pet writer

The biggest guardian tiger was nowhere to be seen, and Zhongye Mao was stunned for a while, and shouldered the heavy responsibility of taking care of the cubs.

Speaking of which... since becoming a cat, Zhongye Cat has been taking care of its cubs, from the little brother cat to the little white cat, and then to the little white tiger.

It can be called rich experience.

The little guy who suddenly couldn't find the big white tiger in the room turned round and round in a daze, his golden eyes gradually filled with tears, "Meow——!"

"Meow!"

"Meow——!"

The scream was loud and shrill, and the drawn-out ending sounded hoarse and pitiful.

It was like an earth-shattering cry of a baby suddenly erupted in a quiet night at midnight. The screaming sound almost lifted the zenith of a person, and the three cats closest to him were blown up and their bodies were blown up. Hairy.

The little orange cat bites the bullet and wants to go up and coax it, but it has no experience!The three little guys it has brought are all cute, and they have never cried like this.

After all, the tiger is a tiger, the little guy’s voice completely overwhelms the cat’s meowing, it can’t hear anything at all, it cries and cries while circling, just like a three-year-old child who can’t find his father and gets lost in the mall .

"Meow!"

"Meow - woo -!!"

Qiao Yu, who was still inspecting the cat in the store, shook his hand, but the customer next to him was a little bit emotional: "It's so pitiful, is it a new cat?"

Humans can't tell the difference between a cat and a tiger cub, but cats can.

The little guy in Qiao Yu's hand was not very intelligent, but he had a premonition of danger. He accurately recognized the safest place and grabbed the doctor's sleeve without moving.

The doctor pretended to be calm and said with a smile: "This is a cat that was sent to the foster care today, maybe it's because of this that I realized it."

"Stupid little cutie." The customer laughed twice, and was a little surprised: "It turns out that the store has opened a foster care service, which is really great. Our family plans to go on a trip in two weeks, and I was thinking about this one." What about the little guy." She lowered her head and patted the cat, not being jealous when she saw that it was dependent on the doctor: "It will be fine if it is fostered by the doctor."

Qiao Yu, who was forced to start a new business, rubbed Lord Baihu 180 times in his heart, and said with a smile on his face, "Thank you so much for your care."

Just when Qiao Yu was hesitating whether to go out to see the little white tiger, the voice stopped.

The earl, who was dressed in a white Tang suit, stepped out, frowned and hugged the howling little guy, his strange eyes glared at the white tiger scroll that was put aside, and pinched the little guy with his slender fingers The back of the neck, the little guy who was so hoarse finally stopped.

Got, got saved.

The three cats breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not a good feeling to be bombed at close range.

These three are the novice father No. 123 who was confused by the baby.

"Meow, meow..." The little white tiger whispered in the earl's arms.

"Okay, okay," the count said with a good attitude towards the little white tiger, "Master Baihu just went out for something, and he will be back in the evening."

"Meow?"

"really."

I don't know if it's because newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Ranbu cat and Azhi cat are terrified of the earl, and they want to go around when they see them. On the contrary, they are two single-celled animals, and the earl's attitude towards them is much better.

"Meow..." The little guy lay on the earl's arm and sniffled, crying so cutely.

The count didn't feel uncomfortable, but instead gave the white tiger scroll a funny look.

The white tiger in the picture scroll trembled in a space where no one could see, feeling that he would not be able to escape the fate of raising cubs tonight.

Why do you have to make it so difficult for this single big cat!

After the quarrel, the little white tiger finally realized that he was tired, and soon fell asleep in the earl's arms. Earl D put it on the recliner, and it didn't notice anything wrong, turned over and fell asleep by itself.However, there were still tears in the corners of Fluffy's eyes, and he looked quiet and helpless. It was hard to imagine the explosive power with which he was about to send the cat away just now.

The parrot waited for the little guy to fall asleep before flying over. The housekeeper's dislike for the little guy was beyond words, and the red feathers on his abdomen were about to spew out flames. He was really "full of anger".

Fortunately, the big parrot didn't seem to plan to do anything to the little white tiger.

Earl D said to the three cats: "I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back before dinner."

The representative of Zhongye Cat stood up and meowed at the earl, and the earl, who seemed to be in a good mood, rubbed his little head before going out.

Earl's destination is a dessert house. This high-end dessert house has to be reserved a few days in advance. Each table has a relatively independent box. The full-time waiter will stand at the door and serve one-on-one. A luxury store among dessert shops.The clerks are all well-trained, even when they see the parrot on the earl's shoulder, they still don't change their expressions, providing the most thoughtful service for customers.

Earl D is not well-known in the circle of ordinary people, but he is well-known in the circle of special people, and he is notoriously difficult to approach.The special circle in Yokohama tried to find someone as soon as they learned of the count's arrival, but three days passed and only one person succeeded.

If Fyodor hadn't found out that he likes desserts, the Earl wouldn't have been able to ask him out so easily.

"Good afternoon." Fyodor arrived five minutes after the count took his seat. "Sorry, I'm late."

In reality no one was late, Fyodor did it on purpose.

Earl D didn't have time to worry about his little trick. He buried himself in the menu and ignored his polite words. He called the waiter and started ordering: "I want this, this and this, and I want one of that too, tiramisu ...Forget it, replace it with this, and add a puff for me."

Fyodor was not embarrassed either.

A small matter of this level is not painful to him.

After the earl finished ordering a long list of desserts, he closed the menu and said to the Russian boy with a smile, "Excuse me, what did you just say?"

"No, nothing."

In the first round of confrontation, the devil felt a little bit of Earl D's temper, and gave up the useless polite words.

"I'm here this time because I want to ask you some questions." The devil lowered his posture and asked straight to the point: "I don't know how much you know about people with supernatural powers?"

Earl D gave the boy a small check in his heart.

The ability to observe words and emotions, and a character that can stretch and bend.

As expected of Russia's "devil", such a person can gain such a reputation at this age.

"Maybe less than you think."

Being passive in a conversation is not a gesture that Majin likes.But his current intelligence is insufficient, and even the big countries with superpowers in Europe don't have such intelligence. Facing a monopoly, those who are monopolized can only accept it.

The situation will not get better if it is replaced by the transcendents of Britain or France or Germany.

Fyodor quickly changed the way of asking: "You have also seen my supernatural ability. Is this a special situation?"

The demon went to investigate the other two people before this. Osamu Dazai showed no signs of supernatural powers at all, but Edogawa Ranpo's supernatural power was normal and unaffected, which made the demon a little confused about what was going on.

There are too few samples and insufficient data.

"People with supernatural powers are a special group of people." Earl D said he was easy to say for the sake of desserts: "Special examples are everywhere. The special ones are not the special abilities, but you."

The count asked with a smile, "You seem to hate supernatural powers?"

Fyodor made no secrets: "People with supernatural abilities shouldn't have been born. Special abilities disrupted the original process of this world."

Earl D laughed after hearing this.

The boy's philosophy is subtly similar to his. Human beings should not have been born, and the birth of human beings disrupted the survival of animals.

However, compared with Fyodor, the count's way of acting is much gentler.

"Ever heard of schizophrenia?"

The devil frowned, "I don't think..."

"Your desserts are here." The waiter arranged the earl's desserts on the table in an orderly manner, and the desserts on the table were full of aromas, interrupting Fyodor's words.

"Strong emotions will cause a chain reaction. Both the supernatural power and the supernatural power exist like a mirror." The earl picked up a plate of wagashi in a good mood, but he didn't intend to entertain the devil to eat. "You think it's just a part of you, like your hands, your feet, your heart, but it's another you in this world."

Of course, generally speaking, this "you" is like a shadow and will never leave its owner.

The unexpected variable was, of course, Qiao Yu.

Regarding Qiao Yu, Fyodor also had his own doubts, but they all skipped this question by coincidence.

Wagashi is so delicious.Earl scored 80 points for Dim Sum in his heart.

"Never thought of being betrayed by another self?" the count asked jokingly.

Fyodor nodded honestly: "It's an unimaginable situation." He continued to ask: "Is there a solution to this?"

He hates supernatural abilities, but at this stage, supernatural abilities are also an important means of saving his life.

"It's very simple, as long as it is willing to come back." The earl of intelligence told him very simply: "There is no need to use props, there is no special ceremony, as long as it is willing."

What the Earl didn't remind him is that if a part of himself is left for too long and grows and changes on its own, it will become another individual.

The situation becomes like twins.

Fyodor: "..."

He thought of the purple-eyed hamster in the pet store, and it didn't look like he would be willing.

"The last question." The devil knew how to maintain the earl's favor, and asked the last qualifier before he refused to answer, "What exactly is the supernatural power?"

Since Fyodor sat down until now, Earl D finally gave him a straight look.

The evaluation of the devil in my heart has improved a little bit.

"You were the first person to ask me this question." The count felt a little funny thinking about it.

People are always like this, limited by their own cognition, limited by their environment, tempted by the petty profits in front of them, and always hope for things that do not belong to them.Most people are mediocre, not good or bad, good or evil, just a dispensable individual among the crowd.But there are always some people, like the stars in the dark night, who think about problems that are not on the same level as others.

Earl D didn't completely hate all humans, but these people always brought him surprises.

"Russia believes that people with supernatural powers are 'chosen people', but it is up to people to succeed." The earl said: "Power is its own power, physical strength, mental strength, willpower... all of these are combined externally. The form of expression, the ability."

One of the forms of expression is the ability of aliens.

"That is to say, everyone, theoretically, will have supernatural powers?"

The earl had a half-smile: "As long as humans are strong enough."

Fyodor froze for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

His mouth split into a terrifying arc, like laughing or crying, his breath became dark and distorted, trembling all over, an extremely suppressed voice came out of his body, as if being suppressed The fierce beast is about to be released.All cognitions constructed in the past were subverted, and his whole body was crumbling.

He should have thought of it, he should have thought of it...

The parrot stood on the earl's shoulders like a lifelike statue. Its eyes focused on the devil at this time, as if to prevent his dangerous move.

No matter how dark and crippled the atmosphere was, it didn't stop the earl from enjoying his afternoon dessert.

This is the good point of the high-end dessert shop. Even if Fyodor is now like the fugitive actor of the Yokohama Neurological Hospital, they still did not come forward to disturb the count without calling, and maintained good service etiquette.