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

Tom's plan had indeed worked, and no man had ever suffered such a tasteful insult.

He relaxed slightly, and Sherlock immediately took advantage.

He threw Tom aside and punched the man hard.

"Find a rope or something else." Sherlock rode on the man, controlled him with one hand, and said to Selina behind him: "He hasn't lost consciousness yet, hurry up."

Selena snorted nervously, and stuffed the thing into Sherlock's hands.

Sherlock took it over and saw that it was the white cloth.

Looking at the white cloth in his hand, Sherlock doubted Selena's mind again.

Tom believed that without his own one, Sherlock would not have been able to win so easily.

It ran over briskly, raised its claws to help Sherlock press the white cloth.

Sherlock tied up the man, glanced at Tom and said, "Fortunately, at least you are smarter than her."

Tom didn't feel very happy, he just wagged his tail triumphantly.

From time to time, there was the sound of smashing things upstairs, and Tom suddenly remembered that the weak and poor Jerry was still upstairs.

Worried that Jerry would not be able to beat the hostess, Tom said to Sherlock, "I'll leave it to you," and ran up quickly.

A woman's voice came from the bedroom not far away, "Damn mouse! Come out! Where are you hiding!"

Tom pushed open the bedroom door. The hostess, who had always been stern-faced before, had disheveled hair. She was holding a gun in her hand, screaming in collapse, and her face was slightly bruised.

Jerry sat on top of the closet with a toy slingshot between his legs and hit the woman's head with a glass bead.

"Hey Tom!" Jerry waved his hand with a big bag on his head and said, "Look at me, how accurate I am."

As it spoke, it picked up another marble and aimed it at the bridge of the woman's nose.

Tom thought he was right, of course, you beat me with things for so many years, how could you be wrong.

The woman covered the bridge of her nose and looked up fiercely at the closet. Jerry made a face at her and wanted to continue beating her with a smile, but when he stretched out his hand, he found that he had run out of marbles.

"I said you can't, come here!"

Tom ran over and opened his hand, and Jerry immediately dropped the slingshot and jumped out of the closet.Tom took Jerry in his mouth and ran downstairs without looking back.

There were hurried footsteps behind him, and Tom rushed downstairs.Sherlock who was still in the living room did not know where he went. Selena squatted on the ground wearing a windbreaker, and gestured viciously at the tied man with a knife.

"Run, the pervert is down!" Jerry shouted nervously, "She has a gun in her hand!"

Selena couldn't understand what they were saying, so she tilted her head cutely at them.

Tom knew that Selena was useless, so he turned around in a hurry, seeing that the woman was about to chase her down.

Jerry patted Tom and said, "Put me down, I'll go up and bite her."

"You stupid mouse, she has a gun!" Tom said vaguely, "I'll hold her back, you go find Sherlock."

Jerry looked around, his eyes lit up, and he said happily, "Look, it's Ethan!"

Tom turned his head, and Ethan was standing at the corner with dust and blood on his face.A little gray mouse stands on his shoulder and holds a baseball bat in his hand.

He made a shush gesture to Tom, slowly raised the baseball bat, and slammed it down hard the moment the woman walked into the living room.

...

After dealing with the trouble here, Sherlock left.

Ethan pulled him and said gratefully: "Thank you for saving me, Smith. Don't you stay, the police will be here in a while."

Sherlock, who was listening to him patiently, heard that the police would arrive soon, immediately opened his hand like a fly, and left without looking back.

"Well, he's really weird." Ethan withdrew his hand, and smiled comfortingly at Selena who had just put on her clothes: "You go and have a rest, and I'll deal with these two perverts."

Selena nodded, and continued to chat about her experience with her friend on the phone.

Tom silently pulled out two napkins, stuffed them in his ears, and manually blocked Selena's voice.

The police arrived at the scene soon, and Ethan didn't need to worry about the next thing.

Jerry's excitement gradually cooled down, and he patted Ethan to talk to him.

But Ethan just nodded its head, and continued to chat with the little mouse standing on his shoulder.

"Ethan, I have a big secret to tell you!" Jerry said excitedly, pulling on Ethan's trousers, "You will never guess who Smith is."

"Wait for Jerry." Ethan lowered his head and said reassuringly, "I'll listen later, wait for me."

Jerry walked to the side with his shoulders slumped and sat down, propped his chin and looked at the little mouse silently.

Ethan obviously only had one mouse before, but now it's fine, and there is another one.

Jerry was hit with a big bag on the head by the hostess, and Tom looked uncomfortable.It had just scratched the woman's face, and ran back briskly to wait for Jerry to praise it, but after waiting for a long time, it only heard Jerry's sigh.

"Are you in pain?" Tom asked suspiciously, tilting his head.

Jerry pushed Tom and said, "I'm late, Ethan has another mouse."

Tom looked up and saw a little mouse that came out of nowhere, standing in Jerry's exclusive position, talking and laughing with Ethan.

"I know it tied Ethan and gnawed the rope... Ethan must thank it." Jerry said dejectedly: "I just can't slow down for a while, I'm afraid Ethan plans to take over his whole family."

As Jerry spoke, a dark cloud gradually formed above his head.

Tom stretched out his hand to poke, and the dark cloud twisted twice, and it began to thunder and rain, which drenched Jerry in a short while.

Tom thought for a while, and it walked up to Ethan, beckoning him to squat down and talk.

"You don't really want to take that family home," Tom whispered.

"Of course not. I can't stand so many mice. Jerry is enough." Ethan said casually, "I'll take this little guy home at most, he's so cute."

Tom licked his lips and said, "Yeah, I guess it must be good too."

"Don't you not eat mice?" Ethan asked in surprise as he hid the trembling little mouse.

Tom bared his fangs and whispered, "No, you misunderstood. I just don't eat Jerry."

Finally, under Tom's friendly suggestion, Ethan gave up the idea of ​​taking the little mouse back, and promised to bring it food in a few days.

Jerry lay on top of Tom's head, the clouds still drizzling overhead.

"Ethan didn't mean not to want you." Tom sat on the police car, tilted his head and said, "Look, didn't he bring back the little mouse?"

Jerry hummed listlessly, and Tom took Jerry off and held it in his palm.

"Ethan also realized it later." He fiddled with Jerry's head and said coyly, "Besides, I only have you as a mouse. Thinking about it this way, you are my exclusive little mouse. I wonder if you feel honored."

The little dark cloud above Jerry's head dispersed with a snap, and he folded his arms and turned his head and whispered, "No, I don't want you, get up."

Tom didn't speak, and stuffed Jerry into his mouth with a smile.

The police officer sitting next to him turned to look at Ethan beside him and said, "Sir, your pet cat ate your pet mouse, don't you care?"

"It's okay, it will spit out in a while."

Along the way, the young police officers kept a close eye on Tom, ready to catch the mouse at any time.