A few weeks ago, Zheng Qing encountered a mouse in a red vest in the corner of the university's office building.

At that time, he was harassing the door god in Lao Yao's office, and wanted to consult the professor about the cause of his abnormal transfiguration. Unexpectedly, he was disturbed by the sudden mouse - originally the god Yu Lei still had a conversation with him, but since the mouse appeared, the door gods, including the big white cat at the door god's feet, seemed to have become mute, and they no longer spoke.

Realizing that there was something unusual about the clothed mouse, the young student immediately took full advantage of the cat's curiosity and followed the mouse, but eventually lost track of the mouse in front of a tree hollow.

Even though he waited at the entrance of the cave for a long time that day, and even though he went to the hole of the tree many times after a while, he never met the clothed mouse again.

Thinking about this in his spare time, the young public-funded student even suspected that he was just dazzled and mistaken in a trance. After all, a clothed rat is rare even in a wizarding university, if it is really a spirit animal in the school, or a wizard in the school, then there will always be a hint of talk in both the professor and the students.

But neither Professor Yao, nor the classmates, nor the colleagues in the patrol team of the school working committee said that they had no idea about the 'rats in clothes' mentioned by Zheng Qing.

Nearly a month has passed, and with the increase in schoolwork and study tasks, Zheng Qing has almost forgotten about the mouse.

Until his cat subordinate, a certain forest cat fellow, reappeared in front of him with a little clothed mouse in his mouth.

"Is this the clothed mouse you were talking about?" Xiao Xiao squatted in front of the forest cat, grabbed a brush, and carefully played with the motionless little mouse on the ground with the tip of the pen, his voice was full of curiosity: "I remember you said that it was wearing a red vest...... The one you brought back from your subordinate is wearing a green vest. ”

The soft tip of the pen poked at the mouse's body, leaving fleeting scars, and the blood stains that were originally bitten out by the cat were also cleared and faded under the caress of the nib, and gradually disappeared.

"Rats are not allowed to change their clothes?" Xin Fat pouted his wide buttocks, one person occupied the position of two people, his nose was almost rubbed against the mouse's beard, and sighed in an unusually regretful tone: "Why do you think I forgot to bring my camera? What good news...... What good material!"

The fat man's attention fell on the mouse, and the beer in his hand and the fried chicken bucket in his arms had been casually placed on the open space on the side. From time to time, several cats, large and small, are poking their paws out of the fried chicken bucket and scooping out two pieces of fragrant fried chicken to treat themselves.

There was even a blue cat that came up to the beer can, sucked the remnants of the beer with a straw in its leaky mouth, and stood there shaking with red eyes.

Of course, the 'vast majority' of the Hunters of the Sin Hunting Team is not focused on these cats right now.

For them, the little mouse in clothes was clearly more attractive.

The reason why I said most of it was because Elder Zhang's attention was a little different.

Contrary to the others, he only glanced at the half-dead little mouse on the ground, but focused most of his attention on the wounded Norwegian forest cat: "Tsk...... I can't see that your subordinates are quite capable!"

Unlike the first time Zheng Qing saw it, the forest cat that had just returned had many wounds all over his body. A small opening appeared on the tip of the round ear, which seemed to have been bitten by a rat and bit off a small piece; under the orange apricot eyes, there were several deep scars, through which bright red blood was slowly oozing through its thick fur; not to mention its beautiful long hair, as if it had been burned by someone, revealing speckled withered marks, which looked particularly miserable.

Zheng Qing couldn't imagine what a cat would have to go through to be injured like this while catching mice!

"It's so brave, it's too powerful, it's too dutiful. Zhang Jixin admired, stretched out his hand and gently brushed the back of the forest cat, and praised repeatedly: "If it weren't for the opposition of the family, I would definitely raise a big cat like this!"

Xu understood Zhang Jixin's praise, and the forest cat changed its previous irritable little temper, raised its chin proudly, and its crooked little beard was almost about to rise to the sky.

"I want to see it too, I want to see it too!!" Lin Guo climbed onto the black goat's back at some point, and was jumping over the head of the red-faced wizard, jumping up and down, shouting, "I haven't seen a mouse in clothes yet!"

"Why don't you just catch a mouse and dress him yourself!" the black cat sighed, completely unable to understand the little wizard's intense curiosity—he had forgotten the curiosity he had when he first saw the clothed mouse—he glanced at the heartless cats outside the circle, who were still playing, and then at the forest cat with its head tilted to the sky, and finally lowered his head, stretched out his paws, and patted Xiao Xiao's back.

"Doctor, is the rat dead?" the black cat asked, interrupting Dr. Xiao's research.

"You're a cat, can't you smell it?" the fat man yelled in fuss beside him, his tone full of suspicion.

"You're a cat! Your whole family is a cat! Gothic is a wizard from beginning to end, is it okay! Can you speak human words!" Hearing the fat man's words, the black cat suddenly became irritable, jumped up, jumped on the fat man's head, waved his paws like the wind, and used the fat man's head as a drum face, and the hammer clanged wildly.

Not to mention, the fat man's soft hair and fleshy head are quite comfortable to shoot - no wonder the fat cat in the dormitory likes to nestle on his head and nap.

Xiao Xiao ignored the slapstick of a pair of living treasures next to him, and finally poked the mouse's eyelids with the tip of the pen, sighed, hammered his waist, and stood up: "It's not dead...... Even if your forest cat dies, this little thing will probably be fine. ”

"It has a much stronger body than any mouse I've ever seen...... No, I think it's sturdier than the fishmen in Linzhong Lake!"

"And goblins, goblins, will play dead. ”

Before the words fell, the little mouse that had closed his eyes tightly and had no breath opened his eyes, and a carp rolled around, jumped up, and wanted to slip out of the crowd with a whoosh.

Unexpectedly, a snow-white little paw appeared behind it at some point, holding down its long tail and pulling it firmly in place.

"Meow?" the little Ragdoll cat pressed the mouse's tail with one paw, tilted its head, blinked its big eyes, and looked at the black cat squatting on the fat man's head suspiciously, as if asking if to bite the little mouse to death.