I'm just a little mouse after all [Comprehensive British and American]

Jerry felt that he probably understood what was going on, and he asked tentatively; "Are you the operator?"

Before it could do anything, Ethan suddenly grabbed it and put it on the table.

"You won't go catch the murderer with me, will you?" Jerry grabbed Ethan's cuff and asked loudly while hanging in the air: "If you think it's your fault, why don't you make up for it? ?”

Ethan, who had been silent all this time, said softly, "It's useless if I go."

No matter how Jerry tried to persuade him, Ethan did not agree to leave with Jerry in the end. Jerry turned to look at Ethan with the suitcase in his hand. The man was huddled in the sofa, looking decadent and tired.

"Are you really not going with me?" Jerry stood at the door and said unwillingly, "I feel like we are one step closer to solving the case."

Ethan didn't say a word, Jerry shrugged, pressed his little hat, and went out with a small suitcase.

The outside world is full of dangers for mice. Jerry shivered in fright when he heard the cry of a wild cat not far away.

It looked around, took a deep breath and quickly got into the nearest sewer.

Ethan's apartment is far away from the crime scene, and Jerry is ready for a long journey.

It waited by the sewage in the sewer for a while, then sat on a broken plastic bottle, and slowly drifted forward along the current.

It took out the map and looked at it for a while, waiting to pass a few more sewers.It just climbed up and tried to catch the next bus.

Ethan found a very sad thing, even if Jerry left, there would still be strange music in his head.

Some sounds like special effects, some are symphonic.

The sound of the music was intermittent, and Ethan could even guess Jerry's current mood and situation through the sound of the music.

When I first got out, the music was sad.But within a few minutes, he was happy again.Cheerful and hurried, it made Ethan nervous.

He sat on the sofa struggling for a long time, took a deep breath and made a call.

"Hi Al, thank you for today's matter." Ethan said in a muffled voice, covering his head.

The sound of rushing water was in his head, and he didn't know where Jerry had gone.

Although Ethan has not accepted the existence of Jerry, it has to be said that the words Jerry said touched him.

Whether it was his boss, colleagues or friends, they all said that this incident was not Ethan's fault.But he still couldn't forget the desperate wailing of the reporter and the terrified voice of the little girl in the emergency call.

"Well...it's okay, what's the matter, Ethan." A familiar female voice came from the phone.

Ethan asked, "Is there any clue about the Christmas Devil case?"

"Not yet." Al replied.

Ethan sat up straight and said anxiously: "I mean, if, if you can't find him in a short time, will he kill someone again?"

"It's very possible, don't be nervous, we can handle it well."

Since everyone knew that he had a mental problem, Ethan was always cautious when speaking.

"That family had a pet cat, but now the cat is gone. I'm just curious, and I just want to ask you not to think too much." He pressed his fingers on the sofa cushion, and said hesitantly: "What is the murderer's motive?" Psychology, will you take away the victim's pet cat after the murder?"

The phone was quiet for a long time, and after a while, Ethan heard Al say suspiciously: "How do you know that the cat didn't run out after being frightened?"

Ethan wanted to say that because the cat was named Tom, he was a magical cat who could do everything in decathlon.

But he didn't want to go to the mental hospital yet, so he deliberately ignored Al's words, and briefly asked the question just now.

Al was silent for a while, and said: "There are many possibilities. He may have been scratched and bitten by the cat, and the cat left clues. It may also be that he took the cat as his own trophy. The incident is still unclear. But it is certain. What's more, the murderer is very aggressive and extremely dangerous. For your safety, I hope you will not get involved in this matter."

She said a few more comforting words, feeling Al's worry, and Ethan was a little moved.

The symphony is still echoing in my mind, it sounds very hurried.This reminds Ethan all the time how weird the situation he is encountering now is beyond common sense.

Al on the other end of the phone was still comforting him, and his gentle voice reminded Ethan of the happy time when they fell in love.

He couldn't help confiding: "Al, I met a mouse like Jerry, and it told me that the murderer was a black man."

"Oh... Ethan, I'm really worried about you like this."

Although Al didn't give Ethan any real help, after chatting with her, Ethan's mood calmed down a lot.

He had just hung up the phone when the door was suddenly opened.His black roommate stood outside the door and looked at him in horror. He widened his eyes and said nervously, "I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do. I won't be coming back these few days."

Ethan looked at him, a bold idea flashed through his head.He took out a hundred dollars, waved to his roommate and said, "Come here and answer a few questions for me, this money is yours."

.........

Jerry came out of the sewer, shook the sewage off his body, and waited for a bus at the platform.

It hugged a passenger's calf and fell into a coma, and hid in a corner amidst the screams of two female passengers.

The bus bumped all the way to the outskirts of the city. Jerry walked to the door with his small suitcase and was thinking about how to get down the high steps.I heard a scream behind me, and then it was kicked and flew out.

Jerry fell to the lawn by the side of the road with a snap. He stood up and rubbed his buttocks. He waved to the lady and said, "Miss good feet, thank you for passing the ball."

Nobody paid any attention to it, and neither did Jerry.

Jerry came to the family where he lived. In his memory, this is a family that is always very lively.

He lived here with Tom when he was a little mouse.

Jerry was very comfortable in this house, and the little girl seemed to regard it as family.Every night, it secretly puts cheese outside its mouse hole.

Jerry pressed the hat a little sadly, and took out a group photo from the suitcase, which showed a family of three.Mother hugs a kitten, young dad hugs his daughter.A little mouse carefully poked its head out of the girl's pocket, and made faces at the cat.

It couldn't help sniffing, and Jerry began to miss the old days.

Now the big house is cordoned off, and the house is dead quiet.

Jerry put a bouquet of flowers found in the trash at the door, took off his hat and hung his head, shedding a few tears.

"Who the hell killed you?" Jerry muttered, wiped away his tears and began to think about how to enter the house.

The entrance to the house was sealed by the police. Jerry folded his arms and frowned for a while, thinking for a while, then suddenly had an idea.

Before it left, it took a lot of tools from Ethan. The waste paper Ethan threw into the trash can was folded into a paper airplane by Jerry.

It scratched its head, and made a simple slingshot with the branches and rubber bands it picked up.

Jerry put on his hard hat and put the plane on the slingshot.

It finds the right angle, aims at the balcony of the house, and fixes the rubber band of the plane.

Jerry quickly got on the paper airplane, put on the seat belt and stretched out his thumbs to measure it for a while, then turned his hand to remove the fixed object.

With a thud of the rubber band, the paper airplane took Jerry into the sky.

Ethan had just finished talking with his roommate, and was about to get up when he heard the roar of fighter jets in his head.

He patted his ears, trying to restrain his expression, for fear of being noticed by his roommate.

'whoosh-buzz--'

'Find the target!Ready to land! '

'Boom, boom, Didi, report to the headquarters, I'm out of the warehouse!feel good! '

The voice in his head was chaotic, Ethan shivered uncontrollably, covered his head and growled irritably, "Quiet!"

Seeing this, his roommate jumped up, grabbed the one hundred dollars on the coffee table and ran out of the house in a few steps.

"Wait, I have something else to do!" Ethan reached out his hand to stop him, when he heard applause in his head.

After a few seconds of Ethan's daze, his roommate rushed out the door, quickly got into the car and ran away.

Ethan slowly withdrew his hand, patted his head, and said with a headache: "Can't this thing be muted!"

Jerry didn't know anything about Ethan's troubles.

The paper plane landed on the balcony smoothly. Jerry jumped off the plane, bowed to the surroundings, raised his head and proudly put on the Air Force badge on himself.

Jerry was beautiful for a while, then climbed up to the attic on the top along the protrusion next to the balcony, and then entered the room through the small round window in the attic.

It walked to the lobby on the first floor, looked at the familiar environment, and found the feeling of home.

Jerry took a few quick steps to get into his own mouse hole, and there was the faint sound of a car outside.Jerry didn't pay attention, and continued to search for the surveillance video of the night of the incident.

"Why is there a bunch of flowers here?" A voice outside the door asked suspiciously, "Has anyone been here?"

The door was opened, and a group of people walked in one after another.

Jerry looked curiously. Due to the angle, he could only see long legs walking back and forth in the house.

Only a few of these people were wearing police uniforms. Jerry tilted his head and listened for a while, and it turned out to be the FBI.

Jerry shrugged, took the video tape and prepared to go back to Ethan.

At this moment, a person walked in from the outside and said in a deep voice, "There seems to be something on the balcony upstairs."

"I found something in the garden, it should be a simple slingshot."

"Not before?"

"Not before, someone came here after the site was cordoned off."

Jerry huddled in the hole and listened to these people talking.

"Check the fingerprints on it. I'm afraid it's the murderer."

Jerry was also very worried. Although he didn't understand what fingerprints were, he vaguely felt that he had done something wrong.

Those people were still wandering around the room, and after a while, one of the dark-skinned men was lying on the ground, holding a flashlight to shine its mouse hole.

Jerry covered his beating heart and swallowed in fright.

A little scared and wanted to run away.