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In a dark alley in front of me, there was a strong smell of decay, like the smell of rotting rats in the gutter.

Lao Cha knew he had arrived at his destination.

The heaving of his chest was a little rapid, and the hot air came out of his throat.

It knew that it was old, and that it was no longer as brave physically, just like it sang in that song.

[Breeze laughs,

but lonely,

There is still a night photo left of pride. 】

Now is not the time to be sad, it expells excess heat from the body through frequent breathing, allowing the heartbeat to gradually return to normal.

It didn't choose to enter on a flat road, and since it was a cat, it was certainly safer to walk on the wall.

Standing on the wall at the mouth of the alley, it carefully surveyed the alley.

The sewage is overflowing, garbage is everywhere, and the strong stench has become a natural umbrella for this alley, and ordinary people will not deliberately enter even if they pass through here.

There are no street lights.

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

The alley was dark, but it didn't bother the old tea.

Through the cat's characteristic ultraviolet vision, it found that there were still traces of fresh cat urine in this alley, and there was more than one. The alleys that can deter humans are a paradise for wild cats.

A fat rat squeezed out of the crack in the sewer fence, squeaked, sniffed, and as if not aware of the danger, immediately rushed over to the pile of black garbage bags, biting open the bags, looking for food.

Lao Cha was about to move on, when suddenly he caught a slight friction sound in his ears, and stopped again.

A black cat emerges from a corner of the alley, its eyes fixed on the mouse. It has probably been lurking in the dead end for a long time, finally waiting for its prey to appear.

Gently raising its paws and quietly landing, the black cat barely made a sound, and slowly approached the mouse from behind. Half of the rat's head was stuck in the garbage bag, and it seemed to have found something delicious, and it was squeaking and gnawing on it.

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

The mouse squeaked in horror and kept flicking its tail, but its fate was already sealed.

After watching this scene coldly, Lao Cha jumped up again and advanced into the depths of the alley.

The black cat was startled by the sound of Lao Cha's horse coat carrying the wind, and the cat's paws loosened, thinking that a competitor was coming. The mouse tried to escape, but the black cat grabbed its tail and threw it against the wall, knocking it unconscious.

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

There must have been some residents living in the alleys, and several of them were dimly lit. I wonder why they chose to live here, because they didn't have money, or because they were like things?

A small, small, three-story building came into view, not so much a small building as an observatory, squeezed in the middle by the low bungalows on either side.

Youth Consulting Office.

The lights in the small building were completely dark, and Lao Cha listened attentively, but he couldn't hear any movement, and it was as quiet as a tomb.

Lao Cha jumped down from the wall and first went around the main entrance of the small building.

It sniffed carefully.

You can't be wrong, this is it!

There is the smell of red-eyed rats in the gutter nearby.

The main entrance is a metal security door, it sticks out its claws, inserts the tip of the claw into the crack and tries it, the door is locked so tightly that it can't be opened.

It doesn't matter, even if the main entrance can be opened, it doesn't plan to go through the main entrance.

This door is pushed outward. It thought about it, turned back into the alley, and found a piece of wood more than half a meter long from the roof of a nearby house, which was the kind of leftover material left over from the hand-made furniture, the wood was softer and suitable for use.

Lao Cha inserted the tip of his claw into the wooden strip, returned to the door, gestured the angle, used a small pit in the ground, and used the wooden strip to resist the door diagonally, and then flew up with a kick and kicked violently to fix the wooden strip.

This is a turtle in an urn. If there were people in the small building, even if they wanted to, it would be impossible to run away from the main entrance.

The wood rubbed against the metal door and made some noise, which seemed a little harsh in the dead alley.

Lao Cha listened carefully again, but there was still no movement in the small building.

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

A sewage pipe extends from the roof of the building and falls to the ground.

The sewage pipe is plastic, fastened to the exterior wall with a rusty iron ring.

Lao Cha jumped up, grabbed the pipe, and came to the roof of the building after dividing five by two.

There are all kinds of garbage and waste piled up on the roof, and there is a small door in the building that leads to the roof.

Lao Cha looked at it, the gap between the roof and the nearby bungalow is not large, if people are anxious and master some landing cushioning skills, they can jump from the roof to the surrounding roof.

The small door is made of thin iron sheet and is locked from the inside.

The old tea was concocted according to the law, and once again some waste products were pushed to resist the small door.

There is no way for you to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.

Lao Cha stood on the roof of the building, looking out at the deep alley, thinking about whether he had missed something.

A few seconds later, it leaped from the top of the building!

In the blink of an eye, it had fallen to level with the windows of the third floor.

Lao Cha flicked his tail, exerted force at his waist, adjusted the center of gravity and direction of his body, stretched out his claws, hooked the window sill on the third floor between the calcium carbide firelight, and then pulled himself up.

Squatting on the windowsill, it peered through the glass.

The room was pitch black, but you could still tell the rough spot with the eyes of the old tea.

If someone looked out of the window from the house at this time, they would definitely be scared half to death by Lao Cha's yellow eyes.

There was no sign of human activity, and it seemed to be empty.

Lao Cha raised the tip of his claws and tapped on the glass at great speed.

Crash!

The glass that had been impacted shattered, and most of it fell into the room in the direction of the force, and a small part splashed outside, tumbling and falling to the ground, shattering twice.

This is not a small movement.

Even if someone was sleeping in the building, they would definitely wake up when they heard the sound.

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

The few residents in the alley have probably mastered some survival skills, and when they hear the sound of broken glass, not only do no one go out to check what is going on, but they all turn off their lights anyway.

The alley became dark.

The building is still quiet.

The tip of the old tea claw poked off the remaining broken glass on the window frame one by one, extended the sleeves of his horse coat, wrapped his two front paws, cleaned the broken glass from the inner window sill, and then got in.

In fact, when the glass was broken, it was already 100% sure that there was no one in the room, because there was only a faint human smell, indicating that people went to the empty building.

This is an office, and the owner did not leave in a hurry, cleaning up before leaving, and even sweeping the floor and wiping down the table, just like a model tenant.

Seeing this scene, Lao Cha determined two things, one is that I am afraid that I will not find any clues here, and the other is that the opponent must be an old fox or a little fox.

It would be wrong to say that there are no clues, because the most conspicuous place, that is, in the center of the desk top, there are some documents in a dignified place, as if waiting for someone to come and read them, and Lao Cha is worried that this is a trap.

From the outside to the inside, the old tea walks in circles indoors, like ploughing, looking for any possible clues or traps. Under the sofa, in the flower pots, on the coat rack, it didn't miss a single detail.

When searching, its claws stick out, and the echo of the knock on the floor can determine if there are traps or hidden compartments underneath the floor.

Finally, after searching for it to no avail, it came to the desk.

It first checks the bottom of the desk to see if there is any deadly mechanism hidden.

No, everything is normal.

It leapt onto the corner of the desk, and there was not a single piece of paper in the room except for the papers in front of it. It stretched out one of its front paws, carefully and gently hooking the papers in front of itself.

On the top piece of paper, the handwriting on the paper is not handwritten, but typed out with something called a printer in a pet store.

"I don't know who found this place first, whether it was the police or someone else or something. But by the time you see this paper, I've already left the city, so don't bother looking for me anymore. There is no personal vendetta between you and me, this time it is just a very ordinary business dealing, someone pays for it, I provide the service, and that's it. ”

"I'm a little person, a nobody, and it's not worth working hard for someone like me to make a living by making a living. There are many people like me all over the world, who are inexhaustible to kill, except for the afterlife, in the popular saying - no sale, no harm. Where there is demand, there is a market. ”

"Of course, those words won't calm your anger, I know. I haven't failed much, and this isn't the first time I've failed, if it's not that those little minions are too weak, or you're too strong. I've always had a high regard for my opponents who can defeat me, so let the papers beneath this piece of paper be your trophies, hoping to appease your anger. ”

"If you insist on tracking me, I'll be in trouble. ”

Settlement - green people.

Lao Cha moved the page away, the following documents seemed to be phone calls and conversation records, and in addition to that, there was a small plastic block, similar to the USB flash drive that Zhang Zi'an used to print things, and it might be something similar.

The young man thought that these things would calm the anger of the visitors, and Lao Cha wondered whether to believe him.

In the direction of the alley, sirens sounded in the distance.

Lao Cha jumped back to the windowsill and saw that several police cars had blocked the alley.

The catchers are coming.

It crumpled the first piece of paper, put it in the pocket of its coat, and was about to leave the window the way it came, when suddenly its eyes drifted to a banner hanging on the wall, on which were written two lines of poetry about the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing.

If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will report that the peach blossoms will bloom together.

Lao Cha snorted coldly, and his tone was not small.

It leapt into the air, stretched out its claws with the momentum of its fall, and cut the banner in half like a knife cutting tofu, the incision exactly split the word "green" in two, and the wall was not damaged.

There were no cars in the alleys, and the roads were dark, so the catchers ran in one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Lao Cha jumped out of the window, grabbed the sewage pipe and slid down, kicked aside the wooden bar at the door, jumped back up the wall, and returned in the direction of the pet store, where there were companions waiting for it to go back - new companions, as the song goes:

[Cangsheng laughs,

No more loneliness,

Pride is still smiling infatuately. 】