Steak topped with sauce, dark plum pudding, greasy wheat bread and lemonade, this is dinner, Sherlock treats.

There was only one serving of steak, Donald ate it in chunks, and Sherlock dipped into the pudding with a spoon, and occasionally drank a sip of lemonade.

"Aren't you going to be hungry if you only eat pudding?"

Neither of them had lunch, running back and forth and thinking non-stop, Donald used his abilities several times one after another, both mentally and physically, he inevitably entered a state of exhaustion. This sumptuous free dinner was a blessing in disguise.

"This pudding might be hungrier than your steak, I like sweets... It's going to get dark soon, and if we can't find any clues later, then let's go back and finish with Mr. Abel, you Just get off work, there is nothing to do today anyway."

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

"Is this commission just given up?"

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...

His thoughts were interrupted, and Donald's eyes were stagnant outside the restaurant window. The street light had just turned on, and small black mosquitoes were flying around it.

Under the street light, a big white cat was wandering beside the trash can outside the restaurant. There were some bone and meat soup thrown away by others. It seemed to be thinking about whether to eat it or not, and occasionally glanced at the scene in the restaurant.

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

"What are you doing? This is my dessert... tableware can't be brought out."

Sherlock, who was in a daze, saw Donald dig a large spoon of pudding from his dinner plate, then took the lemonade in his hand, and walked out with half of the steak.

He said to the guy next to him 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 squatting beside the letterbox, holding the chopped steak with his fingers and handing it to him. that cat.

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 light yellow light of the street lamp was like a light veil on the body of one person and one cat.

"This guy... he's quite caring."

Sherlock leaned against the window, his irritable mood improved for no reason, his eyes were full of smiles.

The white cat circled around the letterbox, sat down again, poked his mouth forward, then retracted, his eyes fixed on the human in front, and so on and so forth, Donald's hand was always raised, keeping a safe distance.

Meow~

With a soft call, the white cat finally opened his mouth and bit the meat in Donald's hand, which means that there are two pieces of meat in Donald's hand. Belly, Donald sucked his fingers covered in sauce and sweet sauce clean in his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, he took a sip of lemonade under the gaze of the white cat, and then 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 thing is business. 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 want to catch the mutant mouse now...the one with such a big size. It ran away from your hands on the roof yesterday afternoon. Can you still find it now?"

As he spoke and gestured, 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 people. You wouldn't have telepathy between them because they both catch mice?"

Sherlock only had a rough idea of ​​what Donald encountered on his rooftop yesterday, and Donald's serious look was a little funny to him.

Meow~

Watching Donald gesturing for nearly five minutes, the white cat turned and jumped out of the mailbox, swaying to the nearby street, Donald put his things on the mailbox and chased after him without hesitation.

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

It's absurd to feed the cat some food and just want it to help find criminals.

It doesn't look like the kind of 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 repelled them all. I think it should have some skills, and it's only seven o'clock in the evening. , what's the harm if we just follow it for an hour, even if we get nothing, we just treat it as a snack after a meal."

This is a dead horse being used as a living horse doctor. Trying it out is better than running away and telling people that the entrustment failed. How much is a psychological comfort?

In fact, as Donald stepped forward, Sherlock subconsciously followed.

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, UU reading www.uukanshu. com time passed half an hour in the tail line of the two of them.

The surrounding buildings have changed from a lively block to an environment where warehouses and residential buildings are intertwined. 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, and it should be... the farm gathering area."

Sherlock was a native of 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-scale material distribution center in Preston City. Grocery stores, vegetable stalls, and fruit shops in the city usually come here to purchase goods. 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 is not bad, 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 sure... What about the cat?"

The two stopped their footsteps for a short while. They simply communicated a few words, but the white cat disappeared without a trace.

Meow~

A shrill cat meow sounded from the front left, hurriedly followed, and went around a square, not far from the warehouse, the white cat was holding a fat mouse, and there were some reddish meat residues 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 mouse under the white cat's paws in surprise and said.

"What are you thinking, it's just ordinary, with mutations on it!"

On the windowsill on the right side of the warehouse, a pair of scarlet eyes were staring at the white cat.