A woman in her mid-thirties stood downstairs with her hair tied to the right and a lady's hairstyle.

She held a disinfectant spray bottle in her hand and kept spraying the road, and the small spout made a strange sound.

Puff puff puff.

The proprietress of the convenience store was doing disinfection work at the door, and when she turned to look up, she happened to see Kemeng leaning against the window on the second floor.

"Gram always got up so early." The lady smiled softly.

On the horizon, the sun leaps out of the thick clouds, the sunlight penetrates the thin clouds, and the sky becomes extraordinarily pure.

The city forged by a forest of steel is illuminated by a golden morning light, and the light spreads from the distant streets all the way to the back.

The wife's shadow was clearly reflected, and several tentacles stretched out on the ground.

Cumon blinked, and the lady still stood there gently, smiling at him, and there was no change in her shadow.

It should be that he was dazzled.

At this time, a petite girl burst out, wearing a loose T-shirt with a small octopus pattern, and when she shook her head, the ponytail behind her also swayed.

She shook her little hands with a smile, her eyes under her bangs were pure and bright, and she wore a mask and called out in a muffled voice: "Good morning, Amungo!" ”

"Morning." Kemeng leaned against the window and said, "I woke up early today, do you have any fish here?" ”

"Yes, if you want to eat, I'll give it to you, and I won't charge any money." The proprietress smiled.

Kemon is her landlord, and it is not difficult to send two packs of dried fish.

"Don't be so polite, I'll just buy a pack and try it."

Kemeng was about to go downstairs, but the daughter of the convenience store proprietress took the initiative to ask: "Brother Amun, I'll give it to you." ”

"Thank you." When Kemon heard someone bring it, he didn't go down.

The sun shone on the girl's face, and she smiled even more happily, but the mask obscured her smile.

"Pancakes, fruit and soy milk, too." Kemon saw the small cart that had just been launched downstairs, with soy milk, fried dough sticks, and pancakes and fruits on it.

"Good!"

The girl hurriedly packed the soy milk and fritters.

Kemeng transferred money directly to the other party on WeChat, and then waited for the other party to put breakfast and dried fish at the door.

He is the landlord of this building, and he has two four-storey properties under his name, the third and fourth floors are rented out, the first floor is rented to someone else as a shop, and the other property is on the side of his hometown.

Even if he doesn't look for a job, his small life is very nourishing.

Kemon lived on the second floor, and after a while there was a knock in the door.

Chen Momo's lively voice sounded outside the door: "Open the door!" ”

Kemon opened the door wearing a mask, and saw the girl holding a small bag, looking behind Kemon, and there was nothing.

"See what?" Kemon wondered.

"Didn't see anything."

The girl shook her head, and the ponytail behind her swayed with it.

Kemeng saw Chen Momo's new hair ornament, which was a hairpin clamped in his hair, which looked like a red Q version of a small octopus.

"A new hair accessory?" Kemon pointed to the Q version of the hair ornament on the girl's head.

"yes, is it cute?" Chen Momo stared at Kemeng, showing off to him with joy on his face.

"Well, it's cute." Kemon commented.

The girl went happily and trotted downstairs with joy.

Back in the bedroom, the big-faced cat was still squatting in the cat basin, not changing its body orientation, and its face was still staring at the camera.

There are two bags of small dried fish, pancake fruit and soy milk in the small bag.

Kemeng squatted down, tore open the bag of small dried fish, took out a piece of small dried fish, and handed it to the mouth of the big-faced cat.

I heard that cats eat meat, milk, bread and other things in addition to cat food.

Kemeng has never had a cat, but he thinks that this big-faced cat is different from ordinary cats, this thing can survive by eating a small piece of dried fish a day, and there may be a mysterious power to maintain the supply and demand of body energy, and the small dried fish is only a superficial demand.

The dried fish was handed to his mouth, and the mouth of the big-faced cat did not move.

Dig a little deeper, poke the head of the small dried fish into the cat's mouth, the resistance is very light, and it is easy to insert it into the cat's mouth.

At this point, the big-faced cat still fixed its expression and did not react at all.

"It's not going to die, is it?"

Kemon tried to push the small dried fish a little deeper, and the small dried fish seemed to enter the change hole of the vending machine, and then disappeared.

Kemeng blinked, he didn't see how the other party ate it just now, so he fed another small dried fish.

As soon as half of the fish's tail entered his mouth, Kemeng immediately took out the fish's tail, and only the tail part of the small dried fish remained, and the fish head and fish that were stuffed into the mouth disappeared without a trace.

"it!"

Kemon didn't expect the process of feeding the cat to be so terrifying.

Where is this eating, it even omits the process of eating, the mouth is like the money hole of a coin machine, and the small dried fish disappears when it is put into the mouth.

He took half a step back, stared at the big-faced cat for half a minute, and saw that it was still so stupid, with a fixed expression and no malicious tendencies.

Maybe you misunderstood it?

Kemon turned back to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks, used the chopsticks to pick up the remaining half of the fishtail, stuffed it into its mouth, and dragged the chopsticks out of its mouth.

The small dried fish is gone, and the wooden chopsticks are intact.

According to the strange feeding knowledge instilled in Kemon by the big-faced cat, it does not need to poop or pee, and one piece of small dried fish is enough every day.

Usually, the people of Maoyan Village also fed it in this way, and there was no malnutrition or collapse of the body.

Kemon set aside the bag of dried fish and looked at the video recorded by the camera frame by frame to analyze the feeding process.

In the shot, the middle part of the dried fish into the mouth is just covered by a black shadow, and the small dried fish disappears when it enters that section, but the wooden chopsticks do not disappear.

Kemon opened the small notebook and wrote it down with a pen:

"When feeding, the dried fish disappeared, but the wooden chopsticks were still there. Does this mean that big-faced cats don't eat wooden objects? ”

"The expression is fixed because it stops thinking."

"When there is something strange around you, looking into its eyes for fifteen seconds can increase the knowledge of the strange, which is the point, to circle it."

"The safety of the big-faced cat is temporarily listed as suspected safety."

This is his little habit of remembering, whenever he becomes interested in something, he will habitually analyze it and record it.

Kemon flipped the notebook forward, and he could see the various analysis records he had done before.

For example:

"Is it possible to use a mobile phone battery to start a fire in the wild? Feasible! A haystack was set on fire, and finally a fire extinguisher was used to extinguish the fire safely. ”

Is the "quantum fluctuation reading method" spread on the Internet true? Fake! After turning over the old for a long time, I didn't remember a word. ”

"Is the pen fairy game real? Fake! Manipulation! ”

There was a series of analysis logs, most of which were uninteresting, and he felt that this record could be classified as a reward for human confusion.

As time passed quietly, he remembered something.

This cat is from another world, will it carry something like germs from another world?

But it's useless to think about it now, the big-faced cat has been in the house since the moment he woke up, no matter how much you prevent it, if there are germs, it must have been drilled into his body.

Kemon decided to isolate at home for a while.

Recently, due to the pneumonia epidemic, home isolation is quite normal.

But in his city, work has begun to begin and people are able to wear masks to work on the streets or eat something.

The mother and daughter also wore masks when they worked downstairs, and the measures that should be done have been put in place, hoping that they will have nothing to do.

Thinking about it, Kemeng added one more record in the small notebook:

"Big-faced cats may carry germs from another world and are temporarily isolated at home for a period of time."

Then he remembered the girl downstairs and her mother, and added a memo to the small notebook: "Pay attention to the health of the tenants downstairs." ”

What is the method of attention? Of course, it is to use QQ to ask if there are any signs of discomfort.

But it's too early now, so I'll ask again in the evening, and then once a day.

Kemon patted the stupid cat on the head with a paper roll, "Can you talk?" ”