Strange Life of a Cat

Zheng Tan stayed at Xiao Zhuo's place until after dinner, and Xiao Zhuo sent Zheng Tan out of the west compound, watching him go away.

After leaving the West District compound, Zheng Tan did not go back immediately, but went to the Pianmen Forest.

Knowing that the woods on the edge of the campus are under construction, there are not many students walking this way, even fewer at night.

Zheng Tan jumped and walked through the woods, came to a big tree and squatted down.

take a deep breath.

"Aww—"

It doesn't seem right.

"Wow--"

It doesn't seem right either.

Zheng Tan thought carefully about the meow of the big white cat at that time, and roared again.

"Woo--"

Still not right!

After several attempts, Zheng Tan analyzed the reason. Maybe because I have been avoiding meowing like a cat before, I am used to howling at will, but now I suddenly want to make a sound like other cats, and I can't change it for a while. Zheng Tan doesn't want to meow like that big white cat, he just needs to be suspicious, but now his meowing sound is like a ghost cry!

Um?

Ghost cry?

Zheng Tan narrowed his eyes.

After turning into a cat, Zheng Tan especially likes to squint his eyes, but he himself has not realized this problem. The tip of the tail flicked, pondering some thoughts.

Just as he was thinking, there was a rush of footsteps, and Zheng Tan didn't need to look to know that it was the black-back raised by the guard at the side gate. The sound of the dead leaves being kicked by the soles of the feet when running is especially obvious in such a silent environment.

The black back hurried over, sniffed around, then circled a tree twice, raised one back, and urinated on the tree. After sprinkling, I planed the soles of my feet excitedly. After sniffing around for a while, and waiting for the whistle from the side door, it barked twice and ran back.

Zheng Tan looked at the tree with the dog pee on it. Two days ago, he noticed that this tree always smelled like urine. The black-backed dog came over to pee every time it was released. tree. At the same time, Zheng Tan also thought of the tattooed man, that man also likes to pee in a fixed place, which Zheng Tan discovered when he was staying near the tattooed man's house, and because of the tattooed man's habit, he gave Zheng Tan another idea.

Originally, Zheng Tan only planned to teach that person a lesson by force, but after thinking about it, if it was purely physical damage, it seemed to be too cheap for him, and he probably would not link this kind of lesson to those few dead ones. On the little milk cat. Maybe that person will do similar things to other cats in the future. Therefore, Zheng Tan decided to try another method.

Now that we have decided to change the original strategy, it means that things cannot be accomplished in a day, and if we can’t do it in a day, we will come every day.

So there was Zheng Tan's continuous preparation work during this period of time. Moreover, men with tattoos seem to be not going well recently, and they are very taboo about some red sticky things.

Zheng Tan will come to the woods these two days to practice vocalization, since he can't hold back the sound similar to that big white cat, then let's just howl, maybe the lethality will be even greater.

Zheng Tan practiced vocalization for a while, and looked at the sky, it was completely dark.

Walking out of the woods, Zheng Tan came to a remote corner near the school gate on the side of the alley in the old building area. There were a few old pine trees with luxuriant branches in the corner. Wrapped in a black plastic bag. In that corner, the chance of things being found is very small, even if Zheng Tan is found, who would have thought that those things were made by a cat?

Carefully open the bag.

At the beginning, because I was not proficient in using the claws, the claws always caught the plastic bag, but after a few times, I became more familiar with it. After all, the body of this cat is the soul of an adult, so it is not impossible to open and tie the bag.

There are four dolls in the bag, one is a little bigger cat doll with patterns, the other three are a little smaller, the length of an adult's palm, pure white and furry, girls like this kind.

These four dolls were "taken" by Zheng Tan from the warehouse on the second floor of a gift shop in front of the school at night.

In addition to the four toy cat dolls, the black plastic bag contained a pack of cotton swabs, three small packs of paper towels, some bags of different sizes for snacks, a few bags of ketchup the size of a seasoning packet used in fast food restaurants, There are also several elastic bands that girls use to tie their hair. The rubber band is wider than the ordinary rubber band used by Papa Jiao and his lab, and at the same time, it ensures that when Zheng Tan puts it around his neck, it won't be too loose or too tight.

These were all "taken" by Zheng Tan during this period of time. In order not to be discovered by others, Zheng Tan spent a lot of effort.

Acting as a cat has advantages and disadvantages. It's easy to sneak into someone's storefront, but it's not so easy to "take" things.

Zheng Tan took out a black plastic bag, put the bigger fluffy toy cat into the bag, put in a bag of tomato sauce, two cotton swabs, and a pack of tissues. Zheng Tan packed up other things that were not needed for the time being, tied up the bags, and put them in the old place on the tree, where the pine branches were densely packed, and it was hard to see from outside, even if they saw it, no one would be idle and climb up to the pine tree Turn the bag.

After packing the things to be used today in bags, tie them with rubber bands.

After taking a look, Zheng Tan was sure that the things here had been packed properly and would not fall off, so he bit the rubber band that tied the bag and jumped off the tree with the bag. Passing through the fence of the courtyard wall near the entrance of the old building area at the boundary of the campus, it rushed into the green flower beds with a swish, and quickly disappeared under the cover of the plants in the flower beds and the night. As for the vehicles rushing to and fro around, no one would notice the flashing black shadow here.

At this point, the alleys in the old building area are much more deserted than the central department store, and it is a completely different scene. Occasionally there were dim street lights, and many sections of the road were completely dark. The general layout of the alley could only be vaguely seen from the light from the surrounding residents' homes. As for the rest, it was impossible to see clearly.

Those who work at night, or those who come home from get off work, are fine with electric vehicles, and those who walk or ride bicycles will have flashlights for lighting.

In such an environment, no one would have noticed a black cat squatting next to a garbage bin at a corner.

Zheng Tan estimated the time in his mind. According to what he learned a while ago, the tattooed man would leave home at nine o'clock in the evening most of the week to go to the club where he works.

Sure enough, not long after, the voice of the tattooed man came. There was another person with the tattooed man, and they were talking.

"That's why, I'd better keep quiet recently. The rumors are tight. Boss Ye is probably in conflict with our boss. Brothers, pay attention, don't know when you will lose arms and legs." The man next to the tattooed man said.

"Hehe, Boss Ye and the others don't like us." The tattooed man sounded like he was smiling, but the laughter was forced.

"Anyway, let's pretend to be dead when people fight together. Also, don't cause trouble, and don't be caught by the pigtails."

"I know that. Oh wait, I'll take a pee, hey!"

As he said that, the tattooed man took a few steps forward and turned a corner into a dead end. This is where the tattooed man went to pee when he went out or came back. The blind alley where we pee was very close to the corner where Zheng Tan was squatting, facing diagonally, Zheng Tan could see the situation over there from the trash can.

After the two walked away, Zheng Tan came out with the bag in his mouth, and went to the tattooed man's house.

I still entered through the broken window in the kitchen. The room was the same as when Zheng Tan first came here, it was as dirty and messy as ever.

Without turning on the lights, Zheng Tan can see the layout of the house through the light from the lights of other people's houses outside the window.

Remove the rubber band, untie the bag, tear apart the ketchup, apply it on the toy cat, and put some on the toy cat's mouth. There is a plastic bag to protect the ketchup from dripping out.

Then, Zheng Tan put the toy cat smeared with ketchup next to the tattooed man's bedside.

This is just one of the things, the cotton swab in the bag, clamped in the palm of your hand. Compared with human fingers, the current cat palm is very inconvenient. Because of this, Zheng Tan practiced holding things with his palm when he was bored at home, and it took him a while to become proficient.

Dip the cotton swab with the remaining ketchup, Zheng Tan took the cotton swab and smeared a red cat's paw on the wooden wardrobe not far from the bed. Zheng Tan's drawing skills are limited, but it's just a few circles, as long as it can be seen that it is roughly a cat or dog's paw.

Because the position to be painted on the wooden wardrobe was a bit high for the current Zheng Tan, he dragged a stool over, stepped on it, supported it with his two hind legs, and stood up to make the height of the painting place more in line with the expected requirements.

After drawing, Zheng Tan threw the cotton swab into the plastic bag, jumped up and scratched a few claw marks in front of the drawn cat's paw. Zheng Tan's strength was great, and the claw marks he scratched were also deep.

After scratching, Zheng Tan pushed the stool back to its original place, took out a piece of paper from the small package of tissues, and wiped some stains on the surrounding ground and his paws. Throw used ketchup packets and swabs, paper, etc. into plastic bags.

After thinking about it, Zheng Tan turned around as he was about to leave, and lifted the sheet under the pillow to have a look.

This was just a whim of Zheng Tan's behavior, because when he was at Jiao's house, Zheng Tan once saw Jiao Yuan hiding pocket money under the bedside mattress, so he did this behavior.

The result really surprised Zheng Tan, the tattooed man also has this habit. Do you want to count money to sleep?

Zheng Tan counted it, there were 800 yuan, Zheng Tan took one of the 100 yuan, rolled it up and wrapped it in a tissue, and put the remaining 700 yuan back in its original place.

After looking around and feeling that there was nothing to dispose of, Zheng Tan wrapped the plastic bag containing the waste and tied it with a rubber band several times. The paper towel wrapped with money was also inserted into the rubber band to fix it, and then he left with his mouth The home of the tattooed man.

After walking out of the alley, Zheng Tan found a trash can, took out the money from the bundle, threw the plastic bag into the trash can, then went to a gift shop with the money in his mouth, and used some accessories from the outside to find the warehouse on the second floor there. He pushed aside the paper towel and threw the hundred yuan inside to the ground. As for the tissues, just throw them out the window.

After finishing, Zheng Tan went back to the East District compound with ease, put on the access control card, and entered the building.

In fact, Zheng Tan also really wanted to know the reaction of the tattooed man, but unfortunately, Jiao's family has been resting very early recently, and they all went to bed after ten o'clock. Jiao Yuan and Xiaoyouzi go to bed at half past nine. Zheng Tan can't return too late.

Knowing that Zheng Tan went out to play every night, Jiao Ma didn't close the door, but just concealed it. When Zheng Tan went back, he only had to push the door, and he didn't have to unlock it himself, which saved a lot of trouble.

After returning home, Zheng Tan took a bath with the warm water prepared by Jiao's mother, squatted on the stool and asked Jiao's mother to help dry his hair, and then went to the room to sleep.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, the gift shop outside the school gate was about to close. The owner of the gift shop followed the usual rules and went to the upstairs warehouse before closing to see if there were any valuables.

When the owner of the gift shop came to the storage warehouse on the second floor of his house, he saw a hundred yuan on the ground with his sharp eyes, and looked around, but he didn't hear any clerk saying that the money was lost. After thinking about it, he squatted down and quickly picked up the money and put it in his pocket, without asking the person who moved the goods and the clerk if they lost any money. Randomly glanced at the shelves in the warehouse to see if there were any missing large and valuable things. The owner of other gadgets didn't pay special attention.

Seeing that there were many valuables, the owner of the gift shop hummed a little tune and left. He was very happy that he picked up a hundred yuan for nothing today.

But the boss didn't know that his warehouse had already been patronized by a black cat many times, and a few dolls were taken away in batches. It's just comfort money from the cat.

At around four o'clock in the morning the next day, the tattooed man came home reeking of alcohol.

He is not a careful person, and he will not find some subtleties in the house, let alone the difference between the house and the usual one.

Yawning, the tattooed man kicked off his shoes, lay down on the bed, and habitually took out the 800 yuan under the pillow and counted it. This is the accumulation of the "protection fees" he collected from the students who set up street stalls last time, and he deliberately kept the relatively new 800 yuan under the mattress to count every day.

It's just a little bit of a habit of his to make a lot of hair.

It was exactly as Zheng Tan expected, this tattooed man likes counting money to sleep.

Eight hundred yuan, not eight thousand yuan, can be counted in two strokes.

One hundred less?

The tattooed man frowns.

I licked my fingers and counted again, slowly and carefully, counting one by one.

Still seven hundred yuan.

its not right!

The tattooed man casually spit on the ground in agitation.

When I went out tonight, it seemed that I didn't get the money from here.

Hired a thief?

Who dares to come here to steal things? Looking for death? The tattooed man thinks himself the overlord of this generation. Besides, if there is a thief, it is not enough to only take a hundred yuan.

The tattooed man was puzzled, and recalled from the beginning what he did before going out today, but he still had no memory of taking money.

Scratching his head, the tattooed man lay down and turned over to continue his memories, but when he turned over, he found a toy cat doll covered in "blood" next to him.

"I'm stupid!"

The tattooed man stood up and jumped up in fright. It wasn't that he made a fuss, but that the clubhouse was not peaceful recently. A few days ago, a spectator in the clubhouse had his hand chopped off, and several people were injured. It was serious. At that time The bloody scene stimulated him, this is not a cat, but a human, a real person! So now he couldn't help getting goosebumps when he saw this red blood-like thing. Recently, the clubhouse didn't order sweet and sour pork.

After taking a few quick breaths, the tattooed man looked around, and then his eyes stayed on the wooden wardrobe.

That red mark... what is it painted on?