In the afternoon, Catwoman and I went to the stadium in the north of the city. Catwoman said that there was a stray cat shelter here, which was originally an abandoned house, and later a kind old woman arranged a lot of nests suitable for kittens to live in, and sometimes came to feed the cats some food, so gradually the cats in this city often came here to live, especially in the winter when hunger and cold were exhausted.

"We're here to find out a little bit about why the cat on Temple Street suddenly disappeared," Catwoman said, pointing to the dilapidated, snow-covered house in front of her.

I heard the entrance of the alley, it seems that no one has been here for a long time, so the snow in the alley is very deep, and it is not easy for normal cars to drive in, only a narrow road, barely enough for two people to run in parallel, is not known who clears out.

We walked along the path hand in hand as we had last time, and about one hundred and twenty paces I saw the gate of the house that Catwoman was pointing to. It was an old iron door, and the brown rust was clinging to the iron door like psoriasis, and the iron door seemed to have long been used to it, and it had lost its proper function when it was parked at the door diagonally. I pulled the deadbolt and walked in with Catwoman.

Sure enough, as Catwoman said, the snow here was covered with cat footprints, and there were three or four cats staring at us in front of the concrete-walled door, and a hole was made under the door that was large enough for a big cat to enter and exit, and it was blocked by wooden planks. Catwoman took the dried fish out of her pocket and tiptoed over to greet the cat, I couldn't understand what they were saying, it was all "meow" sounds, but if you listen carefully, the tones and syllables are different.

I walked to the stone bench in the center of the courtyard to the east, and there was a big yellow cat squatting next to the stone table. Seeing me sit down and meow to me, I replied hello, and the cat didn't look at me, closed his eyes, and continued to crawl on the stone table, while I lit a cigarette and waited quietly for Catwoman to talk to the cat.

During the conversation, Catwoman was smiling at first, then frowning, and it turned out that she was just expressionless when talking to people. A cigarette burned out, and I looked up at the sky that had been cleaned by the wind and snow, and unlike the sky in the capital, which was always filled with the dark ash of industrial production, the smell of gasoline in a hurry, and the urgency of resting without a moment, there was only the tranquility and cold north wind. Like an old cat, I close my eyes and let the sun shine on my eyelids. The tiredness of a hangover fades in an instant like ink thrown into spring water.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw Catwoman staring straight at me with the tip of my nose close to me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's so strange," Catwoman didn't know when she had taken off her sunglasses, her watery eyes and pupils were slightly blue. I didn't know what to say, and looked at her in the same way.

"I mean, you're such a strange person, you must think my eyes are weird, right? Actually, it's nothing, my grandmother is Russian," Catwoman said and looked at me, hoping to hear me explain the same.

"I'm Chinese," I replied.

"Well, the cat just said that there was a terrible creature in Temple Street, which came out of the ground, and specifically preyed on the cats that were wandering there in the mouth, which was extremely scary, so the cats there fled elsewhere, if the cigarette butts did not escape, I am afraid that it would be more than lucky, and then I described the appearance of cigarette butts with a few cats who ran here from Temple Street, and they all said that they had not seen it," Catwoman paused, looked at me and said, "Hey, do you know that old cat?" I shook my head.

"The old cat said that it knew you and could understand what you said, and that you were different from before, as if there was a missing part in your body, 'that part is related to Temple Street in some places,'" the old cat said," Catwoman sighed, "What do you remember?" I shook my head the same and turned my head to look at the old cat, completely unimpressed, not at all, as clean as a pale blue sky.

"Well," Catwoman nodded.

"So where are we going next?" I asked.

"I need to go somewhere by myself," Catwoman said, donning her sunglasses.

"Then I'll drive you."

"No," Catwoman turned and walked out of the yard, and I followed, but she didn't take my hand, alone, with her hands in the pockets of her dark green coat.

We walked up to the car, and she motioned for me to get in the car first, and she wanted to see me go before she chose which way to go. I didn't ask anything, turned around and got in the car and drove out of here. Wandering around the city, it's 3:23 p.m., which is more than enough time, and there is almost nothing to do. I don't know where I'm going, and I don't know where Catwoman has gone. If you think about it, it seems that Catwoman has been telling me where to go for the past two days, and once I am alone, I can't find my destination in the daytime sun. I don't know how long the car has been driving, and when I came back to my senses, I didn't know where I was. I'm lost.