Meow Ba

Chapter 41 Voices on the Ceiling

The Orange County Police Headquarters are all old buildings from the last century. The ceiling is made of a frame ceiling. Looking up, it is a grid of squares, occasionally inlaid with a few fluorescent lamps, which is clean and elegant.

However, Ron turned around the entire archive with his head up again, and he also saw no damage.

"..."

There is no broken place anywhere, the mouse got out from the upper part and gnawed at the file?
Shaking his head in doubt, Ron's nose could smell the rat odor that filled the entire archive, but he didn't find any place like a cave. After thinking about it, Ron walked back to his cat's nest, lay down in it, and fell asleep.

I have just patrolled twice, I am a little tired, and there is still a long time before night, so keep up your energy.

Time passed, and at noon, Emma, ​​the assistant of the old police officer Barton, brought Ron a lunch from the police cafeteria, which was placed in a stainless steel cat food bowl that he had just bought, and placed beside the cat's litter box.

When the old police officer asked in the morning, Lorraine introduced Ron's eating habits to him, and he would eat what people eat, and there was no need to buy special cat food.

This made old Patton a little puzzled—in order to recruit a mouse catcher, Police Officer Patton found information on the Internet to understand the cat's habits and feeding methods. He knew that for cats, human food is high in oil, high in salt and low in salt. The type of protein, long-term consumption will cause hair loss, thin body and other adverse conditions.

However, since the cat's owner said so, and Ron's body didn't look like he was losing his hair or was thin and weak, Officer Barton didn't worry about it anymore.

As for cats, there will always be some strange things, whether it is behavior or body.

Smelling the scent of food in his sleep, Ron crawled out of the cat's nest with his eyes closed, and didn't open his eyes until his mouth touched the food.

Today's food is pan-fried chicken breast, served with ham and cheese crackers, and a small spoonful of Caesar salad-the newly bought cat food bowl is more like a small dinner plate, divided into three compartments, just enough to hold three kinds of food.

"Kachakacha~"

good to eat!

Robert's cooking just keeps getting better!
In his heart, he praised the chef of the police restaurant, and Ron ate it up.

Although the pan-fried chicken breast is delicious, the ham and cheese shortbread is the protagonist - the tomato juice is fully blended with the flour, the dough is kneaded and rested, rolled into thin slices and fried on a frying pan, and then put lettuce foam on top , diced tomatoes, diced ham, diced cheese, diced cheese, mixed and stirred stuffing, covered with a piece of pancake that has just been fried.

Press the two sides of the pancake together, and continue to turn over and fry in the frying pan until the cheese and cheese in the mixed filling melt, the pancake skin becomes crispy, and emits the unique mellow aroma of ham.

If you want to pursue an authentic taste, you must choose cheddar cheese and mozzarella cheese. Of course, most people don’t care about the cheese and cheese varieties as long as they are delicious.

The finished ham and cheese biscuits have the sourness of tomatoes and the meaty aroma of ham, as well as the delicious filling of mixed cheese and mellow cheese. If there is a cup of mocha, it will be perfect.

As for the final Caesar salad, there are slices of bread, cucumber, and lettuce, mixed with salad dressing and sprinkled with black pepper. It tastes sweet and can fill the stomach, which is quite good.

Gobbling for a while, Ron ate up all the food in the cat food bowl, and then fell asleep again. It was not until Emma brought dinner that he fully recovered.

He was full at noon, and Ron didn't have much need for dinner. He let the hot dog cool down slowly in the cat food bowl. In the silence, Ron's erect ears suddenly picked up some noises.

The police station was off work, and the noise definitely did not come from downstairs. Ron's erect ears twisted slightly, searching for the source of the sound like a radar.

A few seconds later, Ron determined the source of the sound. He crawled out of the cat's nest, jumped hard, and jumped onto the file rack in the first row.

The sound came from the ceiling, rustling and continuous, like a small army marching.

Following the sound, Ron kept jumping silently on the file racks of the archives, leaving footprints of plum blossoms on the dust on the top of the racks, and finally Ron stayed on the top of the file racks on the innermost wall of the archives, rustling The rustling sound also stopped in due time.

Are you going out?
But where is the passage?
Looking up, Ron's eyes gleamed under the fluorescent lamp, but the ceiling above this row of file shelves was intact, and there was no passage for rats to enter and exit.

"Swish, swipe, squeak, squeak, squeak~"

Under Ron's gaze, a piece of the ceiling above Ron's head near the corner suddenly concaved slightly inward, and then there was a slight sound of metal friction-the ceiling is made of aluminum, like small squares placed one by one. In the lattice, but at the moment, this little aluminum cube is removed!
"..."

Will it be Sprint who will come out next?
Looking at the small aluminum cube on the top of the head that should have been fixed with screws but was now removed, Ron's mood was very complicated.

He hoped that it was an ordinary mouse that was waiting for him, so that he could kill it without any pressure, complete the task of the probationary period, and become the rat catcher of the paper archives of the Orange County Police Headquarters, and live a smooth life from now on , delicious food, spicy food, and a happy life with a small amount of money.

But the ceiling cubes that were originally tightly covered and now removed indicate that things will not be that simple.

The level of intelligence that knows how to hide the entrance after each activity should be almost equal to that of a gorilla, right?

"squeak!"

Squatting on the top of the file shelf, Ron didn't make a sound, just watched the entrance silently, and after the rustling sound disappeared for a while, a small head suddenly poked down from the ceiling, just in line with Ron's Look at each other.

Long beard, sharp front teeth, black eyes, brown hair, it was indeed a mouse creature, but not a mouse - Ron scanned its head and saw two clumps of slender ear hair.

"..."

NND!This cat is already mentally prepared, waiting to see the big mouse with four little turtles!
Turns out you're a bastard?

The little head protruding from the ceiling belonged to a squirrel, and Ron pressed his ears, resisting the urge to snap out his claws.

Mice are indeed unlikely to lift the small aluminum cubes on the ceiling, but squirrels can. Studies have shown that squirrels have the same intelligence as a three-year-old child and have a strong ability to imitate. Perhaps this squirrel has seen someone debunk it somewhere. Open the ceiling, and learn from it.

However, squirrels have no smell, so where does the rat smell come from?

　Thank you for your reward!Thanks!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)