"Of course it's not lost, detective, you can't be suspicious of others for nothing. But that damn cat..."
The man inside the door gritted his teeth and said, as if the cat had eaten all his belongings, his expression was distorted:
"Get that cat away now, I will never help take care of any orange cats again."
"Okay, where's the cat?"
Shade asked. He didn't like cats very much, but for the generous commission fee, he wouldn't object even if he walked through the streets with a cat in his arms.
"On the roof."
The man pointed upward, his expression of gritted teeth became even more intense:
"Since the detective came to foster the cat, this cat has not been allowed to be touched easily by anyone. It has scratched my wife and Miss Cindy at least twice. It refuses to eat cheap cat food and keeps bullying other pets here.
I have been running this place for so many years, and I have never seen such an aggressive half-year-old kitten... At this time, it must be basking in the sun! Get it away quickly, I can't stand it anymore."
Shade pretended not to hear the man's complaint, stepped back from the door slightly, and then looked up at the three-story building:
"How do you want me to climb to the top of the building?"
"In the yard of this house, there is an escalator that can climb from the first floor to the roof. I won't go there. I never want to see that cat again!"
Of course, Shade didn't want to climb so high. He took safety issues very seriously. Just as he was trying to convince the big-nosed middle-aged man, the latter directly handed him a 1-shilling note:
"Detective Hamilton gave me a shilling and tenpence to take care of it for two months. Now I'll give you the shilling back. Get it away! Never let that cat appear in this lane again!"
The sound was almost hysterical, so that the children chasing and playing in the street and the woman leaning out to hang clothes in the building opposite looked over.
It's really hard to imagine how much psychological damage that orange cat caused to him.
Following the middle-aged man through the house, he came to the backyard filled with empty pet cages. The middle-aged man was holding on to the long metal ladder, and Shade carefully used it to climb up to the roof.
The roof is filled with all kinds of garbage and debris. I don’t know how these things were transported up when they can only be climbed up by ladders. In the southeast corner of the roof, the only piece of ground that is considered clean is
Shade saw the cat lying lazily on the metal bar facing the summer morning sun.
It was indeed a young-looking kitten. Its body was as soft as a puddle of water lying on a pipe. Its body was not big, and it could even be said to be a little thin. The color of its fur seemed to fade through the mist.
Glowing slightly in the sun is a sign of health.
However, instead of saying this was an orange cat, it was more like a white cat wrapped in a warm orange blanket. Only when the cat stood up did Shade realize that the layer of even dazzling orange was really cat hair.
Color.
The cat was standing on a metal pipe that had been discarded on the roof of the building. One end of the pipe was resting on a broken sofa cushion, making the cat's position slightly higher than other surrounding objects.
It stood up and turned its back to the morning sun. Its amber eyes looked at Shade, sizing up the stranger warily. Shade had no experience in dealing with such animals, and because of the words of the middle-aged man with a big nose,
I was a little worried that this orange cat would pounce on me.
But this orange cat, named "Mia" like its owner, doesn't look very fierce. It is observing Shade, and Shade also knows that he is being observed, so he tries to be friendly, constantly reminding himself that this cat
Cat value:
"I will take you to meet your master, Miss Mia Sangod."
He found a place to stay among the rubbish, squatted down slightly and clapped his hands, with a deliberate smile on his face. As expected, the cat didn't respond to this suspicious look.
"Miss Mia Gold."
Just now it was the most standard "human lingua franca of the Northern Kingdom", which is Drarian. This time it was a sentence with some Tobesk local accent. This is the skill Shade has learned in the past two days:
"I will take you to your master, Miss Mia Gold."
The orange cat's small ears twitched, and he raised his right front paw to lick it, then put it down and continued to look at Shade with bright eyes.
Shade pursed his lips, looked around, made sure there was no taller building nearby, and then stretched out the index finger of his right hand:
"look."
The silver light lit up on the index finger, and the orange cat's amber eyes immediately widened. It opened its mouth slightly, stood on the rusty metal pipe, and stretched its head slightly to look at the light with a trembling beard:
"Miss Mia Gold."
Shade continued, then slowly approached the orange cat. He slowly stretched out his left hand, suppressed his worry about the "wild animal", and gently picked it up with one hand.
Orange cats are not heavy, at least not yet.
The cat still tilted its head and looked at Shade's right hand fingers, but after the light of the fingers went out, it did not escape from Shade's arms. It leaned back against Shade's chest and waved its two fingers with appropriate strength.
A small paw was picking at Shade's glowing fingers just now, and seemed to be very interested in the "new toy".
"very good."
The detective breathed a long sigh of relief and stood up to leave. The young orange cat Mia only squirmed uneasily but did not struggle excessively.
"I'm not fierce at all, I'm even very well-behaved. It seems that I am also a person who can make other animals feel good about me."
Shade thought happily, and then he saw something lying under the pipe where the orange cat was lying just now. So he held the cat in one hand, bent down and picked up the thing with his right hand, and then saw that it was a box of some
Old Rhodes brand.
When using Rhodes cards, you must collect a full set of 54 cards before they can be used. If there are special cards, they can be replaced according to the suit and card number, because the pattern on the back of all Rhodes cards is the same.
The box of Rhodes cards in front of him was not a special one. It was similar to the one used by the three men that Shade saw in the tavern. The patterns on the cards were extremely simple, and you could buy a box for tens of pennies.
Seeing that it was not an important thing, he put it into his pocket. Then he held the cat in one hand and carefully climbed back to the yard along the ladder.
When the middle-aged man with a big nose saw that Sha De was really going to take the cat away, he almost cried in front of Sha De.
After leaving Purple Iris Lane, Shade did not walk around with other people's cats, but went straight to Miss Gothe's house. During this period, in addition to the orange cat Mia making a "purring" sound at the beginning,
He just kept picking at Shade's sleeves and chest with his claws, but made no attempt to escape from his arms.
Since Ms. Gold is willing to pay such a high price to find her own cat, she must not be poor. She lives in Sandro Street, a quiet residential neighborhood in the south of the city. Every household here has its own small garden.
, the fence gates are marked with their respective name tags.
