"You'd better not go out again lately. The emergency treatment is very good, and your self-healing ability is better than the average person, but no one can guarantee that your ribs will not get stuck in your internal organs. The balding man, dressed more like a butcher than a doctor, with a goatee, washed his hands vigorously in the basin of water, and his voice was almost as loud as the sound of water. Without the need to activate the dark vision of the nezumi talent, Jerry could also see the disgusted expression on the other person's face, as if he had just touched something extremely filthy in a certain boat. But given that he was one of the very few healers in the city who could diagnose in the dark, the nezumi didn't say anything.

"I swear if you let me touch that filthy brute again, I'll... Well, it's okay for the price, but there's no next time. The whispered conversation through the door did not escape his ears either, and he had heard this rhetoric from the mouth of the doctor no less than three times, and it was nothing more than an excuse for raising prices. And the reason why he has not been done with such repeated price increases may be that he is one of the few black doctors in this industry who really has the ability to save people instead of killing them, and he is also one of the very few neutrals who never sell patient information, and the latter may account for more important proportions of the two.

"Squeak!" the unlubricated doorway let out an extremely piercing scream when opened, a scream that was nothing short of torture for the nezumi. Jerry was pretty sure that the person who opened the door knew this, but he was happy to repeat the action, even exiting to re-enter if the doorway wasn't loud enough, trying to warn the nezumi of their place here in this disgusting way.

"You missed. A low, muddy voice that was so indistinguishable from inside the grotesque mask that it was impossible to hear the tone or the popularity. It is impossible to speculate whether this sentence is a rebuke or a statement of fact.

"I dealt with three targets, and I didn't miss out. Jerry leaned against the cold wall, which helped him relieve the burning pain in his body. Pain comes not only from the wound, but also from the medicine, although the medicine provided by the black doctor is effective, but often the pain and sequelae are not inferior to the wound itself treated. But for people with short careers, the speed at which it works is more important.

"It's better not to do a half-cut task. The rest of the living mouth will only make the successors of the people you kill know how to take precautions, and they will be very careful. The Masked Man refuted Jerry's defense, but that was the end of it.

"You're lucky that your employer is happy with your performance, though, and even though you didn't address all your goals, they're still willing to pay them all. The man said, tossing a money bag in front of Jerry, but the bag was unusually light, "I've deducted the cost of treatment and brokerage fees, and the rest of the money is probably enough for you to eat something better than garbage." As a mouse, you should be grateful. ”

"Ding!" the throwing knife was steadily inserted into the door frame, only two palms away from the masked man's face. Jerry kept throwing his knives in a posture, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. Only he knew whether his knife was deliberately thrown off the rails or a simple mistake under the effects of drugs that caused severe pain to his body. But either way, the masked man doesn't care, there are many people who want his life.

"Well, you'd better cherish these tools, because if you keep doing this, you'll soon be killing with your claws and teeth. After the other party finished speaking, he closed the door with the scream of the doorway.

Breathing, rapidity in the dark, pain and wounding provoked the body's instinctive response, and it was trying to prolong life in its own way. Jerry could feel the churning urge in his thoughts, and he could always feel the urge to completely overwhelm his sanity and return him to his original state. Exhale, inhale, feel the air flow from your nose into your lungs, feel the energy of life radiate from your lungs, and follow your blood and other tissues into your limbs. Count one to ten, then one to ten, get rid of all thoughts and desires, remember only one to ten, only remember the breath, only remember the breath.

The primal impulse was taken away in the silence, and Jerry's mind gradually calmed down in this silence, and he kept taking a deep breath, consciously or unconsciously trying to dive his consciousness into the finer corners of his body to control that qi.

"Knock! knock!" the sound of a heartbeat exploded in his mind like a bell, destroying all efforts to enter this state at once, sending the nezu-man's consciousness back to the world of his familiar senses. He opened his eyes, there was helplessness and loneliness in his eyes, another failure, another failure to condense his breath. He even suspected that his teacher had thrown him here because he hadn't been able to do that.

His mood became more and more chaotic, and even the darkness in the room began to stir, as if he could stretch out his claws and drag the nezumi into the abyss at any time, and he didn't want to stay here anymore. But where can he go? It's daytime, it's those people's time. Even if this is the capital of the rush, a city that claims to be able to tolerate everything, this tolerance is also different, and for a monster like him, tolerance means being sent to the circus.

"Knock, knock, is anyone at home?" a cold sweat instantly wet his back. Jerry's eyes were fixed on the door, as if he had seen something incredible, and the person outside the door was undecided about it, and continued, "I'm here to deliver what you left last night." If you don't reply, I'll go in, and I can't let a girl wait here all the time. ”

But there are no windows in this room, so where can he escape? Since he can't escape, he can just fight. Jerry thought so, his hand reaching the handle of the throwing knife behind his waist. Almost at the same time, the door slammed open! A dark shadow came straight for him from the outside! The nezumi didn't think about it, and threw a throwing knife with his backhand, and the two objects collided in the air, making a crisp metallic sound, and then fell to the ground at the same time. What was thrown from outside the door was a dagger, his dagger. To be exact, the one he lost last night when he was chased by Catwoman. And there is only one person who can bring the dagger.

"Do you live here? I didn't expect that not only did I look like a mouse, but I also behaved like a mouse. Ah, how do you throw things around?" she walked into the room, pulled out the throwing knife from the doorframe, and made a gesture to throw it out. But Jerry subconsciously tried to dodge, but he showed a playful smile, she was playing with him, just like last night's chase. And the rats that have been forced to the deepest part of the nest have no ability or direction to escape.

"How did you find here?" Jerry almost resigned, he just wanted to know how the hell the other party had caught him in just one day, this shouldn't be such an easy place to find.

Cat, smiled, a smile that was by no means pleasing to her prey, "Do you still need to find a cat and a mouse? How can you feel like you've gotten rid of me?" I don't just know you're here, I know your name, Jerry. ”