I'm just a little mouse after all [Comprehensive British and American]

Being a mouse is always a lot of inconvenience, for example, many people will have adverse reactions when they see it.

Jerry was squatting on the table and watching secretly, the glass vase barely blocked his body.

The man named Ethan was rescued from the police station by his ex-girlfriend, and now the two are exchanging feelings in the coffee shop, the seat not far from Jerry.

Jerry held the petals in the vase to cover himself, and eavesdropped on the conversation between the two.

"Thank you for today's matter." Ethan stirred the coffee and looked at the long-haired woman opposite and said, "I'm sorry Al, I called you because of this kind of thing."

"It's okay." Al looked at the time and relaxed a little, as if she had enough free time.

She took a sip of her coffee, frowned and put it aside in disgust, and said in a low voice, "It's a disaster, I remember this store."

Just as Ethan was about to speak, he heard a strange sound of music.Bulling Bulling, like some kind of special effects dubbing.

He turned his head suspiciously, and saw Jerry huddled behind the vase on the opposite table, blinking at him.The slender and curly eyelashes flicker up and down, which is extraordinarily attractive.

Seeing Ethan notice him, Jerry waved his hand and said, "Ethan! We're running out of time!"

Al followed Ethan's line of sight, and Jerry quickly retracted behind the vase.

"Ethan." Al said worriedly, "Do you have auditory hallucinations again?"

Ethan stirred the coffee mechanically and nodded stiffly.

Al knew that he was in a psychological shadow because of that phone call. She held Ethan's hand on the table and said softly, "What did you hear? Can you tell me about it."

"You didn't hear anything, did you?" Ethan said with a wry smile, "Symphony special effects and small voices."

"You need to take a good rest for a while." Al looked at the bloodshot eyes in his eyes and said with concern: "It seems that auditory hallucinations have made you insomnia. How long have you not slept well?"

"Fortunately, I sleep for an hour or two every day." Ethan paused, took a sip of coffee and pretended to be calm, "How is the progress of the Christmas Devil case? Have you participated in it yet?"

Jerry, who was watching, got excited when he heard the 'Christmas Devil'. It took out a small board and waved it at Ethan.While holding a megaphone and yelling: "Tell her! Negro!"

Ethan was probably quite embarrassed, and Jerry saw that he had been shaking his legs restlessly.

"Ethan!" Jerry pointed to the small sign and said, "The murderer will continue to kill!"

Ethan looked at the words on the sign from the corner of his eye, and his legs trembled even more.

"Will participate, you look nervous?" Al said hesitantly, "Have you brought your medicine?"

Ethan tapped his fingers on the table, he held the coffee cup tightly and said tentatively, "How is your investigation going?"

"Sorry." Al answered quickly, she sat up straight and said, "I know you are very concerned about this case, maybe you can wait for the follow-up news reports."

Jerry was still agitating, Ethan took a deep breath and whispered, "So...do you think he might be black?"

"Why do you think so?" Al looked at Ethan carefully: "I don't remember you being racist, calm down Ethan, that incident is not your fault."

Ethan didn't answer, he couldn't say it was Jerry who said it.That would only make him look more crazy. To be honest, he didn't know what to say.

For now, in the eyes of others, Jerry is just an ordinary mouse.Ethan couldn't even determine whether Jerry was real or just his own hallucination.

Al sighed, looked down at the time and said, "I hope you get better soon, if you need help, you can contact me."

Seeing that she was about to leave, Ethan subconsciously stopped her and said, "Wait for Al."

"What?" Al asked suspiciously.

Jerry also looked at Ethan suspiciously, and then it saw Ethan walking quickly.He reached out and grabbed its head, lifted it whole and presented it to Al.

Jerry's head was pinched by Ethan's two fingers, and he was hanging in the air, facing Al's surprised eyes.

"It's useless, and she can't see my magic." Jerry patted Ethan's fingertips and said, "My head hurts from you pinching."

Then it obviously felt the force on its head loosen, which is good, at least it shows that Ethan is not a rat abuser.

Under Al's gaze, Jerry gave Al a big smile, took out a rose from a non-existent breast pocket, pouted at Al and said, "Even if you're not a mouse, I I also think you are a beauty."

Al's lips moved, and just when Jerry thought she was going to scream, he heard Al say calmly, "Ethan, your auditory hallucinations have something to do with it?"

Ethan was looking at the rose in Jerry's hand, he came back to his senses for a moment, and said seriously, "What did you see, Al?"

"A brown house mouse with brown hair and black eyes. It is relatively smaller than the average brown house mouse, but it should be an adult mouse." Al took a step back from the mouse and continued: "It was squeaking at me, I'm not sure if it would attack people. But I think you'd better put it down, this is obviously not a pet rat, it has a virus on it."

Ethan sighed, just as he was about to speak, the waiter came over suddenly.He looked at Ethan with weird eyes, and said politely: "Sir, we don't support playing with mice in our store."

He made a gesture of invitation, and Ethan stuffed Jerry into his pocket casually, and quickly followed Al to leave.

Al looked down at the phone from time to time, probably because she was in a hurry at work, and she only had time to take care of her and left.

Before leaving, Ethan said tentatively, "If he is really black, can you call me and tell me?"

"The media will report. If there is no accident, you can find out who he is on TV." Al made a phone call and said reassuringly, "It's not your fault about the Christmas devil, Ethan, the recording I listen, there is nothing anyone can do in that situation. Don't let this ruin your life, contact me if you need anything, I'll go first."

Jerry stuck his head out of his pocket, poked Ethan's arm and said, "She doesn't believe you."

Ethan looked around and whispered, "I don't even believe in myself."

Jerry looked up and could only see a large piece of fabric, which was the clothes held up by Ethan's chest muscles.

"I can't see your face anymore." Jerry patted Ethan and said, "Why don't you talk?"

Ethan walked quickly to an alley with his hands on his pockets like a thief, making sure that no one was around, he took out Jerry and put it on the lid of a nearby trash can, and said in a low voice, "Listen, we're going to have a showdown today. Are all the strange noises heard during this time caused by you?"

Jerry sat on the lid of the trash can, looked at him with his head tilted, and said obediently: "That's your own problem. There is a bar in the mouse hole in your kitchen. I just happened to be there to inquire about information these days." .”

There was too much information, and Ethan didn't know what to say for a while.

He tangled for a while on why the mouse opened a bar, and the mouse actually opened a bar in his kitchen, but chose to ask some important questions.

"Why did I hear you talking." He asked seriously.

Jerry felt that although Ethan was a good person, he was still a bit dull.

It pointed to itself and said, "I'm just a little mouse, do you think I'll know?"

Ethan didn't reply for a long time, Jerry stepped back a few steps and looked up, only to find that he had changed into the dazed look before.

Jerry patted the lid of the trash can to attract Ethan's attention. He cleared his throat and continued, "The most important thing now is not my problem, but the murderer. Your ex-girlfriend doesn't believe you, and the police won't work either. , have you thought about what to do next?"

"When I was watching cartoons, why didn't I realize that you talk so much." Ethan stretched out his hand to carefully press Jerry's head, and sighed softly, "I don't mean to offend, but I've never heard you speak while watching TV."

"What cartoon, what TV?" Jerry said blankly, "I'm on TV?"

Ethan took out his mobile phone and checked the cat and mouse animation for it. After watching an episode carefully, Jerry shut himself off at the same time.

"Well, I understand how you feel now." Jerry took a sip of his cigar, exhaled a smoke ring and said, "Have a sip, friend."

Ethan rejected the cigar, which was not much bigger than his fingernail, and said with a painful cigarette, "I'm in a mess now, like I'm dreaming. Do you think I should go to a mental hospital to calm down for two days?"

Jerry patted the hair on his arm, and said vicissitudes of life: "Don't be self-willed, the important thing is to catch the murderer."

Ethan put away the remaining cigarette butts, sighed and said, "The police didn't catch him, how could I find it. Besides, how can you be sure that he is black?"

"In fact, I live in that family. I went out to visit relatives at Christmas. When I came back, I found that the house was full of police. I was kicked out of the house by a police officer. When I was wandering in the street, I met There is a man who smells like Tom." Jerry gestured and said:

"Tom, that's the cat in the video just now. I heard the police at the scene say that the victim's pet cat was missing, and the man had Tom's smell on his body and Tom's hair on his legs. I think he took it away." Tom."

When Jerry was a little mouse, he played catch-me-run game with little Tom.They have never been separated for so long. Jerry felt happy from the very beginning, but before the day came, he missed the days of playing with Tom.It's been over a week now and Tom hasn't returned.

Jerry sleeps and dreams, sometimes dreaming that he is being chased by Tom, and sometimes dreaming that Tom is made into roast cat meat.

"Let's not talk about why the murderer took a pet cat away." Ethan rubbed his temples and said, "Since you have met that person, you should know the general appearance of that person."

Jerry looked at Ethan as if he was looking at an idiot. He hooked his hands and said, "I'm just a little mouse. I'm standing at his feet. No matter how hard I try to raise my head, I can only look at his nostrils. I can make him look up." Draw the nostrils, are you sure you can identify the murderer through the nostrils?"