As Garfield was expecting, the sky slowly darkened. Seeing Peter return to his room and prepare to go to bed, Garfield quietly got up, walked out of the house carefully, and came to the street.

As the night fell, the empty room was silent, and the breeze outside the room gently brushed across the old house. The old street lights on the street were very dark, and some flashed from time to time.

At this time, there were basically no pedestrians on the streets outside, and people had already stayed at home and were resting beautifully.

But today is a little different. Peter's window was covered in a disheveled hair, wearing white clothes, and he couldn't tell that the gender was like a human thing slowly floating outside. The evening breeze blew by, and his clothes were blown from time to time, like a ghost floating in the air.

The man in white slowly floated to Peter's window, "Dongdongdongdongdongdong!" There seemed to be something beating outside Peter's window. It was a little difficult to see clearly in the dark night, and only vaguely saw it as if it was a fat claw.

In the room, Peter was sleeping very sweetly, his legs clamped the quilt tightly, and his face was filled with an inexplicable smile. It was obvious that Peter was having some undescribable dream.

With the continuous slapping sound outside the window, Peter's brow frowned slightly, and his right hand slid instinctively on the bed, as if he wanted to drive away the noise-making thing.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!" The slap sound became louder and louder, indicating that the murderer who made the noise was already impatient. Unfortunately, no matter how he slapped the window, Peter in the room still did not wake up.

Finally, the murderer outside the house could not bear it and used his long-standing resentment. The miserable and sharp woman's voice screamed angrily, "Peter, are you a pig? Get up and have fun when you sleep!!!"

The owner of the voice seemed to be very angry, and his annoyed tone was mixed with resentment. The miserable and sharp female voice seemed very strange.

"Ah!" Peter, who was awakened by the screams outside the house, sat up as if frightened.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!" Peter, frightened, took a deep breath slowly and calmed himself down. Peter looked around to find the source of the noise.

Suddenly, Peter's face became extremely ugly, and his body began to tremble slightly. Outside the window ahead of him, a man in white was floating in the air. A long, slightly ragged white robe blocked the feet of the man in white and fluttered slightly under the breeze.

"Garfield... Garfield, you're there!" Peter shouted Garfield's name a little trembling, as if the person who fell into the water was eager to find a life-saving straw.

Unfortunately, no matter how much Peter shouted, he didn't hear any answer. The room was quiet and Peter could even hear his heartbeat.

Peter, who had not heard Garfield echo, leaned back unconsciously, and his back quickly pressed against the wall, but Peter still instinctively shrank back.

"Peter, Peter! I died so miserably!" The man in white outside the house suddenly made a desolate and resentful voice.

"Who are you? Is Garfield you? This is not fun at all. Garfield, come out quickly!" Peter suddenly stood up when he heard the sound, and he got goose bumps all over his body, and shouted incoherently.

"Peter, I died so miserably!" Faced with Peter's screaming questioning, the man in white outside the room ignored it and continued to wail.

"I don't know you, why are you coming to me!" Peter shouted with all his might, as if he wanted to vent all his fears.

"No, you killed me!" The man in white slowly raised his right hand, his fingers slowly stretched out his cuffs, and a pale finger pointed at Peter.

"I don't know you at all, who are you?" Peter asked loudly with a frightened and angry expression.

"I was killed by you, I died so miserably! That day I walked alone on the street and you appeared in front of me. A strong wind blew, blowing away the hat on your head. Looking at your funny bald head, I laughed to death.

You said I was tragic, you said you killed me?" The man in white still had a terrifying and sharp voice, but Peter in the room was blocked.

Then Peter slowly reacted, and saw him jumping out of the bed and angrily rushed to the window, "Garfield, you bastard! Come out for me."

The look of horror had not completely retreated from Peter's face, but his eyes were filled with raging fire. He was scared by the damn bastard Garfield just now.

Peter stood at the window and roared angrily at the man in white, venting his extreme dissatisfaction.

However, no matter how much Peter scolded him, the man in white was no longer moving and just shaking with the wind.

"Peter, why did you call me?" At this time, a voice that surprised Peter came from the door of Peter's room.

Peter turned around stiffly, and Garfield in front of him seemed to have just woken up, rubbing his eyes and standing at the door, asking himself in confusion.

Peter was a little confused now, but a chill came out of his heart. If Garfield had just been in the house, who was the person outside?

When Peter thought of this, he became scared again, "Bang!" The sound from behind him made Peter scream and run towards Garfield.

After Peter ran to Garfield, he looked back at the window in shock, but found that the man in white had just fallen down and was placed on the window, with several long hanging lines on the collar behind his hair.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! I'm so laughing! Peter, you're so funny!" The laughter beside him made Peter understand completely, and he looked at Garfield angrily.

"Garfield, you bastard! I'm going to deal with you well." Peter no longer wanted to consider the gap in strength. He just wanted to teach Garfield a lesson.

Garfield, who was beside him, saw Peter look like a furious tiger with a ferocious expression, clenched his hands tightly, and panted, and hurriedly retreated, "Okay, it's time to go to bed early, get up early, good night Peter!"

Looking at Garfield who ran out, Peter naturally refused to let the little cat go. He quickly chased him out and vowed to take revenge.

So, a cat and a man started fighting wildly in the house, and it lasted until midnight. Peter was unable to recover and could only return to the house to rest without any reservation.

When Garfield saw Peter return to the room, he happily returned to his bed. The bed was made specifically for Garfield by May. It was a large basket with many soft cushions in it. There was also a layer of sheets made by Mette for Garfield. There were small pillows and blankets on the sheets.

Lying on the bed, Garfield's eyes slowly closed, but his face still couldn't hide his bright smile. He should have a good dream tonight.
Chapter completed!