacking this weakness, creatures like humans will perish on their own sooner or later.

However, even if he could see through the intentions of the cat group, he was still powerless. No matter how much you want to avoid harming them, the cats are still attacking mesmerizingly.No matter how hard he tried to avoid their deaths, the cats still flocked to the wheel one after another. Under the wheel, how many ice pillows have already burst, how many dying screams have roared, circling in his ears endlessly.Now, even though Shiro wasn't driving the car, he could still hear the voice intermittently coming from nowhere. Every day that passed, his nerves became more tense, and his body and mind were truly consumed.

Enough is enough, I admit defeat. One day earlier is one day, let's escape from this small town as soon as possible-every night, Zhirou can only drink to drink with this thought in mind.Drunk to escape into dreamless deep slumber to hide for a while, and then to relive the tragedy at the wheel after dawn.Day after day, it's like hell. However, there is still a doubt in Zhirou's mind.All of this was really done by the king, did the king order the cats to launch suicide attacks? Of course, this doesn't mean that Shiro has any positive opinion of the enemy, after all, it is a beast that kills innocent babies.

However, just thinking about the night of the duel in the open space, Shiro couldn't believe that it would incite his subordinates to commit suicide attacks.That day, when the king appeared on the roof, it had every chance to shoot itself.At that time, he was blinded by the headlights of the car, and Oswald, who was acting as the bodyguard, was far away. For the king, it was an excellent opportunity to avenge the child. But the king didn't do that, it went straight past Shiro and attacked Oswald who was attacking the cats.Judging from the ending, this choice created a good opportunity for Zhirou, and the human beings who were originally in the prey position severely injured the king with a knife.

Rather than revenge, it resolutely chose to protect its companions. Such a guy would make the cats commit suicide attacks? Besides, the suicide attack would only directly lead to a sharp decrease in companions, and in the end it was the king himself who was in trouble.If it continues to be consumed like this, one day the cat population will be exhausted by itself. Is it so stupid that it doesn't even realize it?In other words, it has already made up its mind to give everything, and is willing to let Maoqun and Zhirou die together? In any case, no matter what considerations or attempts are hidden behind the scenes, the fact that cats continue to risk their lives to attack will not change.Will such attacks continue until the cat population is wiped out?And why are they willing to kill themselves, in order to show their loyalty to the king?

And how many lives would he be forced to take away? How many times have I had to experience the torment of stepping on an ice pillow? Shiro visited a client and was driving home, his nerves tensed for a long time were already in danger.He gripped the steering wheel tightly, and proceeded cautiously with several times the usual nervousness, worried that when and where another desperado would rush out.Shirou warned himself frightenedly that if he saw a figure making an attack, he must step on the brakes immediately. Guys who want to die, let them die—if he can be so cruel, he will definitely feel much better... However, a certain part of Shiro's heart still resolutely resists "death".He couldn't look directly at the severed and crushed corpses, and he couldn't calmly accept the end of his life. However, he had a premonition that if this continued, even this last trace of struggle would gradually disappear.When he completely loses this part, he will degenerate into another kind of person. The company building was already in sight, and Shiro slowed down as he thought about the tragic death of the Himalayan cat. At this moment, he found a cat sitting by the guardrail directly in front of the company.It was a white tabby with gray stripes, crouching alone in the shadows. Is this guy too...not motivated. Unlike the attackers so far, the white tabby did not appear to be attacking, maybe it is not with the king? The moment it noticed Zhirou's car, it immediately stood up, showing a look of impatience.Shiro couldn't help laughing. Playing people like monkeys is enough for me! Shirou felt thorns in his heart. The guy who is looking for death!If you want to die so much, I will fulfill you! Shiro stepped on the accelerator. The cat instantly showed a surprised expression. Although the timing was wrong, the white tabby still chose to rush up the driveway.Shiro couldn't help laughing, this guy is really the worst one so far.He stepped on the accelerator and accelerated forward. Suddenly, Shiro realized that a figure in a suit was standing in front of him.He finally regained his senses and stepped on the brakes to the bottom. The expected impact came as expected, the car sank forward forcefully, and immediately stopped abruptly.It was a close call, and it managed not to run over the man blocking the road. "Are you okay?" Zhirou hurriedly got out of the car and asked about the other party's situation. The man in a suit huddled up near the guardrail, showing an extremely painful expression. Sure enough, he was hurt somewhere... "It's dangerous! Suddenly rushing into the driveway like you!" "You are the one who is in danger!" The man staggered to his feet.Seeing the other person's appearance clearly, Zhirou couldn't help but exclaim. "Mr. Murakami!" "You are...Kasaka, right?" Murakami was holding the white tabby in his arms. "You clearly know that the kid is ahead, why do you speed up?" "No, I didn't..." Shiro swallowed nervously. "I saw it all. You knew there was a cat on the road but you deliberately accelerated. Why did you do this? Didn't you expect to run into it?" The white tabby is huddled in Murakami's arms in fear, and two bells, one red and one blue, hang side by side on its collar. "Are you hurt?" "I just fell down and hit the guardrail with my foot, but it didn't hurt. Don't talk about this, please answer me first, why did you do this?" Pedestrians stopped curiously and looked at the two of them, many of whom were colleagues from the company. Zhirou tried to pretend to be stupid, and smiled deliberately: "Mr. Murakami, you misunderstood. I was about to drive the car into the parking lot, how could I speed up?" Murakami grabbed Shiro's wrist and said angrily, "No, you did speed up, as if you were going to run over the cat on purpose." Shiro swung Murakami's grip vigorously, and said, "Please don't talk nonsense." "What's wrong, Kasaka?" Zhong Ben squeezed from the crowd of onlookers to the side of the two, interrupting the intensified confrontation in time. "Nakamoto...Mr. Murakami went too far and said that I planned to kill the cat." Inadvertently, Joachim's body lying in a pool of blood came to mind.Shiro fell silent for a moment. The corpses of cats were revived from the cemetery of memory, and appeared in front of his eyes one after another. Joachim in a garbage bag. The cat's head cut off by the door panel, the section of the neck. The Himalaya, which was crushed by the wheels, and its companions... How many did you kill? "Hey, Kazaka." Seeing that Shiro was silent, Nakamoto could only pat him on the shoulder. "I didn't kill it!" Zhirou yelled suddenly, "I didn't kill it, I didn't kill it! Never killed it, not once!" It's incredible. The roar fueled the raging flames in his heart, he knew that he was speechless, but he couldn't stop at all. At some point, Shiro grabbed the cloth on Murakami's chest. "Kasaka! Stop, don't make trouble!" Zhirou knew that Nakamoto was hugging him desperately, but he knew that Gui knew, but his body acted without authorization. "You have the guts to say it again! Who killed the cat? I didn't kill it! They wanted to die without authorization!" The king, the prince, Joachim, Jingoro, Louis...the ones he knew and the ones he didn't know, the figures of countless cats frantically flashed back and forth in his mind. "Ha, you actually said that I killed cats? Are you out of your mind again? It's better to go to the hospital for a checkup!" "You give me enough!" Nakamoto slapped Zhirou on the cheek, and the burning pain finally stopped the unbridled madness.Shiro finally regained his sanity, and quickly let go of Murakami.He knew full well that he had spoken irreparably vicious words. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Zhirou said in a low voice. "Indeed, I may be abnormal, but aren't you the same as me..." Murakami murmured while hugging the white tabby in his arms.