I loaded the geek game - Chapter 861 The Drunk and the Sick Cat

As night falls, the lights of the izakayas folded in the crowded city begin to light up one after another.

"You have worked hard!"

Along with greetings, the sound of wine glasses clinking can be heard in the pub.

Yoshida Otsuka, a white-collar worker in a suit and tie during the day, has changed his reserved and strict attitude at work and is now drinking and playing finger-guessing games with his colleagues. The strong roar of alcohol passing through his stomach and intestines makes him forget for a short time the depression and irritability of not being able to write a business plan at work.

The company's drinking parties are nothing more than an extension of work, and getting drunk is part of the job. For office workers, this is unavoidable. If someone refuses such a social gathering, they will often be considered "lacking common sense".

It was not until one o'clock in the morning that Yoshida Otsuka finally stumbled out of the karaoke bar.

"Can you really go home by yourself, Senior?"

"Don't look at me like this, I'm not drunk... Hehe, I'm just still a little excited. It's okay, don't worry about me, my home is not far over there, just a few steps away."

"See you tomorrow, hehe...hiccup, see you tomorrow."

Otsuka said goodbye to a few colleagues who were also drunk, grabbed his briefcase and headed towards home.

It was said that his home was just a few steps away, but Yoshida Otsuka walked unsteadily for more than ten minutes and still hadn't arrived.

The stimulation of alcohol was still affecting Otsuka's body, making him feel dizzy and extremely relaxed. Turning to a street corner where the street lights could not reach, Otsuka raised his hand to pull at his sweaty and twisted tie, and exhaled the alcohol in his throat:

He put down his briefcase, took off his shoes and socks, placed them neatly beside him, and then fell headfirst onto the cold road.

Not long after, Otsuka began to snore loudly and fell asleep on the street.

It was a little after one in the morning, and there were still some pedestrians on the street occasionally, but almost everyone ignored Otsuka, except for a kind-hearted woman who was also wearing a business suit.

When the woman saw Otsuka sleeping on the street, she placed a bottle of water she had just bought from a convenience store next to him. Apart from that, she did nothing else and had no intention of waking Otsuka up.

Especially for residents living near izakayas, this kind of thing is commonplace.

"What a mess, this guy. Tomorrow is still a workday."

After the kind-hearted woman finished peeing, she muttered something like this and stood up to leave.

And just at this moment, a cat's cry was heard.

The cat's meow was weak but sharp, so sharp that it sounded like nails scratching on glass, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The woman subconsciously looked around and saw a cat crouching at the entrance of a damp alley on the street.

It must be a very old cat.

It was hunched over and extremely thin, with the spine and ribs clearly visible under its skin. Its fur was dirty and clumpy, and it was losing a lot of hair, with white or light red skin exposed in many parts of its body.

Do not……

In the case of this cat, this is more likely a symptom of a condition such as water accumulation.

"Meow."

The cat meowed again, and its skinny body twitched twice strangely, then it walked towards where Otsuka and the woman were.

There is a kind of...how should I put it?

As if it doesn’t fit in this body, and is trying to “tame” the weirdness of its own limbs?"It looks like a cat that is dying."

As the woman thought this, her eyes met the sick cat's.

This cat's eyes were not as bright as those of other cats that could sparkle in the night. Instead, they were cloudy and lifeless, like... the eyes of a dead person.

As if acting on instinct, the woman quickly fled from here, no longer caring about the drunk man and sick cat she left behind.

"Meow."

Ignoring the fleeing woman, the old cat struggled to climb onto Otsuka's body and sat on Otsuka's chest in a human-like posture, with its bloated belly facing the latter's face.

The drunk Otsuka was unaware of the pressure on his chest and continued to sleep.

The bulge in its abdomen grew larger, taking on an irregular shape that kept changing, as if something was wriggling inside.

Hiss.

The sound of muscle fascia tearing was heard, and a bloody crack appeared on the sick cat's abdomen. Its skin and flesh stretched to the left and right, becoming like a pair of bloody wings. Then, a mass of sticky flesh rolled out from it.

The mass of flesh and blood looked like a maggot, but also like an underdeveloped kitten.

……

"Well……"

Otsuka Yoshida got up from the ground.

His body movements now seemed even more uncoordinated than when he was drunk.

That old cat was truly the worst body that the ugly woman from Izumizu had ever possessed.

Aged, slow, and with extremely poor body perception, the ugly woman even suspected that the old cat might die of body failure before finding the next suitable body.

If such a thing really happened, considering the weak and dying state of Izumizu Uguniu with only one breath left, she would probably be trapped and died in the body of the sick cat.

If she really died like this, then the ugly woman Quanjin would probably become the god with the most humiliating way of falling.

Although the man's body was not healthy and he was weak and tired, at least things took a turn for the better.

This is all thanks to the gifts of big cities.

"I can't leave this body for now. My authority... all this is because of him..."

Kamiya River.

Izumizu Uguniu didn't expect that she would be defeated so badly in the battle with Kamiyagawa.

But, He has not lost yet.

Now He had to take a break and recuperate in this male body for a while, then look for a suitable body, preferably a human body that had spiritual power, which would be conducive to the further recovery of the ugly woman Quanjin.

"Kamiyukawa, we're not done yet." (End of this chapter)