Frightening Joke: Above the Mist
Chapter 82 Black Cat

Chapter 82: Chapter 82 Black Cat

"..."

There was no response from the other side.

"Hello?"

Bai Yanliang greeted once more.

"..."

Still no sound from the phone.

Bai Yanliang put down the phone and ended the call.

Strange person, strange call, who was calling?

Bai Yanliang glanced at the number, intending to memorize it, but... his expression changed slightly.

Because this number was actually his own.

A prank using some technical trick?

Or... was he really calling himself?

"Drip..."

A drop of water fell onto Bai Yanliang’s phone screen.

He looked up at the dark night sky, surprisingly... it was raining.

Recently... too many strange things have happened, Bai Yanliang was not as relaxed as he appeared on the surface. Although his emotions barely fluctuated, he still felt the pressure he was supposed to feel.

Before the world shattered, who was the woman he had seen?

Who just called?

The criminal Li Mu mentioned, the one very much like him... who was that?

What in that apartment could create hallucinations?

Where did Yanren’s key come from?

What is the relationship between Feng Xiuxue and Yanren...

Bai Yanliang was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes.

He didn’t dodge or avoid the raindrops hitting him.

At this moment, a faint sound suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

"Meow—"

Bai Yanliang thought he misheard; how could there be a cat’s meow amidst the pattering rain?

It wasn’t until another meow that he confirmed he wasn’t hallucinating.

After a moment’s thought, Bai Yanliang left the courtyard, following the sound.

"Meow—"

The sound grew clearer, indicating he was getting closer to it.

Until... he saw it beside a trash bin in the alley.

A frail black cat.

Was it going to die?

Bai Yanliang quietly watched it, the rain was too heavy, the night too deep, people too hurried, none would notice the cat beside the trash can.

Moreover, the cat was in a dire state, covered with numerous wounds of various sizes, bright red blood flowing with the rain all over the ground.

Upon hearing Bai Yanliang’s footsteps, its ears twitched slightly.

Bai Yanliang smiled, an interesting little fellow.

"Hey, don’t you have nine lives?"

Bai Yanliang squatted down and said with interest.

In the early hours, in the rain, a strange person talking to a black cat in the alley, any passerby would quickly leave.

But Bai Yanliang seemed oblivious to the fear he imposed on others.

He quietly watched the black cat, but the cat didn’t look at him; it just lay there, occasionally letting out weaker cries.

It was in pain.

How did it get so many wounds?

Cats are creatures with great endurance; they wouldn’t make such a sound unless in severe pain.

Bai Yanliang pondered seriously for a while but couldn’t come up with an answer.

The rain continued.

The wind and rain rapidly sapped the warmth from living creatures.

Bai Yanliang squatted there for five minutes, the black cat lay there for five minutes, and finally, it moved.

It seemed to have regained some strength, tiredly propping up its frail body; however, its hind left leg was not very agile, as if broken, dragging helplessly on the ground.

Thankfully... it could stand stably on three legs and began moving forward step by step through the bloody water.

Its wounds were many; each move reopened some healing wounds, oozing bright red blood.

Blood mixed with rainwater formed a rivulet, flowing to Bai Yanliang’s feet.

Bai Yanliang quietly watched it, extended his hand, touched the blood by his foot, cold, not warm at all.

A truly stubborn cat.

He quietly watched it; so much effort for such little distance. Even if it crawled out of the alley, where would it go?

Isn’t the world outside just another alley?

But for some reason, seeing this cat cheered up Bai Yanliang.

It was struggling to survive, just like him.

"Hey, don’t scratch me."

Bai Yanliang said softly, then extended his long hand to cup it.

Why a cup? Because it was so small.

A pair of hands could hold it just right.

Its reaction was intense, leaping off Bai Yanliang’s hand, its injured leg hitting the wet ground, painful just to look at.

"I don’t eat cats, no need to be so tense."

Bai Yanliang explained, though it couldn’t understand, he still felt the need to say it, that’s just how peculiar he was.

"Meow—"

This time, the cat glanced up at him for the first time.

Its pupils were black, jet-black.

Such a profound darkness, perhaps only seen in animals and infants.

If not for the wounds and its rain-soaked disarray, it would truly be a beautiful cat.

Bai Yanliang never spoke insincerely; this cat was indeed pretty, particularly its jet-black eyes, adding a unique mysterious quality.

"If you don’t want to die, come home with me."

Bai Yanliang looked into its eyes earnestly.

People passing by the alley entrance hurried away, their hearts uneasy, what had they witnessed?

A lunatic inexplicably talking to a cat in the rain?

Bai Yanliang didn’t mind these glances, he again stretched his hand towards the black cat.

Curiously, this time it didn’t struggle to escape, but instead lay quietly in his palm, gazing at him with those round, black eyes.

"Don’t look at me, I often do good deeds, I’m a good person."

Bai Yanliang stroked its head, the only place unscathed on its body.

The cat’s body was trembling slightly, but its eyes gently closed.

Bai Yanliang cradled it, returned to the courtyard.

The rain fell harder, seemingly destined not to cease tonight.

There was a medical kit at home, prepared by Gao Fei.

Bai Yanliang found the disinfectant, gingerly tended to the black cat’s wounds.

The medicine was painful on the wounds, especially on deep cuts.

"Cry out if it hurts, weren’t you just meowing a moment ago."

Bai Yanliang watched the black cat with some amusement; it endured the pain silently, its little body trembling continuously, yet no longer crying out.

A truly stubborn cat.

While continuing to treat it, Bai Yanliang realized the severity of its injuries.

Particularly its hind leg, where white bone was already visible.

It needed stitching.

Fortunately, Bai Yanliang had learned such skills during his time in a mental hospital.

Deep in the night, a person and a cat, surprisingly peaceful together.

By the time Bai Yanliang finished treating it, it had fallen asleep.

Bai Yanliang chuckled, observing the small black cat quietly.

What is life?

He had contemplated this question long ago.

Those who have it often take it for granted, those who have lost it have nothing left, and the most painful are those about to lose it.

Clearly.

Everyone in Fog Gathering was a person about to lose it.

Why save this cat?

Bai Yanliang pondered seriously, perhaps... seeing its condition stirred his compassion.

Or maybe... like it, he was making a final struggle too.

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