Is He Really The Protagonist?

The occupancy rate where he lives is not high because it is an old community, and most of them are elderly people. Most people go to bed early at this time.

There were only a few dim street lights downstairs, creating a small circle of light on the road, while the rest of the place was plunged into darkness.

The thick and stagnant darkness seemed to have weight, making Xiao Posheng unable to breathe.

Standing at the door of the building, the Star Pupils were already open, and there was no spiritual energy fluctuation on the snow gun. Naturally, he could not use the spiritual energy to find her. He could only look for clues in places where she might pass by.

But he only found traces of the snow gun leaving, not its return.

His heart kept sinking. Half an hour later, Xiao Bosheng arrived at the place where Xue Qiang had mentioned.

In fact, he was not sure where the snow gun was talking about. After all, despite the species difference, he could only roughly understand what she meant.

But there is a high probability that it is where he is now. You can see many stray cats when passing by here. The street office has also set up a feeding point here to provide convenience for nearby residents to feed cats.

Looking at this small triangular flower bed surrounded by three roads, Xiao Bosheng's expression became solemn.

There was no sign, not a cat.

With the help of the light from the street lamp next to him, Xiao Bosheng rummaged in the flower bed for a while, holding a bunch of white hair and stood up. Someone was here to catch the cat.

He looked at the nearby intersection, took out his gloves and put them on.

"Lingyun, can you hack into the camera and give me the surveillance video here within four hours?"

"Sorry Xingchen, I know you are in a hurry at this time, but I can't help you. You are a member of Yuling. This behavior will seriously violate the relevant regulations of Yuling. What's more, both cameras here are broken. Yes, they have no effect."

"..."

He punched the edge of the flower bed, and the bricks next to the flower bed were suddenly covered with spider-like cracks.

A feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart, and at this moment, he couldn't think of any solution.

If the snow gun is taken away, the best result is to send it to a pet store. As long as he searches for it one by one, he will definitely find it.

I'm afraid it was taken away by others, unscrupulous cat dealers, or even people who eat cat meat.

Thinking of what might happen to the snow gun, Xiao Bosheng's breathing became rapid, his pupils shrank, and the whites of his eyes became bloodshot and red.

"Brother Xiao?"

A slightly familiar voice came from behind. Xiao Bosheng turned his head and saw a face that was not unfamiliar.

Wu Jiiling was startled by his red eyes and calmed down: "Brother Xiao, are you looking for something?"

Xiao Bosheng calmed down a little, and his tone was a little stiff: "Yes, my cat played here before, have you seen it?"

Wu Jiiling pointed in one direction: "Is it a white cat? A few people were catching cats here just now. I saw a few of them ran away. There was a particularly beautiful white cat that ran over there. I don't know now. Where have you gone?"

Xiao Bosheng glanced at him and didn't dwell on why he appeared here so late. He ran towards where he pointed, leaving only two words in the air: "Thank you."

After Xiao Bosheng left, Wu Jiiling walked to the flower bed, looked at the cracks on the stone bricks, and said, "So this is the beginning of the blackening. Am I changing history?"

Not long after leaving, Xiao Bosheng saw a faint trace of blood at a corner, and immediately ran that way without hesitation.

Turning the corner, there was a dead end surrounded by several buildings. A black trash can squatted in the corner, looking coldly at the uninvited guest who visited late at night.

Xiao Posheng took two steps forward and called softly: "Snow gun?"

There was a slight noise from the trash can. Xiao Bosheng breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward.

"Don't be afraid, I'm coming."

"Meow."

A gray head poked out of the trash can. When he saw it was him, he kicked his legs out of the trash can and limped over to her. Xiao Posheng quickly took two steps forward and reached out to pick her up.

I just saw blood stains outside. It seemed to be from the injury caused by the snow gun.

Jiang carefully held her in front of him, ignoring the peculiar smell coming from the snow gun, and checked. Sure enough, a large piece of hair had been rubbed off on the right hind leg, but the wound was not serious and it didn't seem to be bleeding anymore.

Carefully avoiding the wound, he gently held her in his arms: "It's okay, let's go home."

The snow gun made no sound, and the small body curled up in his arms and trembled. When he returned to the flower bed, Wu Jiiling had already left.

I will never say thank you for the great kindness, and I will definitely repay it if I have the opportunity in the future.

When they returned to their place of residence, Xue Qiang had fallen asleep and huddled up in a ball. Xiao Bosheng had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​giving her a bath.

He took out cotton swabs and alcohol from the medical kit and cleaned up the dirt on the snow gun wound. As for other places, just wash it off tomorrow. After carrying her into the bedroom and putting her in the den, he still needed to wash up.

As soon as he took her out of his arms, Snow Gun immediately began to struggle, looking extremely uncomfortable, with his milky white claws sticking out from between his toes.

But as long as I held him in my arms, nothing would happen. There was nothing I could do. I looked at my pants, which were covered in mud from digging in the flower bed, and finally sat on the sofa with my snow gun in my arms.

Xue Qiang slept quite comfortably, but she trembled from time to time, and her muscles also felt tight. Xiao Bosheng gently stroked his hands back and forth from her head to her back. She liked this movement the most, and it naturally made her happy at this moment. Relax.

It also helps him relax.

He never wanted to encounter the fear he felt when he found only a handful of hair from the snow gun in the flower bed.

I fell asleep unconsciously while sitting on the sofa, and it was the next morning when I woke up again.

Feeling the touch in his hands, Xiao Bosheng let out a long sigh of relief.

I started dreaming before the New Year, and the content of the dream was repetitive and monotonous. Last night, for the first time, I dreamed of another scene. The snow gun was taken away by someone who couldn't see the face clearly, and I couldn't catch it.

The snow gun in his arms had woken up at some point, because Xiao Bosheng glanced at him and then squinted his eyes, looking listless.

"Meow⁓"

"It's okay. I'll just go with you from now on. You can talk about your business while I sit far away and wait for you. Does your leg still hurt?"

"Meow?"

"Your leg was injured and you lost a lot of hair."

Snow Gun turned his head and glanced: "Meow!"

"It seems that everything is fine, but I still need to take you to the hospital for a checkup."

Upon hearing his words, Snow Gun's voice was urgent and sharp: "Meow, meow, meow!"

Xiao Posheng covered his face: "What kind of cat has the human doctor never seen? What are you afraid of if it just lost its fur?"

"Meow!"

"Is there anything I can't see in person?"

"Meow!"

"Didn't I see it too?"

"Meow!"

"Huh? You mean I'm not a human being."

"Meow meow⁓"

"You're telling me, what can I do that's special?"

"Meow⁓"

In the end, the hospital didn't go to the hospital and they took her temperature. It was normal, so Xiao Posheng stopped insisting.

When he was cleaning Snow Gun's body, he discovered that the wound had healed, with only red marks proving that it had been injured.

Blow-drying the hair, the bald area on the hind legs is a bit irritating.

Xue Qiang lay on the sofa, looking at his bald spot, his eyes distressed and sad, but for some reason, Xiao Bosheng always wanted to laugh.

In order not to let her hear his laughter, he quickly went into the room to get his clothes and wash up.

After making sure that he wouldn't laugh out loud suddenly, Xiao Bosheng opened the bathroom door. Snow Gun was squatting at the door, looking at him pitifully.

"Meow⁓"

He bent down and picked up the snow gun. The floor of the room was mopped every day just to keep the snow gun running around inside clean: "I'm right here, I haven't gone anywhere."

I walked to the desk with my snow gun in my arms and sat down. I had no other plans today, I just wanted to concentrate on my review.

The snow gun was no longer stuck in his arms, and he lay sensibly on the empty seat next to the desk, licking his bald spot from time to time.

"It's okay. Your hair doesn't grow. It will grow back in four months at most."

"Meow?"

"It must be true. Xiao Posheng never cheats on snow guns."

“Meow⁓”

"You haven't been out for four months, so you won't host your conference?"

Hearing these words, Snow Gun's tone became urgent: "Meow meow!"

"What's going on? What happened last night?"