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There are still nearly two hours left until the end of tonight's patrol mission.

"Smack!"

Zheng Qing forcefully closed the pocket watch cover in his hand, supported his body with a patrol wooden stick, and continued to walk.

When the burning anger quietly subsides, what remains in the embers is the result of worry.

Mack King Seprano quietly left after a brief exchange with Zheng Qing. Although he vaguely expressed some threats at the end of the conversation, the proposal he gave was something that Zheng Qing could not refuse.

According to Seprano's meaning, Zheng Qing only needs to participate in the school hunt in a month's time, and then win the championship in the rookie competition, helping the vice president of the Alpha Academy Student Council to make a big profit, and the grudge between the two can be written off.

It must be admitted that Seprano is very demanding.

Although Zheng Qing still doesn't know anything about the school hunting meeting and the freshman competition, it does not prevent him from understanding the meaning between the lines. It must be very difficult to stand out from the thousands of freshmen at the first university.

But I have to say that if Seprano really keeps his promise, then this condition of benefiting without spending is very worthy of Zheng Qing's efforts.

In any case, the pig demon on the bluestone road in Damingfang finally subjugated the law, and after all, it was inseparable from Zheng Qing.

Every time he thinks that there is a fresh life sinking into the darkness, it is very likely to encounter a tragic future, and he has played some role in it, Zheng Qing always has a pimple in his heart.

This matter fermented in his heart, and every time he thought about it, it always made people restless.

Because when he always thinks about it, he recalls a story from his childhood.

At that time, Zheng Qing had just entered junior high school and kept talking about raising a small pet. One day, his classmate called him and said that there was a kitten who wanted to be fostered with him for a few days.

"This little guy has been in the lawn downstairs of my house for days, it rained last night, and I looked at it this morning, hey, the little one is shaking so much in the grass nest...... It looks weird and pathetic. Knowing that you like it, so brought it to you. ”

As if seeing Zheng Qing's struggling eyes, his classmate quickly added: "I'll foster it here for a week, and I'll find a host and send it back when I go back." ”

In the end, Zheng Qing left the kitten behind.

Along with that, there was a black pet bag and a few packets of fish-flavored cat food that the classmate had just bought.

It was an off-white pastoral cat.

Zheng Qing gradually couldn't remember the specific appearance of the kitten. The deepest impression in his mind was that he was thin, timid, and had big bright eyes.

"It's definitely a house cat, but someone lost it. His classmates complained indignantly afterwards: "According to my uncle's words, this person is living too inauthenticly now, and he doesn't have that diamond diamond, and he is hard to do porcelain work...... Horizontal and vertical is a life, and if you say you lose it, you will lose it. ”

When Zheng Qing heard this, he could only nod again and again.

The kitten does look like a tutor, it is silent on weekdays, barking and disturbing, and knows how to go to the bathroom. Every time he finished eating the cat food on the plate, he hid under the sofa and refused to go out despite Zheng Qing's teasing.

Once, Zheng Qing also wanted to raise it for a lifetime.

But every time I think about the various details of raising cats, such as epidemic prevention, such as cleaning, such as hygiene, etc., I am discouraged.

So, after staying at Zheng Qing's house for ten months, the kitten was finally picked up by that classmate.

Seemingly aware that he was going to be thrown out of the house again, the kitten was terrified.

Wailing and hiding, when Zheng Qing fished it out from under the sofa, he could clearly feel its thin body trembling.

I will never forget that feeling.

It was murder, he said to himself in his heart, but he still hardened his heart and handed the cage containing the kitten to his classmate.

The cage was stuffed with newly bought cat food, which he wanted to use to make up for the feeling of indebtedness in his heart.

Later, every time he saw the story of Ye Gong Haolong, Zheng Qing always felt an inexplicable sense of shame.

That classmate's family background is very clear to Zheng Qing.

Although it was not bad, his family would never allow another kitten to be adopted. And the cost of pet store boarding is not affordable for two underage students.

Zheng Qing never dared to ask about the kitten's later situation.

Maybe a good Samaritan really adopted it, or maybe it was really sent to a pet store by his own classmates. But the biggest possibility is that this kitten will drag its weak body, wandering in the corner of a certain community, quietly watching this dirty world.

It would have been nice if I had been more responsible.

Zheng Qing always sighed secretly in the dead of night, and then tried to forget this unhappy memory.

The pig demon of Damingfang, from an unknown corner, evokes his dusty memory.

It's all the same innocent life, all sinking into the darkness with their own participation. Maybe you're not an executioner, but what's the difference between a bloodied knife and a taut, clean rope?

But just ask for peace of mind.

With his mind full of cranky thoughts, dragging his tired body, Zheng Qing limped over the Bodhi tree and returned to this clearing deep in the woods.

The recent battle with the leader of the fish-men, though short-lived, was extremely dangerous.

When the hormones secreted by the adrenal glands are gone, muscle aches, fatigue, and listlessness follow.

What's more, his foot was also broken because he was in the wrong position when he fell to the ground before.

This made Zheng Qing lack interest in the next two hours of patrol mission, and the only thing he wanted to do now was to hold his little fox in a comfortable bed and sleep well for a day and a night.

Oh, and the little fox is not allowed into the student dormitory.

Oh, tomorrow afternoon, no, it's Sunday, and I'm going to the library this afternoon to help Elena with her homework.

So it was impossible for him to sleep with the little fox in his arms for a day.

Thinking that such a simple wish could not be realized, Zheng Qing's spirit became more and more depressed.

"Brother Qing is back!" Lin Guo's voice came from not far away, looking very cheerful: "It's just you...... Did you catch that big fish demon?"

"Fishmen, not fish demons. The old man of Verne snorted: "They are all college students, so you have to be careful when you speak." If you talk such nonsense in front of the fishmen and are dragged down to Linzhong Lake and drowned half to death, don't blame them for not giving face. ”

"Almost," Zheng Qing smiled reluctantly and shook his head: "I didn't catch it." ”

"It's okay, there's already a lot of arrests here. Lin Guo paused, comforted, and whined as he waved the wooden staff in his hand.

The dim moonlight mingled with the light of the dead wind lamp, illuminating the glade very brightly.

Those sundries that were originally scattered all over the place have been neatly stacked in the open space by Lin Guo, and they are classified into categories, which is clear at a glance.

And not far from these debris, the four-headed fish-man fainted in the grass, and the white flower's belly scales shone brightly to the onlookers, snoring like thunder.

The old man of Verne stood beside the pile of fishmen with his wooden staff and a straight face.