At night, the night sky has been shrouded in boundless darkness, like a sheet of paper completely soaked in ink, and the entrenched haze is layered on top of each other, as if it is a hell that can never be escaped.

A little black cat ran through the dark forest, its soft cushion of flesh falling silently, swift and silent, no obstacle could stop it, like a ghost shuttling without a shadow.

The little black cat follows the residual smell in the air, stalking the enemy along the way, and constantly shakes off the cat hair on its body along the way, leaving its own scent.

I just don't know, can the owner have a heart-to-heart with it, and think of using the hound to track its tracks?

I don't have the heart to care about these anymore, the other party's movement speed is very fast, so fast that it is completely beyond the mortal realm, and there is no room for slackness.

One side chases, one side flees, and the little black cat is like a hunting beast that smells blood, biting the other party's trajectory.

Following the smell of the air remaining, the little black cat ran into the ruins of an abandoned castle, judging from its broken ruins, it should have experienced war, and then was abandoned by a neighboring city because it had no renovation value.

The little black cat's vertical pupils stared at the dark castle, its ears raised high, catching any possible movement, but it heard nothing, only the stronger smell telling it that the other party had entered the place.

The little black cat quietly entered the castle and crouched down at the entrance of the gate, looking at the ground.

The cat's eye can distinguish in the dark, and it can clearly see that there are shoe prints stained with mud.

For this kind of abandoned castle in the wild, it is impossible for anyone to come to it in normal times, let alone the shoe prints are still fresh.

Obviously, these are each other's shoe prints.

The little black cat pressed against the wall, silently and cautiously entered the castle.

The musty smell of the long-term closure in the castle seriously interfered with the little black cat's sense of smell, making it difficult for it to locate the specific location of the other party, and it could only continue to identify the shoe prints on the ground.

But the mud-stained shoe prints faded quickly, and were still noticeable at the door, and with a few more steps, the dirt on the shoes was shaken off, and there was not much left.

Now, only the shoe prints can be vaguely seen extending to the second floor.

The little black cat quietly followed, but just halfway through, it suddenly stopped and began to think about a question: why did the other party come here?

At that time, it followed Grabo's dead soldiers, discovered the traces of visitors from outside the sky, and also witnessed the scene of the dead soldiers being killed.

It didn't know if the other party was in infighting, or something else.

In short, after killing the dead, the visitor immediately left the hideout, and kept moving, not stopping much all night, as if he knew some information, deliberately dodging, and finally entered this ancient castle.

Judging by common sense, this castle is definitely not a suitable hiding place, although it has been abandoned and surrounded by trees and is uninhabited, its target is so big that it can even be seen on the map.

If there is an army that wants to send troops to search this area, this ancient castle is definitely a key search area, and hiding here is looking for death.

That being the case, why are they here?

Think about it from another perspective, if you are a visitor from outside the world, the reason why you keep running and changing locations must be because your whereabouts are exposed.

In this case, the first thing to do is to eliminate hidden dangers and find the cause of your exposure.

Connect along this line of thought and enter the castle – because you find the reason.

The little black cat looked back at the shoe prints of the visitors from outside the sky, and then at the paw prints left by himself when he ran in, and his eyes narrowed, and he stepped back with the paw prints he had left before, and every step was very accurate.

Retreating to the bottom of the stairs, the little black cat looked up.

Its paw prints still linger on the staircase, spreading upwards like... It's like it's on the second floor right now.

The little black cat leaned down and took a closer look at the shoe prints, identifying the dirt marks on the edges of the shoe prints, as well as any details that might have been taken from them.

Soon, it noticed!

Direction!

When a person is moving, the tendency of the foot to land must be the same as the direction of the body.

But at this time, the dirt marks of the shoe prints have two directions, half forward! Half backwards!

This shows that after leaving shoe prints, the visitors stepped on them and retreated, pretending to be the illusion of going upstairs!

So the enemy is in!

"Click." The sound of the gun safety opening came, and a chuckle full of danger sounded in the darkness behind the little black cat, "I've been wondering why your cat always follows us, is it hungry and wants to eat." But I lost a lot of meatballs along the way, and you didn't even smell it, it seems that you are not an ordinary cat. ”

The little black cat was just about to run, and the person in the dark suddenly made a hissing teasing sound, and said with a smile: "Now there is an MP5 submachine gun pointed at you... Ah, don't be funny, you probably don't know what a submachine gun is. It doesn't matter, you just need to know that its bullets can easily pierce your head as easily as a watermelon. So, you'd better not mess around. ”

Footsteps rang out one after another, judging by their very different landing frequencies, there should be more than one person, who was approaching from behind...

Just when the footsteps were only a stone's throw away, a black shadow flashed, and the little black cat's body quickly became larger, and at the same time, the sound of gunfire came.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bell, bell!"

The flash of metal clash flashed in the air, and the bullet casings landed with gunsmoke, and the reflection illuminated the sharp claws.

The winter coat turned over and whirled around to widen the distance, like a light and agile cat, looking coldly at the enemy behind him.

On the windowsill sat a woman, languidly dangling her long legs wrapped in over-the-knee heels, her face masked and her smiling eyes intertwined with a soul-stirring glow, holding a freshly fired MP5 in her hand, surrounded by the smell of blood and gunsmoke.

There were eight men, or rather, eight dogs, in front of the woman—because they weren't standing like normal people, but lying on the ground with their hands and feet like dogs.

"Huh? It turns out that it is not only a cat, but also a human, what a cute existence! Just like my dogs~" The woman put away the MP5 and opened her arms to the winter clothes very friendly, "From today on, don't be someone else's cat, be my dog, how ~"

"Ha-" Hanyi bared out sharp tiger teeth, and his vertical pupils almost shrank into two thin lines, pulling his fingers and claws to reflect a round of cold glow.

The woman shook her slender fingers and said in a persuasive tone: "The kitten can't be so fierce, you must be obedient in order to make the owner love it more~"

The woman's response was a black light darker than the night, and the sharp claws of her fingers drew a sharp arc in the air, slashing through the throat of the man in front of her, and it was gone in the blink of an eye.

"Tick." It was quiet, except for the sound of blood dripping from the claws.

The attacked man had blood blisters in his mouth and made a gurgling sound, he tried to plug the opening in his neck with his hands, but in vain, with a large amount of blood loss, the blood pressure in his body dropped rapidly, and the whole person rolled his eyes and collapsed on the ground.