[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

Well, presumably a hamster?

Visually, it is the kind that can be placed in the palm of the hand. It is only as big as a rice cake ball. It is milky white. The head is almost pure white. When the buttocks are rounded, it becomes creamy and silky light gray. The hair on the tail is also fluffy. Thick, showing a rounded texture.

The small ears were relaxed from their ridged state, and turned back to the back of the head, completely fitting the curve of the head, as if they had disappeared.

It moved its head left and right, raised its head, and its ears pricked up again.

At this time, it can be confirmed that it is a small hamster, but what is unusual is that the fur around its eyes is gray-black, like huge black eye circles, and there is a red line on both sides of the corner of the mouth, drawn all the way to the hamster. The back of his cheeks forced his expressionless face into a distorted grin of horror.

Just look at it propping up its upper body, curling its two front paws, its ears shaking its head from side to side, and making a low cry similar to "Jie Jie". Listening carefully, it seems to be similar to the pronunciation of "Jeff".

The moment the wooden door was pushed open, the hamster plunged into the shadows and disappeared.

Bucky, who came back to get the hammer, suddenly became alert, and stood still at the door, but after a while, the surroundings were still silent, so Bucky walked to the edge of the table, picked up the sketch, and carefully observed the thicker sketch. paper, and found that there were tiny, almost unrecognizable small claw marks on it.

"Don't let me catch you."

Bucky issued a warning to the house, picked up the hammer and went to work first.

"Jie Jie."

In the shadows, the little hamster twitched and chuckled.

"Cuckoo..."

strange sound.

Steven pushed open the window, but saw nothing.

He was wearing ordinary clothes that could never be picked out among the crowd, with a peaked cap and sunglasses in his jacket pocket, like an ordinary young male with nothing to do.

It was dark and silent outside, and Cole, the agent who was sent to help, followed him, followed him to take a look, and there was only a dark night outside. They were in a small forest, not densely packed, Steven firmly believed There are clues left by Bucky here, so they made a detour to stop temporarily.

"Captain, this place still belongs to the outskirts of the city, so it is unlikely that there are any strange things."

Cole was quite calm. In fact, they all knew that there were too many weird things in this world long before the gods came down, and it was inevitable that people in their industry would be a little surprised.

"That's probably an owl that comes out to feed at night."

Steven was more cautious and waved his hand slightly.

"This voice has followed us for a long time."

Cole's expression froze. Captain America is a veteran who has come down from the real battlefield. He will not make low-level mistakes in identification, and he is unlikely to fool people on such things.

And he's not a little recruit anymore, so it's not fun to play with.

"Is there an owl with us?" Cole wanted to touch the weapon.

It's not enough to be afraid, but vigilance is a must.

No matter what the other party's purpose is to follow them, magic, sci-fi, fantasy, they have to choose one, no matter which one, you can't just let others do it here with bare hands.

The two looked at each other for a brief exchange, and saw that the meanings in each other's eyes were similar, so Steven picked up his shield and went out through the window silently. Cole had already held the gun and followed behind.

"Cuckoo..."

The voice rang twice again, as if it came from deeper in the forest.

As Cole said, this is still a suburb, and the woods are not too dense. The two can figure out the direction by moonlight. They searched for the sound along the way, and moved forward carefully and quietly.

After a while, they heard the laughter of children.

"Do it again! Do it again!" It should be a little boy, the voice sounds very cheerful, it just goes up and down, like playing on a spring bed.

"Cuckoo..."

The eerie hooting of the owl was also in the same direction.

Steven gave Cole a look, indicating that the situation may escalate. If the other party lures and kidnaps a child, they must be careful about the hostage issue.

After a short balance, Steven decided to split into two groups.

Cole's forehead was a little beaded with sweat, but he didn't look nervous. It seemed that he was so excited that he rarely collaborated with an idol alone.

Steven was a little dumbfounded at this.

In the next action, Steven took the lead and approached the target position one step faster. Cole circled around from the rear and approached slowly from the other direction. The two maintained the rhythm of outflanking.

Because they couldn't maintain contact, the two parties could only rely on the tacit understanding of cooperation to keep their actions as consistent as possible. Fortunately, Cole is Captain America's steel fanboy. Little things are not a problem at all.

This is equivalent to exposing his idiot attributes.

Cole scratched the tip of his nose.

He was in position quickly, and saw Steven hidden among the distant thin trees. The earth-colored clothes were very suitable as protective colors in this environment, and only a trained eye could find them.

But he didn't find their target.

Steven looked around and made an "up" gesture.

The two looked up together.

There are still many branches protruding from the not-so-thick tree trunks, and this area is especially dense. They are intertwined with each other and tightly bound each other, forming a vague "roof".

Below the roof, two branches hang down to form a swing.

There was a little boy sitting on it, with his head raised high, as if he was talking to someone.

"I don't want to sleep, it's so boring."

"Cuckoo..."

That cry!

It must be the owl, but at a much higher place than Steven expected.

Why do owls fly so high?

It was almost above the roof, and it was not convenient for owls to catch mice at night.

Steven also had such doubts. He started to move to adjust his angle so that he could see the situation above, but no matter how he moved, the top was dark.

If the angle here is not good, then you should be able to see something on the other side. Steven looked in Cole's direction, hoping to get some hints, but found that Cole was staring blankly at the darkness above. Already completely petrified and stiff, his fingers gripped the trigger tightly.

Obviously out of a state of high tension, he would be unable to hold back at any time and launch a sudden attack.

What did he see?

Cole is not an ordinary police agent. In this line of work, all weird things are diluted by mutants and alien technology. Whether it is the girl in the wall or the gods from the sky, they are all Cole. part of everyday life.

What else could scare the man?

Steven then became alert, followed Cole's gaze, and found a direction.

dark brown?

After careful identification, it seems that there is something there.

Mottled dark brown near-black markings, where the near-black part is almost completely integrated with the darkness above, and the dark brown part is very close to the branches.

Perfect protective color.

At this time, Cole also came back to his senses, and made a gesture of flapping his wings to Steven.

wing?

Cole's actions seemed to confirm Steven's deduction—it was an owl.

All kinds of owls are quite common in the Americas, and they can be found in suburbs and even cities. They start to appear at night, catching mice and other small animals, which is considered a beneficial creature.

Some of them are really scary looking.

Like the white-faced owl.

When a bird flies, it moves with its head as the center. The head does not shake and changes, and the shoulders and neck cooperate to adjust the movement. Moreover, owls are more special birds. They don’t make any sound when they flap their wings, so the white face When an owl flies at night, people can only see a white flat face moving past silently...

That wouldn't scare Cole that much either.

Cole wiped his face vigorously twice and gestured.

Steven couldn't read it.

That seemed to be a situation that could not be expressed in simple sign language. After Kirby rowed for a long time, Steven still could only shake his head, only knowing that the face on it looked terrible.

"Goo."

The hooting of the owl changed slightly.

The little boy yawned as if he was sleepy: "Okay, I'll go home and sleep obediently."

Then there was a rustling sound, and Steven almost threw the shield with a trembling hand.

He saw that what he thought were dark branches turned out to be two or three black tentacle-like objects entangled together. They firmly wrapped around the child's buttocks, forming a seat that was completely wrapped up to the waist. In this way, even if the little boy tries to somersault, it is impossible to fall.

Now those tentacles put down the little boy and waved at him.

It seems very friendly.

They had investigated the neighborhood before they came, and there was a small farm in the direction the little boy ran away from, and that family did have a child of a similar age.

So the two breathed a sigh of relief, and now only the unknown creature above is left.

Steven was a little concerned about what frightened Cole so much, he saw that Cole suddenly panicked and raised his gun to shoot, and when he regained his senses, Steven looked up at that thing.

Gray and lifeless.

This is Steven's first feeling.