Demon Sage

Sauce-drizzled steak, dark plum pudding, greasy wheat bread and lemonade, it’s dinner, Sherlock’s treat.

There is only one steak, Donald eats the big chunks, Sherlock digs the pudding with a spoon, and occasionally drinks a sip of lemonade.

“Aren’t you going to be hungry if you only eat pudding?”

Both of them didn’t eat lunch, running back and forth and thinking constantly, Donald used his abilities several times. , both mental and physical will inevitably enter a state of exhaustion, this sumptuous free dinner is simply provide timely help.

“This pudding might be hungrier than your steak, I like sweets… pegasus is about to get dark, and if we can’t find any clues later, then let’s go back and talk to me. After Mr. Abel finishes speaking, you will get off work, and there is nothing to do today.”

Sherlock replied perfunctorily, his attention was obviously distracted, and the spoon kept picking up the pudding and sending it to his mouth, His eyes kept looking at the surrounding situation.

“Is this commission just abandoned?”

15 gold pounds, you can get 2 gold pounds even if you divide it less? Counting the 1 gold pound unexpectedly obtained by the rat catcher’s family, Sherlock had no plans to share it, so there was 3 gold pounds, and the average salary of the working class was only so much a month.

Unfortunately, this commission came to this because of the disappearance of the mousetrap…

Thinking was interrupted, Donald’s eyes were stagnant outside the restaurant window, and the street lights had just turned on Before long, little black mosquitoes flew around it.

Under the street light, a big white cat is wandering beside the trash can outside the restaurant, where there are some bone broths thrown away by others, it seems to be thinking about whether to eat it or not, and occasionally glances at the restaurant scene inside.

In the end, it didn’t take a bite of the food that fell on the ground, but just lay on the mailbox beside the street lamp and licked its own flesh.

“What are you doing? This is my dessert… The cutlery can’t be taken out.”

Sherlock, who was in a daze, saw Donald from himself He dug a large spoonful of pudding into his dinner plate, took the lemonade in his hand, and walked out with half of the steak.

Sayed to the guy next to me who was trying to stop him, got up and chased Donald who had already gone out. When Sherlock opened the restaurant door, he saw Donald crouching beside the mailbox, pinching his fingers to cut. The steak was handed to the cat in small pieces.

The white cat sat on top of the letterbox and looked at the human in front of him, probably judging his thoughts. Donald took the initiative to squat down in order to show his goodwill. The pale-yellow rays of light of the street lamp were like a Layers of light sarongs are placed on a man and a cat.

“This guy…he’s quite caring.”

Sherlock leaned against the window, his irritable mood improved for no reason, and his eyes were full of is a smile.

The white cat circled around the letterbox, sat down again, poked its mouth forward, retracted again, and stared at the human in front of him, and so on, Donald’s hand was always up , keep a safe distance.

Meow~

With a light call, the white cat finally opened its mouth and bit away the meat in Donald’s hand, which means recognition, one has two, and soon there will be leftovers on the plate. The next piece of meat and a few spoonfuls of pudding all went into the white cat’s belly, and Donald sucked his fingers covered in sauce and sweet sauce clean in his mouth.

Then he took a sip of lemonade under the gaze of the white cat, poured some into his hand, and stretched it out in front of it. The latter accepted it readily, and drank half a glass of lemonade just like that.

If there is data to show, at this moment, the white cat’s head should have favorability +1, +1, +1…

After eating and drinking, the next step is That’s right, Donald didn’t forget what happened on the rooftop yesterday. The white cat in front of him was definitely chasing and killing the mutant mouse.

And the mutant mouse is very likely to be related to the rat catcher, this is a chance!

“I’m trying to catch the mutant mouse now…that’s the big one, it ran away from you on the roof yesterday afternoon, can you still find it now? ?”

While talking and gesturing, Donald could only hope that the white cat would understand what he meant.

“Haha, you actually asked a cat to help you catch the rat-catcher. You don’t have telepathy between them because they both catch mice?”

Sherlock only had a rough idea of what happened to Donald on his rooftop yesterday, and Donald’s seriousness seemed a little funny to him.

Meow~

Watching Donald’s gestures for nearly five minutes, the white cat turned and jumped off the mailbox, swaying to the nearby street, Donald put something on the mailbox Let go, chased up without the slightest hesitation.

“Do you really believe it will take you to find mutant mice?”

It is absurd to feed the cat some food and then ask it to help find criminals .

It doesn’t look like a strange creature that can understand human speech.

“It’s not an ordinary cat. I’ve seen it face the mutant mice and a small group of mice without flinching, and even beat them all back. I think it should have some ability. Besides, it’s only seven o’clock in the evening, so what’s the harm in following it for an hour, even if we get nothing, we will treat it as a digestion after a meal.”

This is a dead horse as a living horse doctor, try it , it is better than running away and telling people that the commission failed. How much is a psychological comfort?

In fact, Donald’s footsteps stepped forward, and Sherlock’s subconsciously followed along.

The white cat just stopped and walked in front, and the two people behind kept a distance and looked at the surrounding situation.

One street after another, one corner after another, the time passed half an hour in the tail line of the two of them.

The surrounding buildings have unconsciously changed from a lively neighborhood to a staggered environment of warehouses and residential buildings. There are fewer shops and passersby on the street, and more workers in uniform are walking around.

“We have arrived at the storage area of Preston City. We will go out of the city after walking in this direction for more than half an hour. It should be…farm gathering area.”

Sherlock was born and bred in Preston City. He was very familiar with the layout of the city here. He glanced at the signs on the side of the road and quickly guessed their current location.

The storage area is a large material distribution center in Preston City. Grocery stores, vegetable stalls, and fruit shops in the city usually come here to stock up. It should be lively during the day and a bit deserted at night.

“What’s in these warehouses?”

The weather for the past two days has been pretty good, the moon is bright and the stars are bright, and the large warehouses in the distance are particularly eye-catching.

“It should be all kinds of crops and daily necessities, I’m not quite clear… What about the cat?”

Did the two stop in their tracks? After a long time, after a simple communication, the white cat disappeared without a trace.

Meow~

A sharp cat meow sounded from the front left, and quickly followed, and walked around a square, next to a warehouse not far away, the white cat was holding a A fat rat with some pale red meat scraps nearby.

“Is that a mutant mouse? It is indeed a bit big, but it seems to be worse than what you said, right?”

Sherlock looked at the white cat’s paws with surprise said the mouse.

“What are you thinking, it’s just an ordinary one, and the mutation is on it!”

On the right window sill of the warehouse, a pair of scarlet eyes were staring at Bai Bai. cat.