Christmas and New Years are like a holiday. Since then, the cat has returned to the online world, and has gradually become restless. It occupies the computer for a long time, not to mention during the day, and even the night time dedicated to Kuze is also crowded, so that he can only use his mobile phone to surf the Internet to watch the news, and he can't even read the updates of the cute pet comics. After Kuze complained to the cat once, the cat gave a solution: return the computer to Kuze, but stole Kuze's mobile phone.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kuze turned to the cat who had become an animal addicted to the Internet, puzzled.
The cat replied irritably, "Contact a lawyer."
Kuze was shocked.
In the past few weeks, his biggest question about the cat world is why a cat uses the Internet: Do cats all over the world use the Internet? Are they so social? Now that there is a profession like a lawyer among cats, Kuze has been unable to comment. The complexity of cat society is beyond his comprehension. If the cat is so powerful, it is unbelievable that it has not yet completed the great cause of ruling the world due to its vicious and tyrannical habits and the degree of invasion of human society.
Kuze's questions piled up into a hill. He's sure the cat has the answers to more than half of those questions, but apparently the cat is too busy to explain to him—yes. His cat is too busy to pay attention to him. Kuze feels that he may be the most failed breeder in the world.
Cat even called the lawyer on his cell phone. Satellite phones are expensive, but Kuze doesn't mind paying. What he cares more about is that his cat is talking to other people. The cat uses the cat language, and the opening is a long string of meow meow, and occasionally takes notes on paper. The cat's words and notes were beyond Kuze's comprehension. He watched this supernatural scene from the study, while stunned, he was also a little lonely.
The cat is talking to someone. He seemed a little jealous.
"Jealous?" After Kuze brought this up, the cat asked back, "Are you jealous of the person who spoke to me, or me?"
Things are not going well for the cat, and his temper is not as good as usual, like a jar of sweet and soft honey that crystallizes and solidifies into sharp edges in the cold. It shifted its gaze from the phone screen to Kuze's face, and asked sharply, "Is it jealous of the lawyer talking to me and stealing my attention, or jealous of my ability to communicate?"
Kuze didn't know what to say. Suddenly, he felt that the cat had become a hedgehog. Before that hedgehog had exposed its belly to be stroked by Kuze, but this time it curled up and aimed at Kuze with those spikes as if it were an enemy.
He was silent, and so was the cat.
"I'm sorry," said the cat.
Kuze shook his head and said in a low voice, "You are right. Maybe I'm jealous of your ability to communicate with the outside world. I'm reading comics and watching the news, but my voice has never been conveyed..."
He also wrote emails for orders and returns, and replied to the greetings from his elder brothers, parents, and seniors in the research lab. But that wasn't enough, there were still huge gaps in Kuze's life that needed to be filled. Kuze let those blanks spread until the cat came. He trims the clippers, trying to get himself and the cat to fit each other. He works so hard because he only has cats, but cats obviously still have a cat world. Cats are gradually coming back into cat life. Kuze even thought it was going to leave him.
The satisfaction that had overflowed Kuze's chest since the cat moved in was dissipating, and he was getting lighter and emptier.
He was at a loss.
Kuze felt lost and lost, and the cat was no better than him. It baked an apple pie at lunch and knocked on the door into the study. The cat didn't say anything, but Kuze knew it was an apology. He didn't like the pure syrupy taste of apple pie at all, but he was always willing to accept the cat's apology.
"What are you doing? Can I help?" Kuze asked.
"I'm contacting a lawyer..." Cat sighed, looking disheartened and didn't want to go on. Kuze waited patiently. The cat looked at him for a moment, raised his hand and rubbed his face, and explained in detail: "When you picked me up, wasn't I injured? The most serious injury was on the stomach, and some whips were left behind. The wounds, the scratches... ah, there are scars all over the body anyway."
"Don't worry, the stitched scar will gradually fade." Kuze said with relief.
Thinking back now, it would have been nice if there was tension relief tape at the time of stitching. Or maybe he should be gentler when dealing with the cat's escape, so as not to cause a second tear in the wound... If the scar is shallower, the cat won't be so brooding.
There are other wounds on the cat. The scratches and whiplashes were mixed in at first, and it looked pretty brutal. Now that the abrasions have completely healed, there are basically no traces left, but the whip wounds still leave traces. When Kuze picked him up, the whiplashes had been there for a while, and it was obvious that it had not been cleaned before. It was a blessing that there was no infection, and Kuze couldn't do more.
"So, those wounds from the whip started." The cat unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing his bare shoulders. There was an obvious whiplash scar on the beautiful white porcelain skin. Kuze cleaned it up with his own hands, and knew that there were more than one scars on the back, and even the buttocks. He took the cat into his arms and re-buttoned it.
The cat raised its head to facilitate Kuze's movements. It looked at the ceiling and continued to say: "The story is more complicated. In short, it was said in advance that no scars would be left, but the other party suddenly changed his mind to use a medical whip, which is not the kind of safety whip. I disagree, he wants to force, I Fight back..."
The cat's voice suddenly stopped, and Kuze was stunned, only to realize that he was so nervous that he actually grabbed the cat's shoulders. The strength is so great that it may have left traces. He wanted to apologize, but the cat laughed and shook his head gently. The cat kissed the back of Kuze's hand sideways, and Kuze smiled as well.
The cat continued: "That bastard probably took too much medicine and his mind was not clear. He thought I was dead, so he threw me in the mountains."
"Is that a cat too?" Kuze asked subconsciously. He could not accept that this atrocity came from a human being.
The cat's expression became very strange: "Well, in your eyes, it can be regarded as a cat..."
Kuze didn't care about the cat's strange statement. He felt sad. When he first picked up the cat, the cat was covered in bruises, but at that time he was completely indifferent, and at most he wondered whether he could save it for a moment or not, and whether to waste gasoline for it. After all, he was not familiar with cats at that time. Kuze will save the cat because of sympathy and Toxoplasma gondii, but if the cat doesn't appreciate it, there is nothing he can do, and it is none of his business to send him away.
But now, Kuze was saddened by every injury the cat suffered.
"Don't look like that..." The cat turned his head slightly, as if helpless and a little shy. It refused to look Kuze in the eye, "You didn't do anything wrong. You saved me. You were good to me from the beginning, and after I resisted, you still stopped me from sending me to death - at that time It's not your fault that we couldn't communicate. On the contrary, you were kind. I was too suspicious."
This sentence is surprisingly familiar. Kuze thought about it and found that he had discussed this issue with the cat when he first learned to speak. And at that time, the words that the cat said now were exactly Kuze's point of view at that time.
So does this cat. Kuze thought that the cat was not able to truly empathize and empathize with Kuze until he became acquainted with Kuze, understood and recognized each other.
"I forgive you." Kuze said half jokingly and half seriously. He wasn't referring to just the cat's sarcastic sarcasm today about Kuze.
The so-called "successful communication" is just a performance. Both sides have basic consensus and expectations, just confirm the information and attitude of the other party, so as to be successful at one time and tacit understanding. But he and the cat had never known each other at that time, so how could he ask for so much? Cats and humans are not equal at all. The two sides stumble, understand and trust each other in constant friction and conflict, and gradually reach a balance point. That's what communication is all about.
Of course the cat wouldn't know about Kuze's thoughts, but Kuze didn't need it to know either. He put his hands under the cat's armpits and lifted the whole cat up, looking up at it. He said seriously: "I can't help with the cat, but if there is anything I can help, please tell me."
Danny couldn't think of anything the doctor could do to help. In fact, he can't do anything himself. He wastes too much time.
From the moment he was picked up by the doctor, Danny panicked for several days, and then he began to understand his situation gradually after the car accident. After that, he spent more than a month adjusting his mentality and learning Japanese. It was a really happy time, Danny completely misunderstood where he was, relaxed and lazy, and didn't even think about his plan to settle accounts with his former client.
—Not that he regrets it or something, in fact, Danny thinks that more than a month is the laziest holiday period of his not too long life so far. But the problem that arises from this is that now, his injuries are healed, and even the scars are gradually fading. Most of the evidence that Danny had been violent had disappeared. The only witness who could prove it was a mentally ill doctor.
Here's what Danny's lawyer friend said: Either the evidence or the money. If Danny has money, he can fight for it. If you don't have money, you can't play. Litigation can go on, but it can hardly be won. The best outcome is that both parties settle and the other loses a sum of money.
Of course Danny has no money. How can you do this if you have money? But if it's just losing money, Danny can't be convinced. Losing money is natural, but he prefers to put the other party in a cage. In contrast, he may not even have to pay compensation. He will always remember that he screamed to stop the whip, and the other side dropped the whip as if nothing had happened, and accused him of playing the cat seriously and not talking.
Danny knew there were a lot of perverted customers in the business, and his friends had too. He can't control this tattered world, but he insists on fairness, trustworthiness and justice for this corner of his life. Danny wants to keep himself safe while sending the other person to jail.
Danny briefly explained the whole thing to the doctor. Danny is not sure how much he understands with his Japanese level, and how much he understands with the doctor's cognitive disorder. All in all, they both worked hard.
"I need evidence," Danny said. "Evidence of my injury, preferably when I was picked up by you and the circumstances. Photos would do—but you're not in the habit of taking pictures, right."
When Danny took a selfie with the doctor's phone, he noticed that the doctor's phone photo album was basically empty. According to his observation, the doctor also does not have equipment such as cameras.
Unsurprisingly, the doctor shook his head: "No pictures..." He paused for a moment, looking a little embarrassed, "but there is a video."
Danny was stunned, and immediately became excited when he reacted: "Video? That's even better!" This was a complete turnaround. A video is much more persuasive and impactful than a photo. He pressed on: "When was it recorded? Was I in a coma? How long is the video? Is it clear enough?"
The doctor looked even more embarrassed: "Uh, from the time you arrived at my house... it's the anti-theft surveillance video. The decoration that Grandpa installed right above the gate looks like a cuckoo, remember? The pair of cuckoos are actually two cameras. One Outward, and one inward. The inward one was originally used to photograph parrots, but it has not been dismantled since then. I have also photographed you these days... The picture quality is very clear, and the shape of the wound can be clearly seen. As for the duration... "
The doctor paused for a moment, with a guilty expression on his face: "It's about two months."
Danny suspected he had heard it wrong: "What did you say?"
"From then to now, nearly three months of video recordings are in..." The doctor's voice became even lower.
Danny stood there dumbfounded. In his mind, angels and demons are fighting fiercely. On the one hand, Danny wanted to rush up and hug the doctor, because of the sudden and powerful evidence; on the other hand, he just wanted to shove the doctor against the wall and beat him.
"You just filmed my life like this, almost three months?!" Danny asked through gritted teeth.
The doctor coughed lightly and defended: "Do cats also talk about privacy?"
Oh? A cat's right to privacy? Danny laughed angrily. He stared sharply at the doctor, who bowed his head in embarrassment, avoiding his gaze.
very good. Danny thought. He should have thought of it earlier. No more delays. Even today, he wants to educate doctors so that he can see society, destiny and reality clearly. He was going to teach the doctor how to see Danny without the candid camera, and how to see the truth without looking through the filter of cats and people.