Meow Ba

Chapter 16 The big man afraid of mice
"Hahahahahaha!"

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

In the dormitory, while beating the desk, Lorraine laughed frantically. On his bed, Ron nestled under the blanket, his body twitching.

As for the protagonist of the incident, Fisher sat on his chair with his hands on the back of the chair, looking at the hilarious Lorraine, with a black face that could not tell whether it was shyness or anger, like a tablet computer - of course, at this time There is no Tablet PC, after all, Apple's PAD will not be officially released until 2010.

However, for a strong man who is two meters tall and weighs more than two hundred catties, being afraid of mice is an incredible state. The difference in weight between the two is hundreds of times, and Fisher can make him Rats turned to gravy on the floor.

But Fisher just couldn't contain the fear in his heart. He hated this kind of furry, crawling in dark corners, squeaking little mammals-maybe it has something to do with his childhood experience.

"Have you laughed enough?"

Gritting his teeth, Fisher, who had endured for a long time, squeezed out words one by one from between his teeth. He had endured to the extreme, and if Lorraine continued to laugh, he would explode.

"Well, enough laughing."

Able to hear Fisher's suppressed anger, Lorraine cleared his throat and stopped laughing wildly. On his bed, Ron also stopped twitching, poking his head out from under the blanket.

At this time, anyone can understand that the mouse placed on Fisher's bed is Ron's masterpiece, and as Ron's master, Lorraine has the necessity and responsibility to apologize to Fisher and compensate Fisher for his loss. loss.

After all, the blanket that had wrapped the rat had been stained with its incontinent urine. No matter how clean it was, Fisher would have left a shadow in his heart and would not use it again.

"Dear Fisher, as the owner of the orange, I sincerely apologize to you."

"Although oranges are not usually mischievous like this, it was wrong this time."

"I am willing to compensate you for your loss."

Lorraine's apology was sincere and sincere, and Fisher's face finally became less dull.

On Lorraine's bed, Ron also lowered his big orange head to Fisher - at this time, he must humbly admit his mistakes and earnestly repent. As for Ron's thoughts, Fisher doesn't know and won't I know, he just needs an attitude.

"Okay, okay, I accept your apology, and I also accept yours."

"As for compensation, forget it, I can still afford a blanket."

After waving his hand, Fisher accepted Lorraine's apology, then looked up at Ron on Lorraine's bed, and cautiously stretched out his big hand to stroke Ron's head.

"..."

never mind!Seeing your pitiful appearance just now, let you touch it!

Fisher's touch made Ron want to pop out his claws, but after thinking about Fisher's pitiful look just now, Ron gave up the idea of ​​resisting, and turned his ears down, letting Fisher's palm touch him Soft orange hair on the head.

Really think about it, it is actually quite pitiful for a big man to be afraid of rats. Fisher must not dare to walk in alleys every day, and it will definitely have an impact on his future police career - after all, many of those criminals are lurking in small, filthy places. In a dirty house, it is hard to guarantee that there will be no mice.

"How can this be done? I am the owner of the orange, and I must compensate you for the loss."

Behind Fisher, Lorraine gave Ron a fierce look, and said to Fisher.

When Lorraine helped Fisher get rid of the rats on the bed just now, Lorraine had already seen the brand of the blanket. It was not particularly luxurious, and Lorraine could still afford it.

It's just that Lorraine is a little depressed because he has just participated in the training and has to pay out before he gets the training salary.

"I said no compensation, but no compensation!"

Except for rats, there was nothing Fisher was afraid of—seeing Lorraine's appearance of arguing with him to the end, Fisher, who had recovered, immediately raised his voice.

As a result of the final dispute, Fisher did not want Lorraine's compensation, but Lorraine needed to go out with Fisher to buy a new set of beds and blankets, and at the same time asked Fisher to rub it.

Comparing the two, rubbing a meal is naturally cheaper - and Fisher's fear of mice is beyond Ron's expectations.

Ron didn't let any part of the big rat's corpse stain the bed during his prank, it was just wrapped in a blanket, but Fisher had to replace the back pad as well.

This finally made Ron feel a little guilty.

Ok!It seems that I have done too much, so I will give you five... no, four chances to touch my head, except this time!
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Comforting Fisher, helping him remove the quilt and blanket contaminated by rat urine, Lorraine put Ron's pet backpack on his back, lifted the plastic bag containing the dead body of the big rat, and went to the gate of the Orange County Police Headquarters with Fisher go.

It was past six o'clock, and the police restaurant in Building [-] had closed the dining window, so Lorraine and Fisher could only go outside to eat—Fisher had seen Ron's destructive power, and he didn't want to eat again when he came back. Seeing some objects that he didn't want to see on his desk, shoes or wardrobe, he insisted on asking Lorraine to bring Ron with him.

It was getting late, and the street lamps on both sides of the road leading to the gate of the dormitory had been turned on, emitting an orange light, attracting groups of small moths to linger under the lights, and hitting the lampshade with a light crackling sound.

Along the road, Lorraine and Fisher discussed the training they just experienced today, the textbooks they just got, and their vision for the future, and walked towards the gate.

Ron nestled in the pet backpack on Lorraine's back, looked at the little moths on the street lamp through the breathable screen of the pet backpack, and thought about the dinner that was waiting for him.

Just now Lorraine and Fisher discussed it in the dormitory. As a local snake, Lorraine took Fisher to the food street next to the airport to have a Mexican meal, and then went to the nearby supermarket to buy bedding—— Thinking of this, the salivary glands in Ron's mouth started to work.

However, when Lorraine and Fisher walked to the second building, a pair of green eyes suddenly lit up among the bushes on the lawn, followed by a burst of barking.

A huge German black back with a shoulder height of nearly one meter jumped out from the bushes, and quickly ran towards Lorraine and Fisher. The dog tag, while Fisher was on guard, Lorraine had already seen the fine print on it: Police Dog Barto, belonging to the Orange County Police Headquarters, number 0003.

"You two stop!"

"My dog ​​smells something bad."

The barking of the black back in Germany, the refreshing female voice came from behind the two of them, Lorraine and Fisher turned their heads to look, and a tall black girl in police uniform followed quickly, with her left hand holding She is holding a dog leash, which should have been hung around the neck of the German black back, and in her right hand is a Glock XVII, the standard sidearm of the American patrol police.

(End of this chapter)