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

It was already dawn, and Ethan had slept through the night, but he hadn't recovered from the shock last night.

Last night, in order to demonstrate to Ethan, Jerry thought about a hundred ways of Tom's death, and then choked out two miniature versions of Jerry.

They just floated next to its head, without any special effects.

"Get to know him, this is Ethan." Jerry pointed to Ethan and said, "This is the little angel Jerry, and the little devil Jerry."

Ethan stretched out his little finger and greeted the two little mice. He tentatively asked, "Is there really a God in this world?"

The two mice seemed to have heard some funny joke, and the angel Jerry said pitifully, "Child, we are just mice."

"Sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean." Ethan pursed his lips and said hesitantly, "Aren't you an angel?"

"How can we know things that people don't know." The demon Jerry poked Ethan's nails with a small fork, and it pulled out his ears and said, "We are created. If the painter draws, there will be. If there is no painting, there will be." No."

Angel Jerry pushed Demon Jerry, motioning him to be more polite.It looked at Ethan lovingly and said, "Child, if you really want to know if there is a God in this world, you should ask your creator, not us."

Ethan was already confused by these two nagging little things, but he didn't have time to ask too much. They fought because of disagreements, and soon disappeared.

Ethan slept all night with his head covered, barely digesting these unscientific things.

Jerry really wanted to participate in this case, and he didn't need to think about it to know that it must be a big case that challenged the limit with excitement and blood splattering.

During breakfast, Jerry talked about his thoughts.

"No matter what, I won't get involved, Jerry, you know what kind of personality I am." Ethan replied without thinking: "Even if I am involved in this case, I will take chances, right? It was a fluke. During this period of time, I am going to stay at home and self-isolate, by the way, look out the window, there are two policemen who came to protect me in the car on the street."

"But I want to see it." Jerry cut the steak and said expectantly: "I thought about it carefully, I'm just a little mouse, maybe I can try to follow Al secretly."

Ethan didn't respond yet, Tom, who had been drinking his soup with his head down, suddenly raised his head and said, "Aside from lying on Al's chest to help her block bullets, what else can you do?"

"Who doesn't want a scout mouse, I can do more than you." Jerry felt that he was underestimated, and he put down his fork and said seriously: "Ethan, next time you meet someone suspicious, You put me in their pockets, and I'm going to be the best intelligence rat ever."

Tom flicked his tail and Jerry picked it up, and he said in a long voice, "Then you are really great."

In the end, Jerry still couldn't convince Ethan to slip it into Al's pocket.

Jerry and Tom haven't been able to hang out for a week because of Ethan's self-isolation program.

Jerry sat on the balcony and looked at the bright sunshine outside and sighed. He said softly, "Tom, why are we self-closing with Ethan?"

"I thought we were protecting Ethan." Tom said lazily, "I don't think those two useless policemen outside can protect Ethan well. Think about it, they haven't found Selena after a few months. Isn't that enough to say that they are extremely inefficient."

"Maybe it's just that they are not good at finding people." Jerry lay on the glass, imagining himself in a police uniform.

As they chat, the windows of the police car come down.

Jerry rubbed his head, and said with a slight surprise, "Why did you change?"

"It's probably a shift change, they can't always be on duty." Tom didn't take this matter to heart, he said something casually, found a comfortable position and continued to sleep.

Jerry felt that what Tom said made sense, and it continued to stand on the balcony in a daze.

Tom slept until the afternoon, when there was a knock on the door outside.

Ethan walked over and took a look. They were two strange black policemen.

"We are the ones in charge of protecting you today." One of the black policemen showed his ID and walked into the room.

"Where are the people from before?" Ethan asked warily.

"It's not an easy job to stay here all the time when you change shifts. You need to be vigilant and concentrated at all times," the policeman explained.

They talked as they walked into the apartment.

Hearing the commotion, Tom just looked up casually, then continued to play with Jerry by his tail.

The police sat on the sofa, as if they wanted to protect Ethan personally.

"How are you..." Ethan asked hesitantly.

"How did you come in?" The policeman whispered, "In special times, we must ensure your safety, and close protection will be safer."

Ethan nodded, called Tom, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Tom yawned and followed with Jerry in his mouth.

"What's the matter?" It raised its head and asked.

Ethan nodded and said in a low voice, "My gun is in the drawer in the bedroom, Jerry, go and get my gun."

As soon as he spoke, the two of them completely cheered up.

"Why?" Jerry asked suspiciously, "I don't see what's wrong with those two policemen."

"I used to work as an operator, Jerry, I know the police well, and I'm also very sensitive to voices." Ethan leaned over and pretended to rummage through things, and said softly: "I didn't communicate much with the police at work, it's just me Inform them of the location, and they will reply with a receipt or understanding. But I can be sure that I have never heard the voices of these two people."

Ethan looked sideways at the living room, where the two policemen were sitting on the sofa.They didn't talk, just waited quietly.

"I have been an operator for at least four years. I have an impression of the voices of the two policemen who protected me before, but these two have nothing at all." Ethan took a deep breath nervously and said, "I am involved in a situation that may involve an evil religion. In major cases involving terrorists and terrorists, the chances of the police sending new recruits are very small.”

Before he finished speaking, a man's voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Fox, what are you looking for?"

Followed by the sound of approaching footsteps, Jerry and Tom shivered at the same time.

Ethan only had time to tell Tom, Sherlock.

Just standing up, he tried to make himself look normal.

"Look for tea and coffee beans." Ethan shrugged and said, "It seems that they are probably used up."

The policeman nodded, showing a friendly smile and said, "It's okay, we have food in the car. Come to the living room, we have something to ask you."

While the two were talking, Jerry and Tom had separated.

Jerry got into Ethan's bedroom, opened the cabinet, picked up the pistol/gun and ran out staggeringly, but how to pass the pistol/gun to Ethan in front of two suspicious people was a big problem.

"Ethan! Ethan, come here." Jerry hid on the side of the cabinet and shouted anxiously, "I'm here with a gun. You can't let them see a mouse running away with a gun."

Ethan was caught between two policemen, as if being held hostage.

His face was a little pale, and he held the hand on the table uneasily.Jerry rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, and found that one of the policemen was holding a gun to Ethan's side.

It is estimated that this gun will not be delivered in a while.

Jerry put down the gun silently, rubbed his chin and thought about his next plan.

Nobody cared what a pet cat did, so Tom ran out the window unimpeded, all the way to Sherlock and Watson's new quarters in the backstreet.

It jumped up and rang the doorbell, and it took a long time before someone opened the door.

It was a woman who opened the door, who seemed to be the landlord here.

Tom ignored her and slipped in through the crack of the door.

It meowed and ran all over the house.

Well, both of them are gone, Ethan is hopeless.

Tom is thrown out of the house by the landlady, and trots back to Ethan's apartment.

The scene of the living room could be seen through the window, and Ethan's body was stiff.It is estimated that he is being robbed, and there is no possibility of self-rescue.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Tom pried open the policeman's door.Mottled bloodstains and traces of fighting could be faintly seen on the seat.

Tom knocked on the steering wheel, rolled his eyes, and suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.

.........

There is a gunman hiding in Richmond University, and he is not wearing a mask, but mixing with students.

To be precise, he was one of the students of this school, and it would take a lot of time to find him without causing panic.

"Are you sure there is a gangster in this school?" The principal crossed his hands and looked at the people sitting on the ground.

Hodge nodded affirmatively, and the principal frowned and said, "What do you need me to do?"

While Hodge was talking with the principal, Al, who was standing outside the door, received a strange call.

She glanced at the number, and it was from a public phone booth.

An old woman's voice came from the phone, "Hello, Al Greenover."

"Who are you?" Al asked cautiously.

Morgan on the side noticed the abnormality and leaned over with his probe.

The person on the other end of the phone continued: "I want to meet you. The time and place are determined by me. I will pick you up when the time comes. I have been looking forward to meeting you."

"who are you."

"Me? Don't get excited, I'm just a homeless old man. A woman gave me ten thousand dollars to call you and read the note." The old woman said hoarsely: "You won't Want the money back? I have already negotiated with her."

"Where did you meet her? Do you remember what she looks like?" Al asked in a deep voice.

The old woman was silent for a long time before she said: "I saw her in the abandoned incineration plant. She was wearing a mask and a hood. I could only see her beautiful blue eyes. Her voice was very thin and soft. , thin and tall, that's all I know."

The phone was hung up quickly, and Al and Morgan looked at each other, Morgan shook his head and said: "These physical characteristics are not uncommon, ten thousand dollars is the same as the compensation for hiring a cat killer before, maybe the same person hired them. "

Al played the phone recording, and she frowned and said hesitantly: "If it is connected with Ethan, I think I may have some guesses. It seems that we need to conduct a deeper investigation into Ethan's parents."

作者有话要说：我太困了，晚安！感谢在2020-05-2121:54:31~2020-05-2223:37:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 piece of preserved egg and lean pork porridge;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: under the red bra, 5 bottles of autistic netizens;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!