Chapter 272:

…From the very beginning, the third cat Li Huai brought home wisely appeared in the devil's invisible. Indeed, when there is a cat and mouse playing together in mid-November, his life becomes very interesting. Freddie plays with mice. The cat is not a particularly intelligent animal, and it is hardly a big intellectual challenge in the game, but it has changed from the days of endless waiting, trouble and failure. At least the creature has accepted the presence of indiscriminate attacks. In the end, the demon lost control of the cat in a dirty mood. It sharpened its nails on the nylon carpet, bit it and rubbed it on the pile for hours. The noise brought the metaphysical teeth of the devil to the edge. Looking at the cat briefly, it flew away like a grenade. The effect is amazing. The result is terrible. Cat brains, cat fur, cat intestines are everywhere.
That night, Li Wei came home exhausted and stood at the door of the dining room, his face turned sick, and he investigated the massacre of Freddie III.
"Damn dog," he said. "Damn it, dog."
There is anger in his voice. Yes, ecstatic and angry. The man was depressed: there were obvious signs of emotional agitation on his face.
Happy, the demon ran around the house, determined to take advantage of its victory. It opened and banged every door. It smashed the vase. It makes the lampshade swing.
Polo just cleaned up the cat.
Renzhe fell downstairs and tore the pillow. Braving an appetite in the attic, imitating something, and then giggling.
Polo just happened to be buried Freddie III next to Freddie II's grave and Freddie I's ashes.
Then he retired without a pillow.
The demon was completely tripped. If the man couldn't attract more attention when his cat exploded in the dining room, what chance would there be to break the bastard?
The last chance is left.
The day is approaching the mass of Christ, and Jack's children will return to their embrace at home. Maybe they can convince him that everything is not good in the world. Maybe they could nail his nails under his impeccable indifference and then start to break him down. In order to avoid hope, "Cheer up" stayed until late December, planning it will gather all imaginative malicious attacks.
At the same time, Li Bad's life is in trouble. He seems to be out of experience, living a life as a writer, and may write an absurd story, never letting himself indulge in narrative. However, he showed enthusiasm for the upcoming holiday in many important ways. He cleaned his daughter's room neatly. He made the bed with the smelling linen. He removed all spots of cat blood from the carpet. He even built a Christmas tree in the lounge with rainbow balls, tinsel and gifts hanging on it.
Sometimes, Li Huai would think of the game he was playing when he was preparing, and secretly calculated the odds against him. In the days to come, he will not only measure his own pain, but also his daughter's pain to fight against possible victory. Moreover, when he makes these calculations, the chances of victory always seem to outweigh the risks.
So he continued to write about his life, and then waited.
Snow came, tapping the window, clinging to the door. The children came to sing carols, and he was very generous to them. It is possible to believe in peace on earth in a short time.
In the middle of the night on December 23, the daughters came here with a bunch of cases and kisses. The youngest Amanda went home first. From the height of the landing site, she looked at the young woman cruelly. She doesn't look like the ideal material to induce collapse. In fact, she looked dangerous. Gina passed another hour or two. She is a sleek woman in the twenty-four-year-old world, looking as intimidating as her sister. They walked into the house with noise and laughter. They rearranged the furniture; they threw away the junk food in the refrigerator and told each other that they missed each other's company. Within a few hours, this monotonous house was repainted, full of fun and love.
It makes "Nanta" sick.
Quietly, it hid its head in the bedroom to block the hustle and bustle of emotions, but the shock wave enveloped it. All it can do is sit down, listen, and perfect revenge.
Jack is very happy to bring his beauty home. Amanda is full of insights and strong as a mother. Gina is more like his mother: calm and sharp. He was so happy to cry in front of them. He is a proud father, which puts both of them in this danger. But what are the options? If he cancelled the Christmas celebrations, it would appear highly suspicious. It may even destroy his entire strategy and make the enemy aware of the trick he is playing.
No; he must sit still. Playing a stupid role is how the enemy expects him to be an enemy.
Time to take action.
On Christmas morning, at 3:15 a.m., the gang started hostilities by putting Amanda out of bed. The performance is insignificant, but the desired effect is achieved. Rubbing her bruised head sleepily, she crawled back to the bed, had to bump the bed, shook her, and threw her out again like an unbroken pony.
The noise awakened the rest of the house. Gina was in her sister's room first.
"How is this going?"
"There is someone under the bed."
"what?"
Gina picked up a paperweight from the dressing table and asked the murderer to come out. invisible"
"Sitting on the window seat, making obscene gestures to the woman, tying knots on her genitals.
Gina stared under the bed. Tap Now hold the lamp tightly and convince it to swing back and forth to make the room roll up.
"There is nothing there-"
"Have."
Amanda knows. Oh yes, she knows.
She said, "There is something here, Gina." "I'm sure there is something in the room."
"No." Gina was absolute. "It's empty."
When Li Huai came in, Amanda was searching behind the closet.
"All the noise?"
"There is something in Dad's house. I got out of bed."
Li Bai looked at the crumpled sheets, the removed mattress, and then at Amanda. This is the first test: he must lie as freely as possible.
He said: "It looks like you have been having nightmares, beautiful."
"There is something under the bed," Amanda insisted.
"There is no one here now."
"But I feel it."
"Well, I will check the rest of the house." He said enthusiastically. "You two stay here just in case." When Li Huai left the room, he shook a little light.
"Sink," Gina said.
It was cold downstairs. Poirot could have done it without having to run around on the kitchen tiles barefoot, but he was very satisfied with it because the battle was so trivial. He doubted that the enemy would become barbaric around such a gentle victim. But no: he has judged the mind of the creature quite accurately. This is one of the orders placed. Powerful, but slower. Able to be investigated beyond its control. He told himself to do it carefully.
He rummaged throughout the house, opened the cabinets dutifully, peered behind the furniture, and then returned to the daughters sitting at the top of the stairs. Amanda looked pale and pale, not her 22-year-old woman at the time, but a child.
"Does nothing." He smiled and said to her. "Today is Christmas morning, and the whole room is ringing-" Gina finished rhyming.
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