Gu Miao: My husband seems to have a bad reputation on this earth.

"Who are you?" The man picked up Qiu Mainin cat Yanping and placed him on his legs. The cat actually stared blankly in front of him?

Qiu Yanping sat on the man's legs with his four paws stiff. He was actually lifted up by the collar of a man? This was really an insult to a male cat.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "Or, is it just a cat?"

After hearing this, Qiu Yanping decided to pretend to be dead. He was just a cat, so just let him fend for himself.

Although all the people on Earth are transformed from cats, there are also pure cats. The man saw that the cat in front of him didn't react much to what he said, so he thought it was just an ordinary cat.

He relaxed a little. There was no need for him to be so alert in front of a cat.

The man didn't say anything else. He was already stupid enough after talking to a cat. He closed his eyes slightly and gently stroked the white fur collar of the beautiful Maine cat on his leg with one hand.

Qiu Yanping shook his fur. He had to say that the man's technique in petting the cat was very good. Qiu Yanping even felt it was quite comfortable and wanted to curl up on the man's thighs and take a nap. But when he thought that he was now lying on a man's lap, Qiu Yanping shuddered and woke up from his sleepiness. He suddenly broke away the man's hand and jumped down.

The man opened his eyes and looked at the Maine cat, who was not friendly at all. He was furious at him and twitched his mouth. This little thing was clearly enjoying it just now and making a little groan in its throat, but in the blink of an eye, it turned hostile.

Qiu Yanping bared his teeth at the man, flicked his tail, and slipped away into the bushes.

"General Gu." Not long after Qiu Yanping ran away, a doctor in charge of the man's injuries came over and said, "Your injuries have all healed. The secondary growth of your calf tendon is going well. You can be discharged from the hospital."

The man paused, holding his knees, and asked, "Why can't I stand up?"

"This...is no longer within the scope of physical therapy." The attending doctor said. He swallowed his saliva under the pressure of the man. "There is a doctor named Qiu who specializes in mental rehabilitation therapy. You can ask that doctor."

The man lowered his eyes. His last name was Qiu, and the only doctor who specialized in that field was the weirdo in the Marshal's family. He nodded slightly, "I understand. Thank you."

"You're welcome." The attending doctor breathed a sigh of relief. "Your staff have already completed the discharge procedures for you. You can leave directly."

The man responded, turned around and left in the wheelchair.

"Gu Wenye!" A young man who looked to be in his early twenties trotted over to the medical center's helipad, "I'm here to take you home."

"You are so disrespectful. Call me brother." The man in the wheelchair softened his expression when he saw the young man. He corrected the young man's call and did not let the young man push him. He looked at the young man who glanced at him from time to time and felt a little amused. "Walk carefully."

The young man straightened his back consciously, took a few steps forward, and then slowed down. He glanced at Gu Wenye's legs, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked, "Brother, did the doctor say how long you have to sit on this thing?"

"It depends on the situation." Gu Wenye said, "By the way, please help me make an appointment with someone."

"Ah? Who?" The young man was stunned.

"Qiu Yanping." Gu Wenye said.

"Him?! What do you want to do with that man? You don't want him to use you as an experiment, do you?" The young man jumped up and yelled, "No, no, no way."

Gu Wenye shook his head. "The doctor recommended it."

"...Isn't it possible that this doctor took money from that man and they are in partnership?" the young man muttered in a low voice.

Gu Wenye laughed, "What nonsense are you talking about? Just help me arrange it."

"That guy seems to have had some problems recently. He went to the same hospital as you. I guess it's hard to see him recently." The young man insisted on persuading Gu Wenye to give up the idea. Go to Qiu Yanping to treat his leg? What a joke. That man has a bad reputation. Although his specific actions have been covered up, he is definitely not a good person. It is best to keep a distance from such a man.

"Gu Wenle." Gu Wenye sounded like a warning.

"...Anyway, I'll try to arrange it." The young man was called by Gu Wenye. Gu Wenle, who was used to not challenging the majesty of his elder brother, curled his lips and changed his tone, "What are you going to do in the future?" Gu Wenle pursed his lips and asked, "If you don't have any plans, why don't you come to my place?"

He looked up information online and found that traumatized people should not be left alone.

"Come to your place? What can I do for you in this state?" Gu Wenye curled his lips, waved his hand slightly, rejected Gu Wenle's invitation, and said, "I have my own plans."

Gu Wenle didn't insist and nodded, "Okay, let's go home."

Gu has worked in medical centers and battlefields for a long time in the news industry. When he heard the word "home", he felt a sense of comfort in his heart, "Yeah."

Qiu Yanping had no idea that he had somehow become involved with the man he had had a brief encounter with in the back garden. He sat listlessly on the return SkyTrain, feeling that his cat life was tiring.

The girl he liked was not a human being. The strange man in the wheelchair treated her as a pet cat. And he could only be a cat during the day...

If Qiu Yanping knew that Gu Wenye's first comment when he saw him was "handsome", he might feel better, after all, he was praised. Qiu Yanping always happily accepted all compliments.

On the SkyTrain, a screen playing current affairs was replaying news. Qiu Yanping listened in boredom until he heard the news mention the frequent residential fires in recent times. He perked up a little and pricked up his ears to listen to the news broadcast coming from the screen.

Qiu Yanping had been somewhat concerned about the fact that the black smoke had not been resolved last night. When he heard the news report mention the two affected residential areas, he quickly formed a rough picture in his mind.

He matched the orientation of the houses with the Eight Trigrams. The first house that caught fire was located in the Zhen Trigram in the due east, and the second house that caught fire was located in the Dui Trigram in the due west. Coincidentally, when comparing these Eight Trigrams with the Eight Gates in Qi Men Dun Jia, it was found that these two places each corresponded to two of the Three Evil Gates, the Injury Gate and the Alarm Gate.

The Hurting Gate belongs to Wood, which thrives in spring and rests in summer. The first fire this year occurred at the end of summer. One person in the house suffered third-degree burns and two people were slightly injured.

Jingmen belongs to metal, which is prosperous in autumn. Now, it is late autumn, and the second fire incident was resolved with his intervention, and there was no danger and no casualties.

Qiu Yanping made a quick calculation and checked all the information. The remaining gate of the three evil gates was the Death Gate. The Death Gate corresponded to the Kun hexagram and was located in the southwest corner of the residential area.

The Death Gate belongs to the earth. All things are born in spring and die in autumn, so it is prosperous in autumn.

One more big fire left.

The three evil gates and the three sourceless fires, when combined together, form the Sangong Lihuo formation. Once the formation is completed, it can destroy the feng shui of the house and turn good fortune into disaster. If hundreds of households in the residential area live in such feng shui houses for a long time, they will have to report to the underworld before their life span is over.

Qiu Yanping pinched the cat's paw and calculated that in order to cater to the Death Gate in Qi Men Dun Jia, one must cater to the right time, right place and right people. All three are indispensable. So there is only one choice left.

To break death and survive, Qiu Yanping licked his paws with his eyes narrowed. This was a severe challenge for him who did not have any props.

Author: Qiu Miao, do you still remember that your paws are covered with dust and you haven't washed them yet?_(:зゝ∠)_