pet writer

The hamster ran away from home for the third time, ah!

From opening the cage door to stopping at the glass door.

It was still effective for Qiao Yu to let him exercise every day. Now the little guy was able to run all the way from the inside to the glass door without stopping to catch his breath.

Not as big as a palm, the purple-eyed hamster stared at the tall glass door and fell silent.It turned its attention to the cat door for the cat to enter and exit. The lighter plastic material is used there, and it is very likely that the hamster can push it open with its strength.

Just to climb up, you have to pass through the cat climbing frame...

The purple-eyed hamster glanced at the cat climbing frame on the entire wall, and fell into an indescribable silence.

Sometimes size really is an insurmountable disadvantage.

Fyodor, who was born weak, never complained about his physique, but at this moment, Sin and Punishment really wanted to know why other superpowers were cats, but it turned into a hamster.

It tried to find other exits, but the doctor had considered similar issues during the renovation planning, so it naturally couldn't find a better place than the cat door.

The hamster, who had no other choice, climbed up the cat climbing frame.

Qiao Yu didn't often wake up in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, his mind was still in chaos. He sat on the bed in a daze until the parrot flew from another room.

The three cats who have been sleeping with him have disappeared.

"I feel a little uncomfortable, bro."

Whether it was when she was a child or now, Qiao Yu tends to act like a baby to the pets around her whenever she feels uncomfortable.For example, when I had a fever last time, I didn't even let the little white cat go.

"I can't breathe." Qiao Yu hugged Brother Ying, and buried her whole body in Brother Ying's arms.

The size of the parrot is several times larger than before.Brother Ying, who usually pretends to be an ordinary parrot, is now obviously close to the size of an ostrich, and his feathers are more colorful and beautiful. The flames are blazing, and the warmth is just right, almost lighting up the entire interior.

Brother Ying spread his wings and surrounded him, the beautiful feathers were shining brightly, and the warm touch gave him great comfort.

The white mist that spread in the pet shop seemed to have life. The white mist and white snow enveloped the whole world in a vast expanse of whiteness, and the past and the way forward could not be seen.However, soon, they seemed to encounter some feared object and stagnated.

The hamster standing on the third floor of the cat climbing frame clearly saw that the flying mist continued to retreat, and finally completely exited the range of the pet store. Soon, even the streets outside could not see the wisps of mist.

Faster than setting a spider's nest on fire.

The white silk thread was entwined by the raging fire, and it burned clean in an instant.

The hamster gradually backed away and hid in the cat nest on the cat climbing frame.

It saw a huge bird coming out from the inside, it was between reality and illusion, its upper body was blocked by the floor, and from the perspective of the hamster, only the feathers on its abdomen could be seen.The red feathers were like living flames, and the gold rim that lined the edge of each was not only beautiful to look at, but sharp as well.

The bright and fiery big bird spread its wings, and its long feathers were dazzling, illuminating the night as bright as day.A hurricane hit, and the purple-eyed hamster clung to the rope of the cat climbing frame, but nothing came up.

It held its breath, and something invisible brushed past its body, and soon passed through it again.

Wonderful feeling.

"Hey——"

There was a long cry, and the crisp sound rang in my ears, like a blow to the head.

The hamster squatted in the cat climbing frame and thought about the life of the mouse. It didn't know what happened outside, and now it didn't want to know what happened outside.

Rat is going home.

No matter how difficult it is to climb up, the hamster will climb down no matter how difficult it is.When it was squatting under the cage, it realized that jumping down was easy and climbing up was difficult. There was no support, the hamster looked at the cage and sighed.

Inside the white mist, there is a unique struggle to survive.

At this time, people with supernatural powers seem to be in two worlds with ordinary people. Their pain, their begging for mercy, and their past dominance have all disappeared in the white mist. corpse.

Peeling off the layer of supernatural powers, they are just ordinary people.

As time passed, the number of survivors gradually decreased, and the voices full of pain gradually decreased.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko sat in the skeletal box, his red eyes were filled with boredom, he looked at the wine glass in his hand, the red liquid swirled and reverberated, slowly exuding a mellow aroma. "It's going to end sooner than I thought."

Fyodor was still standing on the edge of the fortress, his eyes fixed on the vast white mist.

Once, Fyodor thought that this white mist would be the starting point of his dreams, completely isolating people with supernatural powers and ordinary people, or cleaning up people with supernatural powers in an area, let him see the hope of eliminating supernatural powers in the future .

But soon, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko shattered Fyodor's fantasy.

No matter how convenient his supernatural ability is, it does not belong to Fyodor. It is unrealistic to rely on other people's supernatural ability to realize his own ideals.

The current limited coverage of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's ability is only about half of Yokohama, and the speed of coverage is very slow. If the person with the ability takes precautions and takes the initiative to attack, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko does not have the advantage, so Fei The area Odor has chosen now only covers places with frequent activities of the Mafia, connecting Leibo Street and the neighborhood near Qiao Yu's pet shop, as well as the dormitory of the Ability Secret Service Section.

Enough to explain.

When Fyodor was leaning against the wall, he looked like an exquisite doll, with pale skin, slender eyelashes, and purple eyes with strange colors, none of which revealed a fragile beauty.

But what the porcelain doll is thinking at the moment is: Tomorrow...will it be seeing the doctor's dead body?

Yes, even with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's verification, he still has doubts.

"Is there anything in that area that interests you?"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko did not know when he came to his side. The man who was nearly a head taller than him had a relaxed expression and was accustomed to the scene of purgatory on earth below.

Fyodor replied flatly: "Nothing."

"But you've been watching for a long time..." Shibusawa Ryuhiko paused for a moment, then suddenly cheered up, and said, "There are guests in Kosai."

His smiling expression was like a blooming red rose, and bright red blood drops slipped from the edge of the petals.

They stood where they were, but did not wait for the comer.

Osamu Dazai: Slightly!Do you think I'm a self-inflicted fool?

He never felt that he was a confrontational character, and Osamu Dazai approached Kosai only for safety.As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is also the safest place. Osamu Dazai, who has always considered himself an ordinary person, is not arrogant enough to think that he can solve it by himself.

He has a very clear understanding of himself.

"Who else will come to the terminal?"

Instead of hoping that the other party will leave at dawn, it is better to take the initiative to attack.

"Tell me..." Osamu Dazai changed his position to hide every once in a while, talking to himself to cheer himself up.

He wants to ask: Why am I here?

But soon he thought of the unusual cat.

So is this also the case with the other two?

Osamu Dazai suddenly became depressed, "So is there a purpose for the doctor to approach me?"

Just thinking about this possibility can make Maomao fall into autism.

He forgot that Qiao Yu never took the initiative to contact him, because of his past identity and experience, Osamu Dazai would easily explain everything with conspiracy theories.

Before he shut himself up, he saw a real cat running towards him.

The figure of the two cats running in the white mist is particularly obvious, thanks to the black flames of the black cat behind the cow cat. Wherever they go, the white mist recedes one after another, imprinting in the eyes of Osamu Dazai like a flame of hope .

It seems that people can't count on it, so can cats.

With a joyful smile, Osamu Dazai ran out from his hiding place to meet them like a person who is avoiding seeing the hope of being rescued, but because of his fake acting skills, he was kicked in the face by the jumping Aji cat , the boy somersaulted and fell out.

Aji cat: "Meow meow!"

A series of national quintessences were sent out one after another. If words could be turned into sharp arrows, Osamu Dazai would be seriously injured and died by now.

hypocritical!

Azhi Mao, who had come all the way, was out of breath.

Nasty Twolegs!

Maomao squatted on his face, its paws constantly patted Osamu Dazai's tied cheeks, and the black paws were printed on the other's white bandages, bringing out muddy marks one by one.

Neither the cat pad nor the human face, nor the nails stick out, no matter how much you touch it, there is no real-sexual-harm.

Insulting harm?

What is that.

The little black cat calmly passed the fallen Dazai Osamu and the Ajimao standing on Dazai Osamu's head, and ran up to Kaisai with its tail upright as if strolling through the courtyard.

Although he had some guesses about the identity of the little black cat god, Osamu Dazai couldn't help asking: "Is it okay to just let one go up like this?"

Ajimao rolled his eyes.

Osamu Dazai asked a more realistic question: "If the doctor wakes up and can't find the cat, he will be very sad."

Ajimao froze, kicked Osamu Dazai's nose with his back foot, and after his nose was covered with mud, he jumped off the noisy paw pad lightly, followed the little black cat upstairs.

The boy rolled on the ground again, and no matter how he cleaned it, he felt that there was still mud left in his nose. This residual feeling was enough to kill him with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Osamu Dazai is not obsessive-compulsive disorder, he looked at the figure of the cat and laughed, but the moment he got up, he was sore all over, and sighed hissingly: "Really, it's getting more and more violent."

Thinking about the time when they were both physically weak, the cat would at most stand on the sidelines and stare at him for psychological deterrence, which didn't matter to Osamu Dazai at all.

And now... huh.

Violent cat.

Osamu Dazai was so cowardly that he didn't dare to say it, he only dared to complain in his heart.

Mao Mao's ears are very sensitive, and he doesn't want his mouth to be kicked down the stairs by Aji Mao.

"Why build such a long staircase, can't it be modernized and made into a direct elevator!"

At first, Osamu Dazai straddled up the stairs in two steps, and then walked slowly step by step. Finally, he leaned on the wall and began to rest and pant, comforting himself: "Cats, how can cats compare to humans..."

"Comparison, incomparable..."

Willful for a long time, eating every meal, coupled with malnutrition, Dazai Osamu is a real physical waste, much more waste than Qiao Yu's carefully raised cat.