Putrid smell.
From a dark alley ahead, there was a strong smell of decay, like the smell of rotting rats in the gutter.
Lao Cha knew he had reached his destination.
The rise and fall of the chest was a little rapid, and the billowing hot air was exhaled from the throat.
It knows that it is old and its physical strength is no longer what it used to be, just like in that song.
[Qingfeng laughs,
It caused loneliness,
There is still a night photo of pride.]
Now is not the time to be sad, it expels the excess heat in the body through frequent breathing, and gradually returns the heartbeat to normal.
It didn't choose to enter on a flat road. Since it was a cat, it was safer to walk on the wall.
Standing on the wall at the entrance of the alley, it carefully looked at the alley.
Sewage is overflowing, garbage is everywhere, and the strong smell has become a natural umbrella for this alley. Ordinary people will not come in even if they pass by 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 was not difficult for Lao Cha.
Through the cat's unique ultraviolet vision, it found that there were traces of fresh cat urine in this alley, and there were more than one. The alleys that can deter humans are a paradise for wild cats.
A fat mouse squeezed out from the gap in the sewer fence, squeaking and sniffing here and there, seeming not to notice any danger, it immediately jumped towards the piles of black garbage bags, bit open the bags, and looked for food.
Lao Cha was about to move on, when he suddenly caught a slight sound of rubbing in his ears, and stopped again.
A black cat quietly appeared from a blind corner of the alley, its eyes fixed on the mouse. It has probably been lurking in a blind spot for a long time, finally waiting for the prey to appear.
Gently raising its paws, and quietly landing its feet, the black cat barely made a sound as it slowly approached the mouse from behind. Half of the mouse's head was stuck in the garbage bag, and it seemed that it had found something delicious, and it was crunching and gnawing.
The black cat was close enough, and with a sudden leap, it pressed its paws on the mouse's head and body.
The rat squeaked in terror and wagged its tail, but its fate was sealed.
After watching this scene with cold eyes, Lao Cha jumped up again and headed deep into the alley.
The black cat was startled by the sound of the wind in Lao Cha's jacket, and the cat's paws loosened, thinking that a competitor was coming. The mouse wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but the black cat picked up its tail and threw it against the wall vigorously, knocking it unconscious.
Lao Cha changed from jumping back and forth to small jumps left and right, carefully observing the surrounding situation.
Residents must have lived in the alley, and several houses were dimly lit. I don't know why they choose to live here, is it because they have no money, or like like attracts like
A very narrow three-story building appeared in the field of vision, not so much a small building, but more like a watchtower, squeezed in the middle by low bungalows on both sides.
Youth Consulting Office.
The light in the small building was completely dark, Lao Cha listened carefully, but could not hear any movement, it was as quiet as a tomb.
Old Cha jumped down from the wall, and first walked around outside the main entrance of the small building.
It sniffed carefully.
You can't go wrong, it's here!
Nearby there was the smell of red-eyed rats in the gutter.
The main entrance was a metal anti-theft door. It stretched out its claws and tried to insert the tip of the claws into the cracks. The door was locked tightly and could not be opened.
It doesn't matter, even if the front door can be opened, it doesn't intend to go through the front door.
The door is pushed outward. It thought for a while, turned back to the alley, and found a piece of wood more than half a meter long from the nearby roof. It was the kind of scrap left over from the hand-made furniture. The wood was soft and suitable for use.
Laocha inserted the tip of his claws into the wooden bar, returned to the door, gestured for an angle, used a small dent on the ground, and used the wooden bar to prop up the door obliquely, then flew up and kicked the wooden bar hard. The headlines are fixed.
This is a catch in a urn. If there are people in the small building, even if they want to run, at least they can't escape from the main entrance.
There was some sound from the friction between the wood and the metal door, which was a bit harsh in the dead alley.
Lao Cha listened carefully again, but there was still no movement in the small building.
It leaped onto the wall and circled to the side of the small building.
A sewage pipe stretches from the roof of the building and hangs down to the ground.
The waste pipes are plastic and fastened to the exterior wall with rusty iron rings.
Old Cha jumped up, grabbed the pipe, and arrived at the top of the building.
There are all kinds of rubbish and waste piled up on the roof, and there is a small door leading to the roof.
Lao Cha took a look and found that the gap between the roof of the building and the nearby bungalows was not that big. If one was impatient and mastered some landing buffer skills, one could jump from the roof of the building to the surrounding roofs.
The little door was made of thin iron and locked from the inside.
The old tea was concocted according to the law, and some waste products were pushed again to resist the small door.
Let you have no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.
Old Cha stood on the top of the building, looking at the deep alley, thinking about whether he had missed something.
A few seconds later, it jumped and jumped off the roof!
In the blink of an eye, it had fallen to the level of the windows on the third floor.
Lao Cha flicked his tail, exerted strength from his waist, adjusted the center of gravity and direction of his body, stretched out his claws, caught the window sill on the third floor in the light of calcium carbide fire, and then pulled himself up.
Squatting on the window sill, it looked into the room through the glass.
The room was pitch black, but with Lao Cha's eyes, he could still make out a rough idea.
If someone looked out of the window from the house at this time, they would be scared to death by Lao Cha's yellow eyes.
There is no sign of human activity, and the building seems to be deserted.
The old tea raised its claws and tapped on the glass at an extremely fast speed.
Crash!
The impacted glass shattered, most of it fell into the room along the direction of the force, and a small part splashed outside, tumbled and fell to the ground, and shattered a second time.
The movement here is not small.
Even if someone was sleeping in the building, they must have woken up when they heard the sound.
Old Cha didn't rush into the house, and continued to squat on the window sill and watch everything around.
The few residents in the alley probably have mastered certain survival skills. When they heard the sound of glass breaking, not only did no one go out to check what happened, they turned off their lights anyway.
The alley became dark.
The building is still quiet.
The old tea claws poked off the remaining broken glass on the window frame one by one, stretched the rolled-up sleeves of his mandarin jacket, wrapped his two front paws, cleaned the broken glass on the inner window sill, and then got in.
In fact, when the glass was broken, it was 100% sure that there was no one in the room, because there was only a very faint human smell, which meant that the building was empty.
This is an office, and the owner left without haste. Before leaving, he cleaned up, even swept the floor and wiped the table, just like a model tenant.
Seeing this scene, Lao Cha was sure of two things. One was that there might not be any clues here, and the other was 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, the center of the desk, is where some documents are neatly placed, as if waiting for someone to browse through them. Old Cha worries that this is a trap.
Laocha walked around the room from the outside to the inside, like plowing the field, looking for any possible clues or traps. Under the sofa, in the flowerpot, on the coat rack, it never let go of any detail.
When looking for it, its claws stick out, and it judges whether there are traps or hidden compartments under the floor by the echo of hitting the floor.
Finally, after searching for nothing, 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 jumped onto a corner of the desk, and apart from the documents in front of it, there was not even a piece of paper to be found in the entire room. It extended one front paw and carefully and gently hooked the documents in front of itself.
On the top piece of paper, the handwriting on the paper was not handwritten, but typed out with something called a printer in a pet store.
"I don't know who got here first, the police, or someone or something. But by the time you read this, I'm out of the city, so don't bother to find me. Between you and me There is no personal grievance between them, this matter is just a very ordinary business transaction, someone pays, I provide services, that's all."
"I'm a small person, a nobody, and it's not worth spending my life and energy on this kind of business. There are many people like me in the world, and they can't be killed. , In the popular saying that if there is no sale, there will be no harm. Where there is demand, there will be a market."
"Of course, these few words can't calm your anger, I understand. I haven't failed many times, and this is not the first time I have failed. If it's not that those little guys are too weak, you are too strong. I have no doubts about who can beat me Adversaries always hold high esteem, so take the documents under this paper as your trophies, and hope to appease your anger."
"If you insist on following me, I will find it very troublesome."
Signed young people.
Lao Cha removed this page of paper, the following files seemed to be calls and conversation records, besides this, there was a small plastic piece, which was similar to the USB flash drive Zhang Zian used to print things, and it might be something similar.
The young man thought that these things could calm the visitor's anger, and the old tea thought whether to believe him or not.
In the direction of the alley entrance, sirens sounded from afar.
Lao Cha jumped back to the window sill and saw that several police cars had already blocked the entrance of the alley.
The cops are here.
It crumpled the first piece of paper, put it in the pocket of the mandarin jacket, and was about to leave the same way from the window, when suddenly his eyes drifted to a banner hanging on the wall, on which were written two lines of poems in full swing.
If I were Qing Emperor in other years, the retribution and peach blossoms will bloom together.
Old Cha snorted coldly, in a serious tone.
It leaped into the air, stretched out its claws by the momentum of its fall, and cut the banner in half like a knife cutting tofu.
Cars couldn't enter the alley, and the road was dark, so the policemen ran in with their feet deep and shallow.
The old tea jumped out of the window, slid down the sewage pipe, kicked the wooden bar at the door aside, jumped up the wall again, and returned to the direction of the pet store, where there are partners waiting for it to go back to the new partner, just like the song sang in:
[Cangsheng laughs,
no longer lonely,
The pride is still smiling foolishly.]