From the other end of the alley came the clear shouts of a girl, who was wearing an off-white linen dress and a pair of simple cloth shoes.
Wearing a cute sky blue headband on her head, she was anxiously looking for her runaway pet, the fat orange cat.
Xiaoju is the name of this orange cat. It is nine years old, which is equivalent to 52 years in human lifespan.
Xiaoju has grown up with the girl, but its legs and feet are no longer as flexible as when it was young.
As cats age, their physical functions decline; although Xiaoju is fat and not very agile, she still has sensory abilities that surpass those of humans.
Xiaoju's ears twitched slightly, obviously hearing her owner's call, and she meowed in response.
The girl trotted along, following Xiaoju's voice. She saw Xiaoju, who was as fat as a soaked sea cucumber.
"Xiaoju, you're not staying at home. Oh, my God, what happened?"
The girl first picked up Xiaoju from under her chubby belly, and then rubbed Xiaoju's head twice out of habit.
Xiaoju narrowed her eyes, revealing an expression of enjoyment; then the girl squatted down next to Ketchlov and asked,
"Sir, are you all right?"
After hearing this, Kechilov raised his head slightly, saw the pure-eyed girl in front of him, and smiled bitterly and responded,
"As you can see, not very good."
"Well, sir, please come to my house and rest for a while. My grandmother is a pharmacist and I promise that you will get better soon."
The girl suggested kindly.
Ketchlov felt warm in his heart. He didn't expect that there are such kind people in this cold-hearted society, but he still felt a little worried.
Ketchilov was worried that the girl would be dragged into those disputes, but he had no choice at the moment.
Ketchlov realized that he no longer had the strength to walk to the base or return to Einsta's house, so he could only go to the girl's house to rest before continuing.
The wounds in his body ached dully, constantly reminding Ketchev that his current condition was critical.
"I'm sorry to trouble you, kind girl." Ketchlov said sincerely.
"Hey!" The little girl held Ketchlov's body with her shoulders, hugged Xiaoju with her right hand, and put her left hand around Ketchlov's waist and said,
"Oh, sir, you are so heavy. But my home is not far from here, I can get there in two steps."
Suo Ou watched the two people walking slowly from the roof. It was not time for harvest yet, so it was not appropriate to show up.
Bron didn't know when he touched Soo's back and asked softly,
"Is the tail exposed?"
Suo Ou shook his head, pointed in the direction where Ketchlov was heading and said,
"We have to keep watching. By the way, have you searched me?"
"I searched it, but found nothing except the chef's uniform he was wearing," Bron answered honestly.
"Is there nothing that catches your attention?" Suo Ou frowned and said.
“There are calluses on his hands from using knives. They must have been developed deliberately in order to conceal his identity as a chef, or he is simply a good knife handler.
The fingers are relatively slender. If he were to choose a weapon, he would probably be good at using a short knife or a dagger.
Although he looked thin, he actually had quite a bit of muscle and was clearly a body that had been trained.
But what caught my attention was that he had a tattoo on his lower back.”
Bron spoke slowly as he recalled the details of Ketchev's case.
"Tattoo? What style?" Suo Ou asked puzzledly.
At that time, Suoou was just looking through the peephole outside the door and did not actually observe Ketchlov's body.
"It's hard to describe. I felt a little dizzy after just one look. If I had to put it in words, it was like a whirlpool?"
Bron did his best to explain what he had seen.
"Have you drawn it?" Suoou asked. He suddenly felt that this tattoo would be a breakthrough point in exploring Ketchlov's hiding place. As long as he could figure out the meaning of this tattoo, he might be able to find out the organization behind Ketchlov.
Bron squatted down and carved on the bricks of the roof with stone. When Bron was halfway through, Soou recalled some bad memories.
Soou's face changed drastically, he grabbed Bron's shoulder and said to Bron in a panic,
"Did you record the tattoo pattern in the report?"
"No, it's not"
Bron responded in confusion.
"You stay here and watch. I need to go back quickly."
After saying that, Suo Ou immediately jumped onto the roof and rushed towards the Security Bureau.
——
Xiao Zhafu read the report submitted by Bron several times, and the content presented in the report gave Xiao Zhafu a distinct sense of disharmony.
If Xiao Zhafu looked at this report based on his years of experience, he would find that the contents of the report were full of traces of low-level espionage.
The information in Ketchev's confession was like a fairy tale told by a child. Although it sounded reasonable, it did not stand up to logical scrutiny.
All the signs displayed by Ketchivov showed that he was not a simple civilian. How could a civilian have no reaction to the corpse and not even affect the crime scene due to panic
Xiao Zhafu was lost in thought, and then the door of his office was suddenly pushed open.
Xiao Zhafu looked up and frowned, "Why are you back?"
Without saying a word, Suo Ou took a pencil in front of Xiao Zhafu.
With a few quick sketches, the pattern that Bron had drawn on the slate was presented on the white paper.
After finishing the painting, he handed it to Xiao Zhafu, who was confused, and said,
"If I remember correctly, this should be the yellow seal?"
Xiao Zhafu took a look at the pattern on the paper and took a book from the bookshelf behind him.
He opened the catalogue.
Page 87 - Occult Cases
It records all kinds of bizarre cases, and these cases are carefully classified according to the evil organizations behind each incident.
After Xiao Zhafu turned to the classification of the Yellow Group, he saw a yellow seal with the same structure as on the paper clearly printed on the book.
Xiao Zhafu frowned, turned around and looked at Suo Ou and said,
"Where did you get the yellow seal?"
Soou sighed and said,
"Kechlov's tattoo. Bron, that idiot, didn't report it."
Xiao Zhafu covered his face and said,
"This is troublesome. Where's Bron?"
"Still watching him. I suddenly feel a little regretful for letting him go back. I didn't expect he was hiding so deeply." Suo Ou said.
"But this makes sense, doesn't it? He's not a professional spy, but he has to hide his identity. He just probably didn't expect that we could find him out through this tattoo," Xiao Zhafu analyzed.
Soou sighed and said,
“Well, but I don’t think we can drag it on any longer.
Before we figure out why this man who calls himself Ketchlov is lurking in the Einstar family, we need to control him. If the monsters of the Yellow Group go berserk, it is not impossible that they will cause harm to the people and even cause great suffering to the people."