Cat Is Listening

My name is Wang Ran, and I am a car customer service officer. At two o'clock in the morning, I received a call from a woman: "My car is falling off a cliff, can you help me call the police?" I thought it was a prank. Until the news broadcast the next day: there was an accident on the beltway that fell off a cliff, and the driver died on the spot - the time was exactly after that phone call. The system displays "Unknown Access" and the recording disappears. What's even weirder is that I picked up an injured tabby cat in the parking lot. It has deep cuts on its hind legs and a golden light hidden in its pupils. Since then, I have been receiving strange phone calls late at night. On the other end of the phone are those who haven't finished speaking. And this cat stayed by my pillow every night, growling at the darkness outside the window. Later, a man in a Tang suit came to the door: "The cat you picked up is a sacred beast that has been guarded by our Taoist sect for eight hundred years. As for you... You can hear those calls because you were born to belong to this line." He said it was called the "yin line" - the last gap connecting this shore to the other shore. And those phone calls to me were not horror stories. I haven't had time to say goodbye yet. "Hey, this is Jiguang customer service. Don't be afraid, speak slowly, I'm listening."