Ask Me Your Fortune, Or I'll Kill You

Ask Me Your Fortune, Or I'll Kill You

The fat man turned and reached out to grope the spot on the sofa that had poked his butt, then pulled a... Little bird? out from between the cushion's seams.

It was a toy bird.

This bird was wedged tightly in the gap between two sofa cushions, with only its hard beak exposed facing upward, and the fat man had landed squarely on its beak just now.

"What is this?" The fat man curiously held the toy bird in his hand by two fingers. The fluff on the bird toy was somewhat disheveled, and a wisp of fur on its tail had even been plucked out. "Is this Mr. Xie Bian's doll? He doesn't look like someone who would like this kind of thing."

"It's a cat toy," Gu Mian said.

"Huh?" The fat man turned to look at Gu Mian. "How does the doctor know? Could it be the doctor raised a cat before?"

Gu Mian's luck had been bad since childhood, and this misfortune manifested in every aspect of life.

He remembered when he used to live in a school dorm, mice were frequent visitors to Gu Mian's room; they would ignore the surrounding dorms and loved squeezing into Gu Mian's room.

At that time, a roommate who kept a cat at home brought the family cat to the dorm to catch mice, and sometimes also brought a few cat toys to keep the cat company, so after a while Gu Mian got to know some cat toys.

"A roommate in middle school kept one," Gu Mian replied.

Too much time had passed, and he had long forgotten which roommate kept the cat, but he still remembered these cat toys.

"Does Mr. Xie Bian keep a cat too?" The fat