Artifact Report

Chapter 144: Fu Tailan·At the same time, he was feeding the cat?

"Hmm, I still don't know what to call you..."

Under the cover of night, Fu Tailan pulled out a small bag from his pocket, tore it open, and took out two pieces of dried meat cut into the shape of a heart.

"Cat? Meow? Mimi? Come out, I have snacks to feed you."

He threw the two small pieces of dried meat on the sidewalk, squatted down, and waited patiently for a while.

The night in the nest seemed to be much darker than that in the human world, as if not only the eyes but also the human heart would be swallowed up by the darkness inch by inch.

But Fu Tailan enjoyed this darkness.

Immersed in this darkness, it was difficult to tell where his boundaries ended and where his nest began; it seemed that if he stayed immersed for a little longer, he would become part of this darkness.

At this moment, the darkness before my eyes was still silent.

"Why, don't you like this?"

He squinted his eyes and looked at the snack bag in the dark.

"This one they bought is salmon flavored. Hmm, maybe I'll switch to chicken flavor next time... Ah, meow? You here?"

The bushes beside the sidewalk suddenly rustled and were separated by something.

One has to look up to see the huge black shadow above the Fu Tai Lan, which rises from between the branches and leaves silently and steps onto the sidewalk, as if to completely occupy people's vision and existing space.

…Although it’s not the first time I’ve seen it, I still find it shocking.

"The food is over there," Fu Tailan pointed at the snacks on the ground, "It's not me, don't eat me."

A black shadow, larger than a locomotive, stood before him, motionless.

He subconsciously touched his jaw which was injured by Mai Minghe.

The bone was definitely fractured, and the skin was swollen; he made do by putting a large Band-Aid on the wound, but it seemed that even the Band-Aid felt it was not up to the task, and after being soaked in blood, it kept wanting to slide down.

To the residents and other things, I must be particularly attractive at this moment.

Maybe looking for Meow Meow is not a good idea - but it's too late to say that now.

"Meow meow, have you grown up a little bit?"

Fu Tailan slowly stood up, but the black shadow was still at least one meter taller than him.

"The pressure is growing... I told you, the snacks are over there, why are you looking at me?"

In the dead silence, the black shadow raised one foot, took half a step towards him, and lowered his head slightly.

The next moment, if Fu Tailan had not shrank quickly, his entire right arm would have been swallowed up by the black shadow's mouth, leaving only his shoulder - the cat snacks and the cat snack bag were sucked into the black shadow's mouth together, and the plastic packaging bag made a rustling sound in its mouth for a while.

"So you think two is too few?"

Fu Tailan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. He thought for a moment, then quickly touched it while it was chewing.

The black shadow uttered a deep "Hmm?" in its throat and suddenly turned its eyes towards him. If it weren't for the two faint reflections like crescent moons, it would be difficult to find those two equally dark eyes in the huge darkness.

Fu Tailan put her hands behind her back and pretended nothing had happened.

Its fur is very thick and long, but it feels dense and smooth. It is indeed a good cat - it is worth the risk to touch it.

There are many creatures in the nest. Although they are also born from human corpses, they are different from the residents and are not dangerous to humans - at least not when humans are still healthy and strong. I don’t know which cat lover died and let cats appear in the nest.

...Let's just call it a cat. Well, there's no need to be so picky about this kind of thing.

"Is it tasty?"

The shadow didn't make a sound.

Of course cats can't talk.

Fu Tailan smiled and said, "I'm looking for someone. There was a young woman driving a car. She left from this direction not long ago. Oh, by the way, there should be a man in the car. Did you see them?"

Under the cover of night behind the black shadow, a long, thick, and frightening tail gradually stood up.

It swung its tail a few times carelessly; when it hit the sidewalk, the ground shook slightly.

"...Does this mean you saw it? Where did they go?"

This time, the tail's shadow froze in mid-air, like a road sign, pointing in one direction and not moving.

Fu Tailan turned on the timer on his mobile phone that had been prepared long ago.

After a full five minutes, the tail suddenly turned in mid-air and turned to the right - this meant that they turned right after walking for five minutes.

The cat's tail pointed in the air like this for a while before finally falling slowly.

The black shadow, so huge that it made it difficult to breathe, lowered its head and sniffed left and right several times. After confirming that Fu Tailan had no more tributes, it turned around and disappeared behind the bushes again.

"What a good meow, I'll feed you next time."

Fu Tailan also forgot when he discovered that this kind of cat in the nest would respond to some basic requests after eating snacks.

Find a place where wild animals hide, such as a sidewalk near a bush, throw some dried meat on the ground, and make a calling sound. After a while, the cat will come out. Currently, the cat has appeared in almost the entire Blackmore City, and it seems that there is no range or distance limit. However, the cat has grown up, so I will have to bring an extra bag of snacks with me next time to prevent it from thinking that I am part of the snack.

Come to think of it, it was all that dream screenwriter's fault. He lost Mai Minghe.

The danger of a dream writer lies in its ability to unexpectedly drag people into a lucid dream; once you are on guard against it, the only tactic left for the dream writer is to keep pestering you - just like stepping on a large piece of chewing gum, you can't get rid of it no matter how hard you try, and if you are not careful, it will stab you in the back.

"Although my skills are not as good as the resident Mai Minghe, you dare to pester me. It seems that you underestimate me."

He had been planning to leave, but was stopped twice by screenwriter Meng, and Fu Tailan began to feel unhappy.

He stepped on the Dream Writer's chest and asked, "You think you can recover and not die, so I can't do anything to you?"

The dream screenwriter never gave up trying to pull him into a lucid dream - and it was this that made Fu Tailan discover an opportunity.

"You have to face the target and hold it still for one to two seconds before you can lucid dream about it, right?"

Fu Tailan said, dragging a billboard over from the side. "The trajectory of their actions is too obvious, full of opportunities to exploit."

The dream screenwriter at that time was no longer able to answer him.

Fu Tailan fired three shots in a row at its face at close range; its head was torn apart by the spinning bullets, leaving a hole that was transparent from front to back - big enough for someone to reach out a hand.

Fu Tailan took some effort to bend the pole on his knees.

If he had the strength of Chai Si, he wouldn't be sweating just doing this. Will he have that kind of strength when he grows up?

Should I find out what kind of food Kai’s family eats?
Daydreaming can relieve the pain in the jaw; while Fu Tailan was planning in his mind how to get a meal at Kai's house, he put the pistol into the hole on the dream screenwriter's head and fired a shot at the ground.

A loud noise and flying broken bricks sounded, and in its suddenly open head, it seemed as if a small tornado had been stirred up; many fragments penetrated into the skull, causing the dream screenwriter's body to tremble like a dying fish or shrimp.

Fu Tailan used all his strength to thrust the straight end of the pole into the hole and deeply into the ground.

He used the dream writer's clothes to tie his hands together; when everything was done, the dream writer became a bug with its head nailed to the ground.

"Try to recover,"

Fu Tailan did not forget to encourage: "If you have a good core and strong neck muscles, you should be able to sit up after struggling for more than ten minutes... It's a pity that I can't see the pole in your head, otherwise it would be quite funny."

When he turned around to look again, Mai Minghe's car had already disappeared; the sea reeds on the roadside also disappeared after her car passed by - how could she still be thinking about him after she had turned into an adult?
"Look, she's gone."

Fu Tailan was so angry that she kicked the screenwriter Meng a few times with her toes and said, "This is a lesson for you. Don't cause trouble for others next time."

Thanks to a bag of snacks he brought with him, he was able to find out where Mai Minghe was going...

Both are nest creatures, and meows are useful and cute, so why is there such a big difference between them?

With Mai Minghe going ahead, there is no need to worry about any danger on the road - she has become the goose that explores the way, and any danger will probably be encountered by her first.

However, Fu Tailan was still very cautious: he walked to the road, following the route that Mai Minghe drove away, walking step by step in the dark night of the nest, trying his best to ensure that his route was also between the car tires.

As she drove away, Fu Tailan took a moment to look up from his busy schedule, away from the entanglement of the dream screenwriter, and realized that Mai Minghe's speed was about 30 miles per hour.

The five minutes she drove was naturally not the same distance as the five minutes she walked... It was so troublesome.

Fu Tailan calculated while walking and being on guard, and he also had to look around from time to time - even with Meow Meow showing the way, it was not easy at all.

He found the car that Mai Minghe drove away after walking for more than 30 minutes.

It was parked crookedly on the side of the road, right in the alley between two buildings; judging from the parking position alone, it was difficult to tell which nearby building the two people in the car had entered - the nest that inherited most of the appearance of Blackmore City was also crowded with buildings.

"No matter which building it is, we should stay here, right?"

Fu Tailan took out the signal transmitter from his backpack and muttered something.

Screenwriter Meng naturally would not keep a secret for Mai Minghe. She didn't even need to ask her before telling her that Hai Luwei would be her guide for twelve hours.

This means that they will not leave the nest for the time being; plus, since Sea Reed has a foot injury and cannot walk far, the two of them are most likely planning to hide and rest.

Leave a signal here, wait for the hunters to come over, and then search carefully—

Before he could finish his thought, he heard a sudden explosion from an old residential building behind him. Fu Tailan turned around hastily and saw flames bursting out of a window, illuminating the dark night for a moment.

...No way, this is too easy to find, right?

Is this really not a trap, or a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain?

Forget it, it’s a trap, what can I do?

Fu Tailan sighed, knowing that no matter what, he had to go and take a look.

Before taking a step, he took out his cell phone and checked the time.

September 19th, 2025

03: 22AM
　I saw the suggestion made by Grandma Tang Mianye before, and I thought it made sense, so I changed the time of Javier's daughter's death (.

　　From this we can see that there is no foreshadowing about the time of her death, and any date can be changed (.

　　By the way, I've been thinking about that light-hearted comedy novel recently... Even though the characters and plot (actually there is no plot, I plan to write a loose unit drama) have not been decided, I have thought of a title for the book, which is really a first.

　　Although I don’t make as much money as other online writers, writing is really interesting to me… I’m willing to work for a salary (bushi
　　
　
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