"Meow meow meow~ Big bro, stop inhaling me. My head's going to swell up. Watch for a bit instead." Feeling ticklish, Kitty pushed Deathstroke's head away with her paws and stammered, "Look, something is talking to Harley."
She did not dislike being close to people, especially Deathstroke. He truly liked felines; cats could sense that, and she had caught the scent of other cats on him more than once.
But he was too strong, and his lung capacity was enormous. He was practically going to suck her little cat head out of shape, meow!
Amused, Su Ming stopped and headed toward the doorway, following Little Sugar Bean ahead. Though he knew they would not be discovered, he still kept a certain distance.
Just as Kitty had said, the female doctor walking through the green corridor came to a stop. She tilted her head, perked up her ears to listen, and looked toward the ceiling.
Yet Su Ming himself heard nothing. It was not that the area was quiet; most of the sounds were simply background noise meant to create a horror atmosphere, the sort of "scrape scrape scrape" or "thud thud thud" sounds from movies, implying that something was moving in the darkness or that some object had fallen.
A great many horror films used this routine: make some noise to lure people over, then suddenly hit them with a jump scare.
Ever since Hitchcock's Psycho, directors had loved this technique, as though a movie could not count as horror without it.
"I didn't hear anything at all. Is this what they call dream talk?"
Fortunately, this was a dream. When he encountered something hard to explain, he could just ask Kitty. Carrying around a Dream was just that convenient. Su Ming pulled out a cigarette and gestured questioningly toward