A ghost storyteller can lose his life but cannot lose his job

Chapter 1 Sir, are you okay? (New author, new book, please read)

"Mom, Rat Nineteen was hacked to death by the cat!"

The screams spread, stimulating the rats' brains faster than the smell of blood, driving them to stay as far away from Rat Nineteen's body as possible.

The rat sounds rose and fell, and finally receded like the tide, leaving only the corpse and a rat at the entrance of the cave. The last rat sat there quietly, tilting its head, staring at the world outside the cave with wooden eyes.

Under the light outside the cave, the furniture was neatly arranged, clean and bright. Just looking at these things could relieve his headache.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong?" The mother mouse came out from the inner nest. She stood up and looked at the large group of timid mice huddled in the corner, with contempt in her eyes.

He stroked his beard and shook his tail, which was longer than his body. His bloated body swayed again and again, and finally became calm along with his beard.

A voice came from the rat group: "Mom, it was the cat. The cat chopped Nineteen to death. The head is right there."

Mother Rat glanced at the corpse in the pool of blood and the head outside it. She didn't say anything, but cast a critical gaze over the group of rats: "There's not enough food today. We need a rat to fill in for Little Nineteen and bring back some food."

Hearing this, the mouse sitting at the entrance of the cave moved its big ears, as if it had caught some key words. He lowered his head to look at the mouse's head that had been cut off at the root, and couldn't help licking his lips.

I have to say, Shijiuer’s neck is really white.

"Mom, let me go." Shu Da said, his eyes fell back on the colorful and beautiful world outside the cave.

"Mom, let him go."

"Let him go."

"Go."

Voices of agreement rose one after another in the rat group, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Mother Mouse turned her head and saw the figure of Big Mouse bathed in the light coming in from outside the cave, like a brave man invited by a goddess from another world.

"Okay." It agreed.

Almost at the same time, Rat Da jumped out without hesitation.

A shadow appeared at the same time as he left the cave, but it was not his shadow, but a larger shadow, a shadow that completely enveloped him.

It's a cat.

The cat had just thrown the slaughtered little Nineteen into the cave, and it must still be lying in ambush near the cave entrance, waiting for its next target.

The rat could not see any trace of the cat, he only knew that the cat was always hiding in his blind spot, silently and following him like a shadow.

This was within his expectations, he knew cats were such insidious and cunning creatures, but he had no choice, he had to make this trip himself.

because--

He really likes Miss Black Goat.

He wanted to run into her by chance, to sneak up on her, to watch her get startled by his sudden appearance, and then, if he stumbled, she would step lightly on him with those soft, sticky, plump tentacles.

What an exciting experience it is for mice. Only by doing sit-ups on the mouse trap can they vent all the excess energy.

Now is the best opportunity.

Because Miss Black Goat definitely exists in the kitchen space, she will not disappear in the drowsy air of the afternoon, nor will she melt in the silent breathing of the potted roses.

He does exist.

Rat Da knew the best route. He needed to run through the living room as quickly as possible, maneuver with the cat between the four table legs, look for an opportunity to pass through Mr. Kuster's fingers, slip into the pipe, and find a chance to climb onto the platform to get the best viewing angle.

The half-broken water pipe is an absolute safe zone. It is not too narrow, but a little dark, and can lead to other areas of the house.

He looked up and saw the table towering over his head, out of reach.

Mr. Kuster stayed at the table, sitting there with his legs crossed, eating, and a constant noisy sound came out of the brick-like board that looked like a mobile phone.

At this moment, he was completely immersed in the shadow of the table. The shadow of the cat that enveloped him had disappeared, and there was only the silent air and the hidden third breath around him.

"clatter."

The light claws fell to the ground.

He knew it was the cat's signal, marking his arrival.

Cats can retract their claws into their pads and walk without making any noise, so the sound they make now is a threat to them and a sign of death.

He took a deep breath and moved back and forth between the thick table legs. There was no sound behind him, only the cool wind with a fishy smell blowing against the back of his neck.

Mr. Kuster's feet were slightly bent and raised there, with his three front toes digging into the ground and his two back toes digging into the chair legs. There was space between the arches for a mouse to pass through, and he knew this was his best chance, so he rushed, pushed off the ground, and slid, and in one go he got through the gap under Mr. Kuster's feet.

"boom--"

It was the damn cat that hit the gentleman's foot, but he didn't have time to look back. He just quickly escaped into the half-broken water pipe.

"Don't hang around me, damn cat!"

This was Mr. Custer's scolding, and he kicked it.

"Meow!" The cat screamed, ran away in a hurry, and subconsciously got into the nearest water pipe.

At the same moment, two creatures appeared in the same section of the water pipe and stared at each other from a few meters away, their movements and expressions extremely stiff.

"Ok?"

Shuda looked at the cat that followed him in and made a puzzled sound.

"Meow." The cat's body froze, its pupils shrank, and its four paws moved as tiny as possible, away from the mouse.

"Kitten, Mr. Custer can't see here." Rat Da stood up slowly, sighing and shaking his head, "Have you forgotten? When they see, cats can, are allowed, and must catch mice, but this is not the case now."

"Woo!" The cat let out a mournful wail from the bottom of its throat. Its claws stretched out from its pads and scratched desperately in the pipe, trying to push its body out of the pipe, but it could only make a harsh noise.

The rat quickly rushed forward, strangled the cat's neck with his strong arms from behind, wrapped his slender tail tightly around the cat's body, and then pressed forward suddenly, using his own gravity to suppress the cat's struggle.

All muscles in the body tighten until the cat's heart stops beating a minute later.

He pushed the cat's body away, stuck his head out of the water pipe, and searched the living room with his eyes, which finally fell on the pendulum clock.

There is still enough time.

Although killing the cat consumes a certain amount of time, it also saves time in finding food.

The cat's corpse is rich in protein, which can help the mother mouse grow healthily and produce more baby mice.

Next time when he goes home there will be no cat to waste his time, so he can look at Miss Black Goat's graceful figure a little longer than last time.

As Rat Da set a strict schedule in his mind, he also heard the voice coming from Mr. Kuster's phone.

"Why is the accident rate higher in the summer? I'm sure everyone is familiar with car accidents in the summer, but what exactly is going on? Let me show you how."

"The increase in car accident rates in the summer is actually because drivers like to drive with the windows down. As the flyers in the roadside bushes are more active, they can get in through the windows and crash into the car, causing accidents."

"That's all about the increased accident rate in summer. If you have any ideas, please tell me in the comments section."

He shook his head vigorously to shake off the useless information.

He didn't understand the meaning of these words combined, but he instinctively felt noisy and irritated.

"Dear...Koster! There's a disaster at home again, bring the murder drug quickly!" Miss Black Goat's scream came from the kitchen.

Rat Big narrowed his eyes, enjoying Miss Black Goat's high-pitched scream. It was like a shot of strong tonic, which made his scalp numb and made him feel ecstatic.

Such screams can only be heard in the spring every year, which is the peak season for man-made disasters. Most of the rest of the time, Miss Black Goat will speak to Mr. Kuster in her magnetic baritone voice.

She is always a noble, elegant, dignified and beautiful creature.

"Oh damn, I just put the bait yesterday, and it has no effect? It has poisoned eight groups of humans this month!" Mr. Kuster stood up from the table reluctantly, put down his cell phone, turned around and walked towards the utility room to get the killing drug.

Mr. Custer is away, so this is a good opportunity.

The living room is now the best viewing platform. He can stand on the table without restraint and watch Miss Black Goat deal with the miscellaneous items after dinner. From time to time, he would be frightened and scream at the humans who jumped out.

So cute.

The mere fantasy made Rat drool, and he couldn't help but crawl around in the dark in the water pipe.

He crawled out of the water pipe and stood between the living room and the kitchen. The Miss Black Goat whom he had been thinking about day and night appeared in his sight.

A large number of humans crawled out from under the tables and cabinets, between the windowsills and the stoves. They rushed towards Miss Black Goat with clear goals and were braver than humans.

It collapsed at the first touch, and Miss Black Goat fell down.

Those people were completely different from the humans I had seen before. They did not run around the house like headless humans. Instead, they showed a highly social organization like rats. They were using extremely thin ropes to tie up Miss Black Goat, who was making sharp, popping sounds.

Several humans rushed forward and pressed down her bent, restless, wet body until the black metal cage fell, and the human riot finally stopped.

Violence destroyed all of Miss Black Goat's elegance.

And Rat Da just watched it all happen. At the moment when Miss Black Goat fell down and was shaken, a twisted pleasure arose in his heart, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and finally condensed into the tip of his tail that kept trembling.

Like a western diamondback rattlesnake.

Then humans discovered his presence, surrounded him, and draped his soft, thick furs over him.

They held his cold hands and handed him a warm cup of water.

they said:
"Sir, we are from the 15th Squad of the th Army of the Eastern Theater Command. We have recaptured the Black Goat Manor."

"Congratulations sir, you're saved!"

"Sir, sir?"

"Sir...are you okay?"

Shu Da stared blankly at the female humans in front of him. They were wearing ironed clothes and had hands and feet. They were not quite the same as the humans he remembered.

After a long time, he blinked his dry eyes, then swallowed and kept his gaze on them.

I have to say, female human necks are really white.

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Black Goat Strategy Log 09
The target has the most extensive field of strange stories currently known, and has applied its own rules to the entire field (the rules are not fully presented, and are tentatively defined as cognitive distortions, and can unconditionally switch between the identities of humans and other creatures).

The awakened characteristic of the Black Goat is "Faith Power", and the creatures affected by the rules within its own territory will provide it with endless power.

This story has a very high completion rate. 8 actions including frontal assault and stealth assassination ended in failure (the story caused the team to encounter the causal weapon "killing agent" and was annihilated)
Strategy:

Rent the T1-level ghost story user "Dirty Shepherd" and use the term "Characteristic Exchange" to replace the black goat's characteristics with "Insomnia (unable to fall asleep, immune to dream-type ghost stories)", making it impossible for it to continue to gain faith power, directly weakening its strength by 95%, and successfully completing the collection.

[The "Black Goat" Manor (Wangcheng) was initially recovered]

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