At first, only one or two bells swayed gently. Then, a large number of bells started to rock more violently, filling the room with loud noises. The four of us were completely astounded; none of us could move or say anything for a while.

I then noticed that the bell facing the window did not move. It was probably because the civet did not like the sun, so I asked Dali to pull the curtains up.

After that, I took out a marker from my bag. On the edge of the table, I wrote some common words above each bell. I thought it would be possible to communicate with the cat spirit with a makeshift Ouija board.

However, after only writing two words, I heard a plop behind me, and when I turned my head, Dali had fallen to the floor.

“Dali! What’s wrong?” I asked.

I quickly ran over to him, but just as I reached him, Dali suddenly grabbed my wrist and squeezed it with great strength....