Pet King

Rotten taste.

In the dark alley in front, there was a strong smell of decay, like the smell of rotten mice in a gutter.

Old Tea knew he had reached his destination.

The chest was a little sharp, and the hot air was exhaled from his throat.

It knows that it is old, and it is no longer physically brave, as it was sung in that song.

[The breeze laughs,

To provoke loneliness,

Evening photos of pride are left. 】

Now is not the time to be sad. It expels excess heat from the body through frequent breathing, and gradually returns to normal heartbeat.

It did not choose to enter on a level road. Since it is a cat, of course it is safer to walk on the wall.

Standing on the wall of the alley, he looked at the alley carefully.

Sewage overflows, garbage everywhere, and the heavy odor becomes a natural umbrella for this alley. Ordinary people will not come in intentionally even if they pass here.

No street lights.

It looked up, not that there were no street lights, but that the street lights were all broken.

The alley was dim, but it was hard to beat old tea.

Through the cat's peculiar UV vision, it found that there were more than one cat's urine in this alley. The alleys that can make humans stop, but it is a paradise for wild cats.

A fat rat squeezed out of the gap in the sewer fence, squeaked, sniffed, and seemed to find no danger. He immediately rushed to the pile of black garbage bags, bite the bag and search for food.

Lao Cha was trying to move on, and suddenly a slight rubbing sound was caught in his ear, then he stopped again.

A black cat appeared quietly from a dead corner in the alley, staring at the mouse. It has been lurking in the dead end for a long time, and finally waited for the prey to appear.

Raising his claws gently, he quietly dropped his feet, the black cat made almost no sound, and slowly approached the mouse from behind. Half of the rat's head was pierced into a garbage bag, and it seemed to find something delicious, which creaked into a fragrant aroma.

The black cat was close enough, it leaped violently, holding the mouse's head and body with its two paws, respectively.

The rat squeaked in horror and kept wagging its tail, but its fate was already doomed.

After watching the scene with cold eyes, the old tea leapt up again, advancing deep into the alley.

The black cat was startled by the sound of wind in the old coat's horse jacket, and the cat's claws loosened, thinking that a competitor was coming. The mouse tried to escape, but the black cat lifted its tail and slammed it against the wall, knocking it out.

The old tea changed from a large forward and backward leap to a small left and right leap forward, carefully observing the surrounding situation.

There must be some inhabitants in the alley, and several houses were lit with dim lights. I don't know why they chose to live here, because they have no money, or because they are living together?

A small, three-story building appeared in the field of vision, not so much as a small observation deck, squeezed into the middle by low bungalows on both sides.

Youth consulting firm.

The light in the small building was completely black, and Lao Cha listened to her ears, and could not hear anything, as quiet as a grave.

Laocha jumped off the wall, and then turned around outside the main entrance of the small building.

It sniffed carefully.

Nothing wrong, here it is!

The smell of red-eyed mice in the ditch is nearby.

The main door was a metal security door. It reached out its claws and tried to insert the claw tips into the gap. The door was locked tightly and could not be opened.

It doesn't matter, even if the front door can be opened, it does not intend to go through the front door.

The door is pushed outward. It thought about it, turned back to the alley, and found a piece of wood more than half a meter long from the nearby roof, which is the kind of leftover material left by hand when making furniture. The wood is soft and fit for use.

Laocha inserted the tip of his claw into a wooden bar, returned to the door, and made an angle. Using a small pit on the ground, he leaned against the door obliquely with a wooden bar. The headline is fixed.

This is a catch. If there are people in the small building, even if they want to run, at least it is impossible to run away from the main entrance.

The sound of wood rubbing against the metal door sounded a bit harsh in the dead alley.

Old Tea listened carefully again, and there was still no movement in the small building.

It jumped up to the wall and went to the side of the small building.

A sewage pipe protrudes from the roof and hangs down to the ground.

The sewage pipe is plastic and is fixed to the exterior wall with rusted iron rings.

Lao Cha leapt forward, choked the pipe, and came to the top of the building.

A variety of **** and waste are stacked on the roof, and a small door leads to the roof.

Lao Cha looked at it. The difference between the roof and the nearby bungalow is not large. If you are anxious and have mastered some floor buffering skills, you can jump from the roof to the surrounding roof.

The small door was thin iron and locked from the inside.

The old tea was processed according to law, and some scraps were pushed against the door again.

Let you have no way to heaven, no way to the ground.

Lao Cha was standing on the top of the building, looking out into the deep alleyway, thinking if he had any omissions.

After a few seconds, it jumped up and jumped off the top of the building!

In the blink of an eye, it had fallen to the level of the third-floor window.

Lao Cha swung her tail and exerted a force on her waist. She adjusted her body's center of gravity and direction, reached out her claws, caught the third-floor window sill between the sparkles of calcium carbide, and pulled herself up.

Squatting on the window sill, it looks into the room through the glass.

The room was dark, but the eyes of old tea could still tell the difference.

If someone looks out of the window at this time, he will be scared to death by the yellow eyes of old tea.

There are no signs of human activity, and people seem to have gone.

The old tea raised its claw tip and clicked on the glass at an extremely fast speed.

Wow!

The impacted glass shattered, and most of it fell into the room along the direction of the force. A small part of it also splashed outside, fell to the ground and smashed again.

The noise here is not small.

Even if someone is sleeping in the building, it must be awake to hear this voice.

Lao Cha did not rush into the room, and continued to squat on the windowsill to watch the six roads.

The few residents in the alley probably have mastered certain survival skills. When they heard the sound of glass breaking, not only did nobody go out to check what happened, they turned off their lights anyway.

The alley became dark.

The building remains quiet.

The tip of the old tea claws wiped out the remaining broken glass on the window frame one by one, lengthened the sleeves pulled up by his own vest, wrapped the two front claws, cleaned the broken glass on the inner window sill, and then drilled in.

In fact, when the glass was broken, it was 100% sure that there were no people in the room, because there was only a very weak human taste, indicating that people went to the floor.

This is an office. The owner did not leave in a hurry. He cleaned up before leaving, and even swept the floor and wiped the table, just like a model tenant.

Seeing this scene, Lao Cha determined two things. One is that I can't find any clues here. The other is that the opponent must be an old fox or a small fox.

It is not right to say that there is no clue, because the most prominent place is the center of the desk on the desk. Some documents are standing upright, just like waiting for people to read them. Laocha worry that this is a trap.

From the outside to the inside, the old tea walked around in the room, like plowing the ground, looking for any possible clues or traps. Under the sofa, in the flower pot, on the coat rack, it has not missed any details.

When looking for it, its claws are protruded out, and by tapping the echo of the floor, it is determined whether there are traps or hidden cells under the floor.

Finally, searching for nothing, he came to his desk.

It first checked the bottom of the desk for any deadly organs hidden.

No, everything is fine.

It jumped to the corner of the desk. Except for the documents in front of it, no piece of paper could be found throughout the room. It stretched a front claw and carefully and gently hooked the files in front of itself.

On the top sheet of paper, the handwriting on the paper is not handwritten, but typed out using a printer called something from a pet shop.

"I don't know who found this place first, the police, or somebody else or something. But when you see this paper, I have already left the city, so don't bother to find me again. You and me There are no personal grievances. This time it was just a normal business transaction. Someone paid for it. I provided services and nothing more. "

"I'm a small person, an unknown person. It's not worth the effort and disgust for people like me through this kind of bread and butter. There are many people like me all over the world who can't be killed. , In popular words-there is no harm without trading. There is a market when there is demand. "

"Of course, these three words can't make you angry, I understand. I have n’t failed too many times. This is n’t the first time. If it ’s not those babies who are too weak, you are too strong. I ’m right to beat me. Your opponents always hold high respect, so the documents under this paper are your trophies, and I hope to calm your anger. "

"If you insist on following me, I will also be troublesome."

Falling money-youth.

Lao Cha removed this page of paper. The following files seem to be records of conversations and conversations. In addition, there is a small plastic block, which is similar to the U disk used by Zhang Zi'an to print things, and may be similar.

Qingren thinks these things can calm down the visitor's anger, and Lao Cha ponders whether to believe him.

The siren sounded far from the direction of the alley.

Lao Cha jumped back to the windowsill and saw several police cars blocking the alley.

The catchers are coming ~ www.readwn.com ~ It kneads the first piece of paper and puts it in the pocket of the jacket. It was about to leave from the original window. Suddenly, his eyes floated to the wall with a banner on it. Two poems about Long Fei Feng Wu.

If he was an emperor in his year, the newspaper and Taohua would be in one place.

The old tea snorted coldly.

It leaps into the air, uses the falling potential to reach out its claws, and cuts the banner in half like a knife-cut tofu. The cut just splits the word "green" into two, and the wall surface is not damaged.

The alley could not drive in the alley, the road was dark, and the catchers ran in deep and shallow.

The old tea jumped out of the window, hugged the sewage pipe and slid down, kicked the wooden strip at the door aside, re-closed the wall, and returned to the direction of the pet store, where there was a partner waiting for it to return-the new partner, like In the song:

[Cang Sheng laughs,

No longer lonely,

Pride is still smiling. 】