"What a pity."

"That cat has run out of energy a long time ago."

"The child didn't seem to notice, and kept slapping him."

"I called him."

The old man suddenly gasped loudly.

Xiao Xiao hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold the old man's arm, "Old man?"

The old man's wrinkled hand grabbed Xiao Xiao's hand.

Cold and slightly trembling.

"The kid turned around..."

"That expression..."

"horrible."

The old man's voice was trembling.

"It's really scary."

"The old woman almost thought that the kid was going to kill the old woman and silence her-"

"You're talking nonsense again."

An old man's voice interrupted.

"...old man?"

The old lady turned to look at the open door of her home.

"I said, why is there a rustle at the door..."

The old man rolled his eyes.

"It turns out it's you, the old woman, who is nagging."

"What nonsense?"

The old lady still remembers what the old man said just now.

"What I said is real."

"That kid... is really scary."

"Didn't you say that the child ran away when he saw it was you?"

The old man looked at Xiao Xiao, "Old woman likes to exaggerate the truth."

"What exaggeration?"

The old lady was dissatisfied.

"Did the child run away when he saw you?"

The old man's words made the old lady speechless for a moment.

"...Yes...so what?"

But if the child hadn't run away, she would have run away.

No.

After the child ran away, she realized that her whole body was stiff.

Don't say you ran away.

Can't even move.

She was extremely cold.

She didn't dare to look ahead at all.

The miserable look of the cat still lingered in front of her eyes.

Her heart was beating fast.

After a long time, her limbs regained some feeling, and she slowly walked home.

...

"Didn't you tell Xiao Feng and the others about this?"

"They also asked the children to give the wild cat a good burial."

"Isn't this over?"

"You are just timid."

Thinking of the appearance of the old lady when she came back that day, the old man also felt a little frightened.

He had never seen the old woman look so scared, no, or it would be more appropriate to say panic.

The old woman was very frightened by the child, and he was also very frightened by the old woman.

...

"Who knows if that kid will abuse cats again in the future?"

The old woman muttered, "Besides... I have never seen... that child is so cruel and his attacks are so ruthless..."

"Even if it's a stray cat..."

"That's no longer a prank."

"The child looks peaceful..."

"It's really hard to tell at all."

"...It's this kind of temper, it's scary when it breaks out..."

"I don't even recognize that kid anymore."

"Is that still the kid I grew up watching?"

"When did he become like that?"

"Or has he always been like that, and I just didn't notice it, old lady?"

...

"Okay, it's not a big deal-"

The old man's words immediately angered the old lady, "What do you mean it's not a big deal?"

"Isn't this a big deal?"

"What's the big deal?"

"Dead person?"

"Speak softly!"

The old man is helpless, but he is right across the street.

The sound insulation in the old community is not that good.

...

The old lady glanced at the opposite door and pursed her lips.

"What do you think about the kid-"

The old man's words annoyed the old lady again, "What do you mean I have an opinion about him?"

"He did such a terrible thing first!"

"And I bumped into you!"

"well."

The old man admitted his mistake in a good-tempered manner, "I was wrong."

"Anyway, just avoid that kid from now on."

"I've avoided him now."

The old lady frowned, "I'm timid and don't dare to be alone with that child anymore."

"You should also stay less alone with him."

The old lady warned the old man.

"Yes, yes, I understand."

The old man nodded and responded.

...

"I wonder if that baseball bat is the one from before?"
To be continued...