Cutlets drizzled with sauce, black plum pudding, greasy wheat bread and lemonade, it's dinner, Sherlock is a treat.

There was only one portion of the steak, which Donald ate in large chunks, while Sherlock scooped up the pudding with a spoon and ate it with the occasional sip of lemonade.

"Won't you be hungry if you only eat pudding?"

Neither of them had lunch, and after running back and forth and constantly thinking, Donald used his abilities several times one after another, and both mentally and physically inevitably entered a state of exhaustion, and this sumptuous free dinner was simply a relief in disguise.

"This pudding might be hungrier than your steak, I love sweets...... It's going to get dark soon, and if we can't find any clues later, then let's go back and talk to Mr. Able, and you'll get off work, and there's nothing going on for the day anyway. ”

Sherlock replied perfunctorily, his attention visibly distracted, the spoon kept grabbing the pudding into his mouth, but his eyes kept looking at his surroundings.

"This commission was just abandoned?"

15 gold pounds, you can get 2 gold pounds if you share it, right? Counting the 1 gold pound that the rat catcher's family accidentally gets, Sherlock has no intention of sharing, which is 3 gold pounds, and the average salaried person earns so much in a month.

Unfortunately, this commission ended here because of the disappearance of the rat catcher......

Interrupted by his thoughts, Donald's gaze froze outside the window of the restaurant, where the street lamp had just turned on and small black mosquitoes flew around it.

Under the lamp, a large white cat was hovering over the trash can outside the restaurant, with some bone broth discarded by others, and it seemed to be thinking about whether to eat it, occasionally glancing at the restaurant.

In the end, it didn't eat a bite of the food that had fallen on the ground, just lying on the mailbox next to the street lamp and licking its flesh.

"What are you doing? This is my dessert...... You can't take out the cutlery. ”

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

He said to the guy who wanted to come up next to him, got up and chased Donald who had already gone out, and when Sherlock opened the door of the restaurant, he saw Donald crouching next to the mailbox, his fingers pinching the chop cut into small pieces and handing it to the cat.

The white cat sat on the top of the mailbox 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 kindness, and the pale yellow light of the street lamp was like a light sarong on the body of a man and a cat.

"This guy...... It's quite loving. ”

Sherlock leaned against the edge of the window, his irritable mood getting better for no reason, and his eyes were full of smiles.

The white cat spun around the mailbox, sat down again, poked its mouth forward, and then retracted, staring at the humans in front of him, and so on, Donald's hand kept holding a safe distance.

Meow~

With a soft call, the white cat finally opened its mouth and bit away the meat in Donald's hand, which means recognition, there are one and two, and after a while, the remaining pieces of meat on the plate plus a few spoonfuls of pudding all entered the white cat's stomach, and Donald sucked his fingers stained with sauce and sweet sauce in his mouth.

Then he took a sip of lemonade under the watchful eye of the white cat, poured some into his hand, and stretched it out in front of it, which gladly accepted and drank a small half glass of lemonade.

If there is data to show that, at this moment the white cat should have a favorability of +1, +1, +1......

After eating and drinking, the next thing is business, Donald has not forgotten what happened on the rooftop yesterday, the white cat in front of him was definitely chasing the mutant mouse at that time.

And the mutant rat is very likely to have something to do with the rat catcher, this is an opportunity!

"I want to catch the mutant rat right now..... It's the big one, it ran off under you on the roof yesterday afternoon, can you still find it?"

As he spoke, 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 man, you wouldn't have telepathy with each other because both of them catch mice, right?"

Sherlock only knew a rough idea of what Donald had encountered on his rooftop yesterday, and Donald's sinister appearance seemed amusing to him.

Meow~

After watching Donald gesture for nearly five minutes, the white cat turned around and jumped out of the mailbox and staggered towards 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 the mutant rats?"

Feeding the cat some food and trying to ask it to help find the culprit is also ridiculous.

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

"It's not an ordinary cat, I've seen it with my own eyes in the face of mutant rats and a small swarm of rats without flinching, and repelling them all, I think it should have some ability, and besides, it's only seven o'clock in the evening, so what's the matter with it for an hour, even if we don't get anything, it's just to eat after eating." ”

This is a dead horse as a live horse doctor, try it, it's better than running away and telling people that the commission failed, how much is it a psychological comfort?

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

The white cat just walked and stopped in front of him, and the two people who followed behind kept their distance, looking left and right around them.

Street after street, corner after corner, and half an hour passed in the tail line of the two of them.

The surrounding buildings have unconsciously changed from a lively neighborhood to an environment of warehouses and houses, and there are fewer shops and passers-by on the streets, and more workers in uniform walking around.

"We're in the storage area of Preston City, and we'll be out of town for more than half an hour in this direction, and further afield...... Farm gathering area. ”

Sherlock, a native of Pston, was familiar with the layout of the city, and looked at the signs on the side of the road and quickly deduced their current location.

The storage area is a large material distribution center in Pston City, and the grocery stores, vegetable stalls, and fruit stores in the city generally come here to buy goods, which should be more lively during the day and a little deserted at night.

"What's in these warehouses?"

The weather was not bad on both days, the moon was bright and the stars were shining, and several large warehouses in the distance were particularly eye-catching.

"I guess it's all kinds of crops and daily necessities, I don't know...... What about the cat?"

The footsteps of the two stopped for a long time, and after a simple communication, they didn't think that the white cat was gone.

Meow~

A sharp cat meow sounded in front of him, and he hurried to follow, bypassing a square, not far away warehouse, where the white cat was holding a fat mouse, and there were some reddish meat scraps nearby.

"That's a mutant mouse, it's a bit big, but it seems to be a little worse than you said, right?"

Sherlock said with some surprise as he looked at the mouse under the white cat's paws.

"What do you think, it's an ordinary, mutated one on it!"

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