Ademisor, who was not in the mood to cook, changed into clothes for going out, took off the top hat from the hanger at the door, put it on his head, and walked out of the house quickly.

I don't know what restaurants are nearby, and he's not familiar with the neighborhood yet.

"The best restaurant nearby", he said silently in his heart, and he immediately emptied his brain.

After about five minutes of following the inspiration's instructions, Ademisore stopped in front of a restaurant called Wickers Steakhouse.

Looking up, the walls are mottled and the storefronts are dilapidated.

Is this the best restaurant in the neighborhood?

Although the exterior of the shop looks shabby and suspicious, he chooses to trust his own inspiration.

Order the food and wait for a while.

The restaurant's signature dish, black pepper steak, is served.

Ademisol expertly cuts a small piece of steak with a tableknife and puts it in his mouth.

Immediately, his eyes lit up, the meat was tender and springy, mixed with the fragrance of black pepper, it was indeed delicious!

When he returned home after quickly finishing dinner, he didn't open the kitchen door to confirm the condition of the little snake.

After going to the bathroom, washing and drying his clothes, and after a brief wash, Ademisol decided to go to bed early.

As for the snake, I will take the time to go to the people of the owners' committee during the day tomorrow, and I believe they should be able to help.

With this in mind, he quietly fell asleep.

In the wee hours of the morning, a sudden cold touch came from his chest, accompanied by a slight tingling sensation, which woke Ademisol from his sleep.

He opened his eyes sleepily, and the small emerald green snake coiled up in his chest, its head raised and spitting letters, less than 15 centimeters from his face.

"Gan!"

Subconsciously exhaling familiar syllables, Ademisor instantly bounced off the bed, and the little snake was thrown into the air and landed at the end of the bed.

One person and one snake, head and end of the bed, looking at each other.

Ademisor's body stiffened, motionless.

This is his previous hearsay knowledge: if you don't move when you are targeted by a snake, you will not be attacked.

How did this thing get out of the kitchen, and I closed the door tightly.

He stared intently at the snake at the end of the bed, thinking quickly in his heart.

The emerald green snake was obviously calmer than Ademisor, and seeing that the human at the head of the bed did not make any further movements, it slowly lowered the snake's head and coiled up again.

Sensing that the other party had no intention of attacking, Ademisor breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly realized that his inspiration had not warned him of danger, otherwise he would have woken up a long time ago.

So the snake had no ill will towards me, and he felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

Then, he controlled his body with precision, trying to move his body in small increments while observing the snake's reaction.

The other party did not move.

He felt a little more relaxed, increased the range of his movements, and gently got out of bed and walked towards the door.

The little snake sensed the movement, turned his head, and his cold vertical pupils reflected the slightly comical figure of Ademisor, and did not react.

Ademisor seized the opportunity and hurriedly ran out of the master bedroom and closed the door.

It seemed that he really didn't want to attack me, and at this point he finally put his mind at ease.

Glancing at the open kitchen door, he silently took out the key to lock the door of the master bedroom, and then turned around and walked into the second bedroom.

Wake up early in the morning.

The door to the master bedroom was still locked, and Ademisor breathed a sigh of relief, as he put away his clothes to dry, dressed them neatly, and walked out of the house.

Ademisol looked to the right and followed Mr. Neighbor's words and walked slowly to No. 51, near the end of the street, where the Owners' Committee mentioned yesterday was the Neighbor Mr. Neighbor's Committee.

He knocked lightly on the door, and soon a young lady answered.

"Good morning, ma'am, is this the owners' committee?" Ademisor took off his hat and bowed down gently to say hello.

"Yes, do you have something?" The short-haired young lady asked softly, looking Ademisore up and down.

"That's right, I'm a tenant at No. 33, and a small snake came out of my water pipe last night." As he spoke, he gestured and carefully described the appearance of the little snake.

"It's Pandani Asia's lost pet snake." The young lady covered her mouth slightly and snorted softly.

Then she showed a look of annoyance: "Pandani Asia-Pacific has entrusted us to look for it for a long time, but we didn't expect to run into the water pipe. ”

"Pet snakes? Are you sure? Ademisol was a little surprised.

The young lady nodded affirmatively: "That's right, according to your description, it must be the pet of Pandani Asiatai, this snake is called the green crown scale, it is a breed endemic to the Bailang region, and there is no one in the kingdom." ”

Ademisor nodded knowingly, "Then you can tell Pandani that her pet has been found." ”

"It's too late!" The look of chagrin on the woman's face was even worse, and she said in frustration: "Mr. Pandani Asia-Pacific Taihe just left yesterday, and they moved to East Bailang. ”

"That..."

"Keep it if you want it, and send it here if you don't, and before leaving, Mrs. Pandani asked us to help find a new owner for her pet if she finds it."

She brushed her hair and continued to persuade: "The water pipes of more than a dozen households in the middle of the street are all connected, and it is fate that it chooses to drill into your house. ”

Fate? Ademisor's heart moved, and after thinking about it, the little snake did not show any offensive intent, it was relatively docile, and the most important thing was to make sure that it was a pet snake and not a poisonous snake.

He nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll try to raise it for a few days, but I haven't raised a snake..."

The young lady interrupted him with a wave of her hand, "Don't worry, you wait a minute. ”

With that, she turned and went into the room, and a moment later handed Ademisor a book with a modest thickness in her hand.

He glanced at it, and the title of the book was "Snake Keeping Knowledge".

"This is what Mrs. Pandan left before she left, you can take it back and study."

"Uh... Good. ”

"Are you okay?"

Ademisor shook his head.

"See you next time." After a quick finish, the lady closed the door.

Ademisore glanced at the "Snake Raising Knowledge" in his hand, laughed softly, and walked towards the Violet Club.

Nothing happened that day, and there was still no progress in the case of the out-of-control.

Ademisor spent the mornings taking occult lessons with Ms. Caitlyn and in the afternoons practicing marksmanship at the shooting club.

Of course, he never went to the Zotland Shooting Club again.

After Fuhrman's guidance, he found another underground shooting range of the National Police Department, but the location was in the southern district, which was far away.

I have to say that the improvement brought by the "machine" potion is obvious, and his marksmanship has improved rapidly after just one afternoon of practice, and he has never missed the target again.

When he got home in the evening, he opened the door to the master bedroom, where the little emerald green snake was still coiled at the end of the bed.

If you haven't moved for a day, you can't be dead.

Ademisore tiptoed closer to the bed.

The emerald green snake's head writhed suddenly, slightly raised.

He immediately stopped his movements and said softly, "Relax, I have no ill intentions." ”

As if he understood what he was saying, the little snake looked at him with cold pupils for a few moments, then lowered its head again and coiled it together.

Ademisol approached again and walked all the way to the bed.

During this time, the little snake did not show any intent to attack.

When he got closer, Ademisor noticed a stain on the belly of the emerald green snake.

When I looked closely, I realized that it was a line of handwriting that had been changed.

The first half is still recognizable, written about Uajit, and the second half is completely blurred.

A pet snake... Because he accidentally got into the water pipe, but this Pandani is so funny that she actually writes on the belly of a snake.

U'ajit, the name is very much in the style of the Byron region, but it is in line with its variety.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and he sat down gently on the bed.

The emerald green snake sensed the heat and subconsciously approached Ademisor, swam to his legs, and then coiled into a ball.

Not afraid of people at all, it really seems to be a pet snake.

Ademisore became more and more sure of his guess in his mind, and he tried to touch the small snake coiled up, and there was a hint of coldness in his hand, a slight pinprick sensation, like a cat's tongue, only cooler.

The little snake did not react to his touch.

He maintained this sitting position for a long time, until he felt that his legs were a little numb, and then said in a negotiable tone:

"Can you go down first, my leg is numb."

The little snake looked up at Ademisore and slid down his lap in obedience.

So human?

Ademisol was slightly surprised, in his impression, unlike cats and dogs, cold-blooded animals such as snakes are rarely human.

"Is your name Uajit?" He asked curiously.

The little snake remained motionless and unresponsive.

He laughed at himself in his heart, even if he understands human nature, it is impossible to understand human words, then he will become a essence.

Becoming a sperm?

Ademisor's mind suddenly conjured up with a golden retriever wearing black-rimmed glasses.

In this world, it seems that it is not impossible for animals to "become sperm".

His eyes lit up suddenly, and he felt that there was a strong room for maneuver in this matter.

But a hunger pang from his stomach interrupted his thoughts.

Temporarily suppressing the idea of "becoming a fine", he got up and went to the kitchen, reinstalled the faucet, and prepared to continue the oyster soup that he had not finished yesterday.

Immediately, a somewhat pungent smell made him react, this is not a previous life, there is no electricity, let alone a refrigerator.

Yesterday's ingredients were basically spoiled except for bread and eggs.

After throwing the rotten ingredients into the trash, he cut two slices of bread, boiled a pot of hot water, and boiled two white eggs.

Then he made another pot of hot black tea and ate it with bread and eggs.

The taste is actually not bad, Ademisol was a little surprised, although a little bland, but overall acceptable.

The first attempt at cooking was a complete success, thanks of course, mainly to the good craftsmanship of the bakery.