Non-self race

An abnormality was found, so the three-person team of the firm was dispatched.

When the three-person team, dressed in early 19th century European costumes, just appeared at the door of the chocolate factory, a well-dressed, curly-haired Dutchman with round glasses greeted him.

"Dear guest, I am very glad to have you here. I am Wan Howden, the owner of the factory."

The Dutch are not young, they look like they are over 50 years old.The culture of the whole of Europe is common, so the Dutch old man reveals similar characteristics to the British middle class in the 19th century.Shrewd and capable, with sharp eyes.

Everyone is highly civilized, and human languages ​​are at their fingertips. Zhao Xiaomo has a portable translator——Director Z.

The factory owner named Howden introduced them into the factory very politely, without asking their identities and purposes at all.

Zhao Xiaomo was puzzled: "Director, this is very abnormal..."

Z drank tea and smiled lightly: "Ah Mo, wait and see what happens."

Zhao Xiaomo praised: "The director is still calm."

Z continued to smile lightly: "Of course, don't forget, we still have to take the special products back."

Zhao Xiaomo: "..."

So the three-person team calmly followed the factory owner, calmly listening to him introduce the factory equipment all the way, calmly swallowing, calmly...waiting for the special products.

The scale of this chocolate factory is not large, at best, it is similar to a small family workshop in modern society, and there are not many employees. Several female workers wearing headscarves perform their duties, and pieces of brown plate-shaped chocolate come out in their hard work. out.

Everything seems to be normal, there are no cosmic passages, no mischievous aliens...

Y felt that there would be no harm in asking one more question: "Mr. Howden, may I ask... is there anything unusual about you?"

Mr. Howden's eyes were shining brightly, and he grinned: "I knew that our ordinary equipment could not attract your attention, but next I will show you our best invention here."

After speaking, he led the trio up the iron steps of the factory building to a room on the second floor.Through the glass, you can see rows of shelves on the walls of the house, filled with bottles and jars, which looks like a simple laboratory.

With a mysterious smile, the old man Howden said to the three, "Please close your eyes, distinguished guest."

The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, but did so obediently.

As if by magic, the old man stuffed a square object into the hands of the three, and said, "Please try it."

Zhao Xiaomo is hesitating, what the hell?Is it poisonous?

Z smiled: "I'm watching Ah Mo, it's all right, you can eat at ease."

Zhao Xiaomo put the thing in his mouth and chewed it, um, chocolate...it's still a very low-quality kind...

He opened his eyes, looked at the old man blankly, and then at the two people beside him, they also looked blankly.

The old man seemed dissatisfied with their indifference, his eyes that were shining just now dimmed, and he said in a low voice: "Dear patent examiners, what you have just tasted is the patent that I recently applied for— —fat-free milk chocolate.”

Now Zhao Xiaomo and the others finally understand why the old man is so enthusiastic about them

——Oolong guys, treat them as government officials who can provide patent certificates. ==

A man in a white coat came out of that room.

Mr. Howden introduced him to Zhao Xiaomo and the others: "Gentlemen, this is our chief researcher Joe Schroeder."

This handsome blond man named Joe Schroeder stretched out his hand to Zhao Xiaomo, the corners of his lips raised high:

"Hello, nice to meet you."

In order to get special products, everyone in the firm started a lengthy technical tour with the researcher named Joe Schroeder.

Joe Schroeder put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and led the crowd to the corner of the room, where piles of cocoa beans in sacks were piled up.

He took out gloves from his breast pocket, put them on, and shook a cocoa bean: "We use the best beans imported from Mexico."

Everyone waited to take a closer look. Joe Schroeder had already thrown the beans back into the bag and walked quickly to the next process.

Zhao Xiaomo frowned.

The best cocoa beans are roasted and ground before being processed into edible cocoa powder. The finer the grinding, the smoother the chocolate taste and the more authentic the flavor.

The chocolate factory in the 19th century did not have a modern electric grinder, so what Zhao Xiaomo saw was a small disc-shaped thing similar to that used in ancient China. Put the cocoa beans into the hollow in the middle, slowly turn the handles on both sides, and the finely crushed cocoa powder will flow from the The edge of the grinding disc is leaking.

Joe Schroeder took out a handkerchief from his pocket, covered his nose, demonstrated how to use the grinder, and walked forward quickly.

Zhao Xiaomo frowned even tighter.

After the cocoa powder is ground, it is mixed with butter syrup to make a delicious puree, and then molded.The patent applied for by this factory is different from the previous methods in the grinding and mixing process.

Joe Schroeder picked up a piece of chocolate with gloved hands and handed it to Zhao Xiaomo, bending his eyes and smiling:

"It's all chemistry."

Zhao Xiaomo took it with a smile, and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me..."

Joe Schroeder raised his eyebrows and leaned forward: "What's the matter?"

A sly light flashed across Zhao Xiaomo's eyes, and then he stuffed the chocolate in his hand into Joe Schroeder's mouth with lightning speed.

As he wished, Zhao Xiaomo saw Joe Schroeder's face turned green instantly.

Zhao Xiaomo smiled with his hands behind his back: "Long time no see, Mr. Commissioner."

Our BOSS is elegant and civilized, so naturally he can't spit out the chocolate in his mouth in public, so he can only swallow it with a bitter face.He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, rubbed his belly and said, "What a surprise, I was recognized by you again..."

——Obviously this time he didn't take the route of a movie star, he just randomly chose the skin of an ordinary person...

Zhao Xiaomo wanted to raise his head and laugh proudly at this time, but he held back and patiently explained: "After a few times of contact with you, I think you must not be used to the food of the earth. I have never seen any species, even The deputy director who doesn't like to eat has a clear aversion to chocolate..."

Y spread out his hands and agreed.

Little J was too busy nibbling on chocolates to join the discussion.

Z, he rubbed his belly in Zhao Xiaomo's body, rolling with laughter.

——Hey, Ah Mo did a good job~ Take him into the army!

Zhao Xiaomo naturally doesn't know Z's dislike and distrust of Mr. Special Commissioner, he just... has observed this strange gentleman who is sometimes gentle and sometimes funny, and has an unpredictable temper.

——Don’t you like chocolate?What a strange species. ╮(╯_╰)╭

Of course, our Mr. Villain doesn’t think so. Although he feels uncomfortable in his stomach at the moment, he is extremely comfortable in his heart, so comfortable that his eyes are shining brightly and are full of smiles.

——Hehe, it turns out that he paid close attention to his eating habits...

After the recognition of relatives was over, Zhao Xiaomo was about to ask if there was indeed any unusual event here since Mr. Special Commissioner also came here at this time, the little J who had been nibbling chocolate yelled: "Wow~"

The crowd looked at him.

Little J tremblingly pointed at the pile of cocoa beans in the corner, blinking his innocent and harmless eyes: "The beans...are alive..."

Zhao Xiaomo: "..."

——Son, I ate too much chocolate...

However, as a witness to many wonderful events in the world, a little bit of skepticism is still necessary.Then, the heads of the four species, including the commissioner, got together and looked into the pile of cocoa beans.

Zhao Xiaomo+Z: "Little J, are you sure it's not your eyesight?"

Little J: "I did see the beans moving..."

Special Agent X: "Maybe it's a mouse?"

Zhao Xiaomo+Xiao J: "...vomit..." - there are mice in the raw materials? !Go throw up...

Y: "..." - He still has no lines...

Zhao Xiaomo saw that his alien colleagues were busy analyzing the probabilities of various reasoning and the possibility of solutions in their superb brains, shook his head and sighed, rolled up his cuffs and began to stir in the cocoa beans.

——Is it useful to have a high IQ?

——But...if you really touch the mouse's tail...Er...

Seeing this, X leaned forward and stroked his chin, smiling, waiting for the frightened guy to pounce into his arms.

--correct!Because he is the Boss, he knows the truth of everything!

Sure enough, after only 0.5 seconds, Zhao Xiaomo yelled and rushed to the nearest support that he could grab

——in the arms of Lord Boss.

X grinned as he wished, and at the same time, he didn't forget to take the opportunity to appease Zhao Xiaomo's back.

Y and Little J came together curiously: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Xiaomo raised his middle finger (of course not for cursing), with frightened tears in his eyes:

"The beans... bit me!!!!!!"

21. File 6.2

Everyone took a closer look, and then: (⊙o⊙)...

On Zhao Xiaomo's middle finger - he is really biting a coffee-colored, round-headed...cocoa bean! ! !

Have you ever heard of a turtle biting your nose?

According to the legend, once the gentle and timid Mr. Turtle gets mad and bites someone's nose, he will stick to it until the end and never let go, no matter beating, scolding or coaxing.

Zhao Xiaomo... met his turtle.

This ferocious bean, which looks like a living thing, bites Zhao Xiaomo's middle finger tightly. No matter whether the owner of the finger pulls it out with his hand, pours it with water, or even bites it with his teeth, he will not let go! ==

Zhao Xiaomo went crazy. Although his finger didn't hurt, he didn't want to live his life with his middle finger upright.

Z still rolled around with a heartless smile, and took the opportunity to educate: "Ah Mo, how many times have I said, don't touch things... Pfft..."

His loyal dog was even more straightforward, handing over a knife, with a sad face: "Cut it off..."

Zhao Xiaomo: "..."

——Cut your sister!beep beep

Little J, he is greeting his brother to watch the excitement...

Only Boss has the best heart (?), and the most distressed human beings who are suffering from unprecedented mental trauma. X put his arms around Zhao Xiaomo's shoulders, gently wiped his tears for him, and comforted him: "You give it a layer of color, and in the future people will only think that your middle finger... um... a part of it..."

Zhao Xiaomo: "..."

——Are you really trying to comfort me?

Enough of the excitement, and the jokes should stop. Y received Z's instruction, put away the playfulness in his eyes, started to work seriously, and said coldly to the bag: "Come out."

Then, Zhao Xiaomo stared wide-eyed, watching the round cocoa beans miraculously crawl out of the sack, straighten up (?), and stand in a row on the edge of the bag!

Zhao Xiaomo: (⊙o⊙)...

These 'things' that look like cocoa beans but are not cocoa beans are indeed living creatures, with noses, eyes, and mouths, and even two thin lines protruding from each side of the oval body, which at first glance look like black lines. —limbs!

Zhao Xiaomo: (⊙o⊙)...

And then, a large 'cocoa bean' that was a few sizes larger than the other 'cocoa beans' and shaped like a glass bead was carried out by a few small gongs.

The large 'cocoa bean' looked up at the four heads gathered above his head, and finally locked his eyes on Zhao Xiaomo's middle finger.

He finally spoke. Although there is no scientific basis to prove why such a small body has such a bold voice, and no one knows why this strange creature uses Shakespeare's classical English, but Mr. Cocoa Bean finally spoke. Alright, put forward the conditions in an extremely arrogant tone:

"I am the king of cocoa, human beings, and I want to negotiate with you."

Zhao Xiaomo: (⊙o⊙)...

——Ma Ma, come and meet Emperor Douzi!

The bean race (?) of the universe race, the ability level LEVELC, is a group of peace-loving species that practice monarchy.The appearance is very similar to all kinds of beans on the earth, among which the cocoa bean race is the ruling class, royal family members, government officials, and soldiers guarding the royal family are all cocoa bean race.

To say they are cocoa beans is actually not correct.

The evolutionary history of the bean family is similar to that of human beings.Just like humans evolved from apes, some apes evolved successfully, and some apes... are still monkeys/orangutans.The cocoa bean family and cocoa beans once shared a common ancestor, and they successfully evolved into a higher civilization, while cocoa beans... are still the seeds of a common plant on the bean planet.

Emperor Keke, the king of beans, put forward a condition to Zhao Xiaomo. If Zhao Xiaomo wants the Keke soldier on Zhao Xiaomo's finger to let go, he must meet one request.

Zhao Xiaomo was already dazed by the unknown situation in front of him: "It's easy to talk, please tell me..."

——Hey, why is it always me who gets hurt? !

Ke Kedi obviously made a detailed investigation of the earth's culture. He took a sip of something similar to a cigar, blew a smoke ring at Zhao Xiaomo, and asked lightly: "A historical question for you. In the 16th century, the British brought it back from Mexico. What is a vegetable and fruit?”

Zhao Xiaomo has a deep understanding of history because of frequent time travel, so he replied without thinking: "Tomatoes!"

Emperor Cocoa nodded, and sent his subordinates to bring an ordinary, lifeless cocoa bean.He put the cocoa beans on his belly, stroked the rough skin of the cocoa beans, and showed deep sadness in his wise eyes: "Tomatoes... are right... Similarly, cocoa beans are the tomatoes brought to the earth by us." ..."

Zhao Xiaomo: "..."

——So you came to find a distant cousin?

Of course, the reason why Emperor Coco went to great lengths to bribe Mr. X to get a spaceship ticket to smuggle through the universe, and even did not hesitate to drive himself to the earth in this era, is definitely not to find his ancient cousins ​​living on the earth.

What the bean family wants is the technology of human beings to make chocolate...

It is said that the Douzi people love peace and do not like to interact with those planets in the Federation that fight and kill, so they have closed themselves for many years.Recently, there was a deficit in the country's finances. When they were at a loss, an interstellar traveler brought the food that people on Earth love-chocolate.

The bean family is keenly aware that the raw material of chocolate is similar to a certain weed-like wildfire plant on their planet.After reviewing the historical materials in the planet's old paper pile, the historians came to the conclusion

——When the bean family spacecraft visited the earth a few years ago, the cocoa bean seeds stuck to the bottom of the spacecraft fell on the earth.It is because of the coincidence of the invasion of this species that there will be the earth's chocolate culture in the future.

The shrewd bean family realizes the huge market for chocolate in the universe, and their planet has a huge reserve of raw materials, so if they can monopolize the chocolate trade in the universe, they can add a considerable amount of universe coins to the treasury.

But the prerequisite is to get the recipe for chocolate...

It must be mentioned here that although the Douzi tribe is much more technologically advanced than humans, their food patterns are very different from humans.As the saying goes, smart people often make low-level mistakes. They have tried various advanced cooking techniques, but they can't make delicious chocolate produced by humans.

—So again, be proud, human!

So, the Douzi family thought of such a bad move as stealing the formula. His Majesty the King led the elites to come, and before they had time to get the secret, they met everyone from the Federal Office, so they could only pretend to be Douzi.

But it was still found...

The production of chocolate is not a secret. In addition, the time for the earth to participate in the space trade is still far away, and the copyright issue of the country of origin should be considered. Zhao Xiaomo, as the only human representative present, happily explained how to make smooth and delicious chocolate. The method of conveying sweet and sweet milk chocolate to Emperor Douzi.

—He would never admit that this behavior was not for any of the above noble reasons, but purely to get rid of the, uh, bean bump on his middle finger.

The more shrewd director Z wanted to take the opportunity to ask for a hush money from Emperor Douzi, but he couldn't succeed because of the presence of the federal lackey special commissioner, so he felt extremely unhappy.

The other party seemed to intend to make him more unhappy, and asked His Majesty the King to sign the Cosmic Trade Tax Act on the spot, that is to say, the money that should have been swallowed by Z would end up in the federal treasury.

As an intermediary, Mr. Commissioner will get commission and salary increase, and the federal superiors will pay more attention to it.

—It's a good deal, isn't it?

The friends of the Bean Kingdom left, and the rest of the people finally had time to get together and have a heart-to-heart talk.

Zhao Xiaomo has always had a good impression of Mr. Special Commissioner, and asked kindly: "Sir, is this time planning to secretly inspect our actions?"

X nodded, took out a small notebook and began to record: "Yes, to test your observation skills and ability to respond to the incident, and," X looked straight at Zhao Xiaomo, as if talking to Z through him: "Look Do you have any acts of enriching your own pockets?"

'Oh! Zhao Xiaomo bent down in pain, Director Z was deflated one after another, and was finally irritated, stretching out his sharp claws to scratch the wall from his heart.

X didn't expect this to happen, so he hurriedly stepped forward to support Zhao Xiaomo: "Xiaomo..."

Zhao Xiaomo looked up at his concerned eyes, feeling warm in his heart.

——This Mr. Commissioner is still the gentlest, much kinder to himself than the one in his belly and his loyal dogs.

Well, this person always unconsciously gets close to and treats him well, or someone who exudes a gentle aura anytime and anywhere.This point, Zhao Xiaomo will have a deep understanding in the future.

Zhao Xiaomo grabbed X's arm and stood up straight, shook his head and said weakly: "I'm fine." Then he turned to look at Y.

Seeing this, Y understood, without saying a word, stepped forward and hooked Zhao Xiaomo's waist, turned his head and kissed him.

——Z gave the order and was about to come out.

'Crack' Mr. Boss crushed the piece of chocolate in his hand.

The familiar dark eyes looked at X, but they were cold without any warmth. Z greeted coolly: "We finally meet, Mr. Commissioner."

——This is a historic moment. In this old chocolate-scented factory, the pros and cons finally meet face to face!

——Come on, shake hands and take a picture~

X has already adjusted the state of mind that was a bit appetizing just now, and stretched out his hand with a smile: "Master Z, I have been looking forward to it for a long time."

Z snorted, but didn't reach out.

X didn't mind much, and continued to be courteous: "It's my honor to be able to inspect the affairs of your firm. Mr. Z is worthy of employing people well, and your subordinates are very qualified for this job..."

Z naturally heard that he was actually satirizing himself for not really participating in the handling of the incident, snorted again, and interrupted X coldly: "It's my fault that I haven't seen you for so long, I just wanted to say hello to you today, We hope to cooperate with pleasure."

X seemed to be awakened by Z, nodded and said: "By the way, speaking of this, Director Z, your current physical condition makes me quite worried. Can you explain the reason?"

Z frowned, not wanting to answer his question, and took two steps impatiently, but couldn't stand still, so he naturally leaned into Y's arms.

It was at that moment that Z keenly caught the flash of evil in X's eyes.

——Although it was only for a moment, it was enough...

Z raised the corners of his lips, raised his arms to wrap around Y's waist, leaned his head intimately on his shoulder blades, and gave X a slight smile: "Mr. Commissioner, you see, due to the peculiarities of my body structure, I have to If I want to complete the mission on Earth, I must attach myself to a conscious human being... Besides, I have signed a contract with the owner of this body, which does not violate the federal regulations."

X stared down at the small notebook in his hand, as if he was recording.After a while, he said lightly: "Of course, I fully support your work. However," he glanced up and down at the two people who were close to each other. There was no emotion in his eyes, and there was no fluctuation in his voice: "My lord, please always remember the working terms of the Federation."

Z frowned, leaving nothing behind.

—— Y took two steps back.

The head of the black-haired Asian youth hangs down again, and when he raises it up again, he has changed back to Zhao Xiaomo.

Zhao Xiaomo was at a loss for these charade-like conversations, and looked at the commissioner inexplicably.

X bent his lips and smiled, rubbing his head: "You should go, it will be difficult if you step on an ant of this era and cause a butterfly effect."

Zhao Xiaomo: "..."

— still confused.

——I don’t understand why Z is throwing things in the space and losing his temper?

——I don’t understand why Y, even Xiao J’s complexion is not good-looking?

——It seems that the only one who is still laughing is Mr. Commissioner?

Later, Z finally stopped losing his temper, and sat down, touching his face and sighing: "Ah Mo..."

The dog-legged version of Zhao Xiaomo: "What's the matter with the director?"

Z continued to sigh: "I think... that special commissioner... seems to be interested in me... what should I do?"

God embarrassing version of Zhao Xiaomo: "..."

——No way...it should be...

——Simple Zhao Xiaomo, politics...is not a race...

***

It was night, Y hesitated for a long time, and woke up his boss while Zhao Xiaomo was asleep.

The first thing Z did when he woke up was to throw Y down, and raised his hand to strangle him by the neck.

Z said coldly, "You backed off."

Y looked at him calmly: "You know I have to do that."

Z let go of his hand in frustration, pouted his mouth and said bitterly: "Who is that guy, haven't you found out yet?"

Y shook his head, and stretched out his hand behind his back, holding a box of delicately packaged handmade chocolates: "You are so confused, you forgot the special products..."

Z smiled again.

Z nestled in Y's arms, swallowing chocolates one by one.

Y looked at him with quiet and soft eyes.

Z picked up a strawberry dipped in chocolate, pinched it between his fingers and raised the corner of his mouth: "That guy is really good at hiding, but I seem to have found something he is interested in, heh, look at me showing his mask Rip it off."

After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and bit the chocolate strawberry hard.

The juice of the fruit slid down the corner of his lips. Y smiled, raised his thumb to erase it for him.

Z narrowed his eyes, hooked Y's neck, and raised his head:

"Lick it clean for me."

22. File 7.1

Warning: This event is not typical.

***

Aunt Susan from the street flower shop first discovered this unique little cat.

The little cat is very beautiful, with cat eyes like amber glass beads, reddish-brown hair shining and soft, and a round figure like a small ball, which twists and turns when walking, with a cute and naive attitude.

The little cat seemed to have no owner, and wandered around the neighborhood all afternoon.

In the evening, Aunt Susan brought in the flower basket outside the shop, and saw that the little cat was still there, lying on the mailbox on the opposite street corner, lazily licking its tail.

Seeing that Aunt Susan liked it, she couldn't help walking forward and teasing it: "Little cat, don't you have an owner? Are you hungry?"

Unexpectedly, that beautiful little tabby cat seemed to be able to understand human speech. It narrowed its eyes and glanced at the auntie, and gave a soft "meow".

The cat's meow was soft and greasy, and Aunt Susan loved it even more. She reached out and carefully picked up the cat and walked into the store.

The aunt made stew today. The kitty must be hungry. She ate a big pot full, and then licked up a half bottle of fresh milk.

The kitten, who was full and full, nestled in the aunt's arms docilely, rubbing her head against her arm from time to time, and the fluffy little body was warm and soft when hugged.

In fact, it was the middle of winter, and Christmas was two days away.Aunt Susan liked the little hot water bottle she picked up very much, and she couldn't bear to let the cat live on the street to suffer from the cold, so she decided to adopt the cat.She is a widow with no children. She runs this small flower shop by herself, and it is nice to have a lovely pet as a companion.

The next day the weather was fine, the aunt gave the kitten a bath, dried the hair with a hair dryer and took it outside to bask in the sun.

This kitten is really special, unlike ordinary cats who are bathed and tortured.It closed its eyes and let the aunt clean it with warm bath water and fragrant shampoo.Looking at the appearance of the old cat god, Aunt Susan felt for no reason: This cat seems to be enjoying the warm water bath and artificial scrubbing...

What a cute weird cat...

The well-washed kitten is lazily lying on the flower stand, with its tail curled up and swinging in the air.

Aunt Susan skillfully made a cotton vest for the cat, with a gorgeous camellia flower embroidered on a light pink background.The kitten seemed to like it very much, and was circling around in a small vest.

Aunt Susan smiled and took a Polaroid photo of the kitten, and handed it over to show it: "Look, how beautiful it is."

Then she turned around and went to other things, shaking her head and laughing at herself: I really raised this cat like a child.

The kitten basked in the sun quietly again, looking at the Polaroid photo with shiny cat eyes.

——If that person sees it, will he praise it for its beauty?

——Certainly not, that person... never praised it...

I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart, like being stung by a bee, with a tingling pain.The look in the kitten's eyes dimmed, Shijimao stood up, held the photo in his mouth and jumped to the ground.

——Stayed here too long, time to leave.

The kitten looked back at Aunt Susan's busy figure: she is really a good person.It meowed twice towards the ground, and the mouse in the basement of the flower shop heard it, and immediately moved with its legs trembling.

——Thank you, auntie, please accept my reward.

When the little cat left, Aunt Susan was a little sad, but she was soon attracted by other things.

Three guests came to the flower shop.

The red-haired boy in the lead nodded to his partner: "That's right, the last energy signal was sent from here."

The tall one-eyed man among the partners walked towards Aunt Susan: "Excuse me, have you seen..."

The handsome man was very polite and seemed well-bred.Aunt Susan thought that the cat was well taken care of, and it was definitely not a wild cat. She guessed whether it might be its owner, so she asked, "Are you looking for your cat? Unfortunately, I Saw it, but it ran away."

"Cat?" The one-eyed man and the Asian young man behind him looked at each other in surprise, but they quickly regained their composure.

The flower shop's clues are broken, and the trio in the office can only continue to search.

Today is the last day of work before the Christmas holiday. The postman Jem opens the red mailbox on the street to pick up the mail according to the old custom.

Then he came across a strange cat.

The cat is very beautiful, with authentic and shiny coat color, wearing a small pink vest with camellia flowers embroidered on it, it should be the only cat of the owner.

With what looked like a photo in its mouth, the cat followed him past mailboxes one after another.

Jem turned his head from time to time and looked at the kitten curiously.

The other party also looked back at him with shining eyes.

For no reason, Jem felt that the cat's gaze... seemed to be full of anticipation.

He patted his head and laughed at himself: I must be thinking about taking a vacation and thinking crazy.

There was another mailbox that was about to be closed, and the cat was still there. Jem smiled at the cat while opening the mailbox: "Little guy, do you want to send a letter?"

After he asked, he felt ridiculous.

Unexpectedly, the cat really ran forward and dropped the photo in Jem's mail pocket!

Then, the kitten twisted its butt and quickly disappeared into the winter night.

The postman Jem stood there in a daze for a long time before remembering to look through the photo.

An ordinary Polaroid photo showed the kitten with a postage stamp and an address written on the back!

——Well, it can be sent as a postcard, which is not illegal.

Jem, the postman, finds himself in the strangest thing of his career——

A cat that can send letters!

An address in this city was written on the Polaroid photo, and the recipient's name appeared to be a foreigner.Jem knew that area, which belonged to the school company, and there were no unimaginable incidents.

After much deliberation, he felt that maybe he had met a well-trained cat, sending letters for the owner.Haven’t you ever heard a story about a guide dog helping its owner to buy things?

——It must be so, otherwise, Christ made a big joke with himself before his birthday...

The little cat ran happily on the street, feeling a little excited.

——I don’t know what that person will think when he sees the photo, will he miss it?

—Maybe, there will be a little bit...

Carrying the mail bag, Jem was on the phone with his wife while walking: "My dear, do you know what amusing thing happened to me today? A cat that can send letters!!!"

The three people who hurried past him stopped and looked at each other.

Jem was intercepted, Y used his ability to hold him, took the photo and erased his memory.

Zhao Xiaomo looked at the cat in the photo and frowned: "It seems that it's still around here."

The trio continued their search.

The day before Christmas.

The little kitten hadn't eaten for a day, and was dizzy from hunger, lying weakly under the huge Christmas tree in the center of the street.

It can easily get food from street shops or food stalls, but that doesn't match its identity, and it doesn't bother to do so.

The weather is cold, the stomach is hungry, and the harsh environment is more likely to stimulate the fragility of the heart.The kitten misses that person very much now, misses his generous palm, misses his warm embrace, misses his...occasional tenderness.

But he dared not and was unwilling to go back, because that person would never forgive him this time.

——If he sees that person getting angry at him, or simply ignoring him, his heart will definitely hurt very much.

The kitten lay listlessly under the tree, feeling like it was about to cry.

A small hand stretched out, holding a piece of steaming fried chicken.

The little cat raised its head and saw a little boy with a flushed face smiling at it: "Kitty, I'll eat it for you."

The innocent smiling face of the little boy instantly won the trust of the cat, and it was really hungry, so it opened its mouth and swallowed the whole piece of chicken in one gulp.

Soft and delicious, tender and delicious, so delicious!

The little cat thought of that person, and also liked to eat fried chicken nuggets.

That person often works all night, and while he is busy, he throws a chicken nugget into his mouth.It looked distressed at the side, and the man turned his head, picked out the biggest piece to block its mouth, and then patted its head: "Go to sleep."

So it lay on that person's lap with peace of mind, and began to have the sweetest dream.

The little kitty's eyes are moist when he thinks of the past...

"Charles" boy's mother came up: "What are you doing?"

"Mom, there is a cute kitten here." The boy replied to his mother, and when he lowered his head again, the kitten had disappeared.

The little boy Charles held his mother's hand and acted like a baby: "It's really a cute little cat, wearing a vest, very pretty. It ate my fried chicken~"

The trio not far away stopped again.

——Missed again!

Today is Christmas Eve, everyone went home for reunion, the streets are deserted, almost no pedestrians.

The little cat really wanted to go back to that person, but its progress was blocked by several stray dogs.

Vicious feral dog grinning at kitten, kitten sneers

——How many dogs are there?court death!

Before he could make a move, an old voice sounded: "Go away, go away, you vicious dogs!"

A homeless old entertainer rescued this weak kitten on the side of the road that was being besieged by vicious dogs.

The old man was very old, his clothes were ragged, and his nose was red with cold.He took out a small iron bottle and took a big gulp, and said to the cat, "Poor kitty, don't you have a family to spend Christmas with?"

Then he began to tell his story to the kitten eloquently.

This is a lonely old man, lonely until Christmas Eve, living on the street