Chapter 389 Between Tension and Fantasy

Killed by a car? ? ? ?

How is it possible? Can't he see it? And the speed of the cars in the community, how careless must Xiao Hei be to not avoid a car that is not even 5 kilometers per hour?

"My intestines are all knocked out." Qiu Tong said while eating popcorn.

To Li Mu, how come these popcorns are the same as Xiao Hei's eyes.

"I'm so hungry, I want to eat, husband, I'm hungry."

"You can order some takeout, I don't know what to eat." Li Mu felt very upset. He was in a bad mood to begin with, and when he heard that Xiao Hei was dead, his mood fell to the bottom.

"Your phone rang many times when you were sleeping, I didn't check it, you can check it yourself." Qiu Tong said coldly.

It seems that she has not completely come out of the cold war, and Qiu Tong's attitude towards Li Mu is really not enthusiastic.

As a result, when Li Mu opened his phone, he saw a bunch of calls and WeChat messages from assistant director Mark.

People are like this now. When they ask for help, they are always anxious and eager for you to appear in front of him immediately and join his team immediately.

How is that possible? People are not machines that can run programs when they are put into them.

But Li Mu couldn't really hold himself to such a low standard. He tried to concentrate on reading the contract sent by the assistant director one by one.

Contracts are basically one of the most difficult "books" in the world, such as mobile phone package contracts, insurance contracts, broadband contracts, and online novel copyright contracts. The font size can be as small as possible, and there are absolutely many items. It can make you want to read it as much as you want. People who can read it without training are talented.

Another difficult thing to understand is the "instructions" that are written very confusingly.

Li Mu is a person who is very good at reading contracts, but he was a little tired of reading the contract tonight and wanted to go back to sleep.

While looking at the contract, Qiu Tong asked, "How about barbecue? Do you want chicken wings?"

Li Mu agreed one by one, but he didn't know what his wife asked.

Just after reading the contract, Xiaodi called and asked with concern, "The assistant director said he would come to your place at 10:30. Is he here?"

"Mark? When did you tell him to come to my house at 10:30? Nonsense." Li Mu was very unhappy and almost got angry.

Qiu Tong also found that Li Mu's voice was a little loud at night. She turned her head to look at her husband and turned back to continue ordering takeout.

On the other end of the phone, An Xiaodi was also confused. Isn't this what Brother Mu promised? How did it become nonsense?

Li Mu was very unhappy, and a strong war began to burn in his stomach again. He wanted to scold An Xiaodi with his mobile phone.

But thinking about the recent situation of the company, Xiaodi is not easy either. Li Mu also has to rely on Xiaodi for help in many things. If Xiaodi really has any problems at this juncture, Li Mu is simply adding extra difficulty to his task.

Abandoning an S-level teammate, adding extra pressure to himself, and then not being able to find a reliable person for a while, this kind of thing is not worth it no matter how you calculate it. Li Mu, who was born in an economics major, will never be so stupid.

So in Li Mu's mind, he must not have scolded Xiao Di. He opened the refrigerator and took out orange juice, gulping down more than 100 milliliters.

When he came to his senses, he said to the phone: "Then let him come, it's okay, I have read the contract."

Xiao Di didn't seem to understand what Li Mu meant, and he seemed to be still on another topic, because Xiao Di said, "Ah, didn't you just tell me to cancel this show?"

After hanging up the phone in a daze, Li Mu returned to the bedroom and heard his wife say, "The cat was hit and killed yesterday."

"Yesterday?"

"Yes, it was hit and killed last night, but the body was not found until this morning. The sweeper found it at around 6 o'clock in the morning, right in your parking space." Qiu Tong said casually while applying nail polish.

"Next to my car?"

Li Mu's chest felt a sharp pain, as if Xiao Hei's claws were grabbing his chest.

He suddenly walked up to Qiu Tong, pressed his wife's shoulders, his eyes red.

Qiu Tong was startled and shouted, "What are you doing, Li Mu, you are crazy, I was painting my nails and didn't see you."

Li Mu let go of Qiu Tong, staggered back two steps, and leaned against the sliding door of the balcony.

"I, I was wondering, when did we come back yesterday?" Li Mu looked at Qiu Tong with begging eyes, hoping that his wife could say something to reassure him.

"What the hell? What are you talking about?" Qiu Tong picked up the nail polish and walked out of the bedroom in her slippers.

Li Mu fell on the sofa, and the sound of the waves kept coming in his mind, one after another. At first there was some interval, but later the sound of the waves continued and became louder and louder. Li Mu covered his ears but it was useless.

When Li Mu woke up, there was no assistant director or delivery person. Two skewers of chicken wings, one skewers of lamb, and one skewers of roasted white steamed buns were placed on the table in the restaurant.

Qiu Tong was already asleep in bed, and Li Mu felt a little relieved, although he could hardly remember what happened before.

I clearly remember Xiao Di saying that the director was coming.

In short, my memory is really a bit problematic recently.

Li Mu didn't think much about it and went to the bathroom to take a shower and go to bed.

It was one o'clock in the middle of the night, and the bathroom without heating was extremely cold.

Li Mu wanted to turn on the heater, but he couldn't start it. A gust of wind rushed into the bathroom, and the shower curtain was blown up to cover Li Mu's face.

When Li Mu put the light yellow shower curtain back to its original place, he found that the bathroom window was actually open.

There was a fishy smell in the bathroom, accompanied by blood and the rancidity of undigested food, and an indescribable strange smell.

Li Mu shook his head and walked forward to close the window.

The bathroom window was very small, and the frosted glass window that moved up and down was only the size of two laptops. There were two small pots of succulents on the protruding windowsill in front of the window. Li Mu took a look at the small flower pots and found that the flowers in the small flower pots were tilted, and there were several marks of soil on the windowsill. Looking more carefully, it seemed to be cat footprints.

There was another gust of wind, and Li Mu shuddered and immediately closed the window.

At this time, he heard a clear cat cry.

Li Mu stood in the same place, his hand still on the window, and the whole person was completely frozen, unable to move at all.

Then, he heard another cat cry, which was clearer than the previous one.

"Xiao Hei?" Li Mu said to himself.

"Meow."

No, Xiao Hei is dead, it can't be Xiao Hei.

Li Mu is an atheist. He is absolutely not superstitious and does not believe in any messy theories.

He believes that everything can be calculated and does not believe in detailed and confusing theories.