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Xiao Ba always felt that she was missing something, but she couldn't find what she thought was wrong. After thinking about it, she fell asleep softly against Fyodor—it was very difficult to use her brain. energy consuming.

The devil got used to the instant sleep skill of the kitten Maomao who has been clamoring for his attention recently, picked her up and put her on the bed, changed her to a more comfortable sleeping position, waited for a while, and confirmed She fell into a deep sleep instead of a light sleep like the previous few times, so she walked out of this room with ease and went to the next computer room to continue processing things.

If it was a light sleep, Katyusha would wake up soon, and if no one else was around, then his fate would probably be a little better than when he paid attention to work and ignored her...

Not long after Fyodor left the room, a layer of invisible air rose from the sleeping person. This air surged until it reached the dead corner of the camera, and then it landed and condensed into a solid body. The black cat with different eyes Appearing at the same spot, stretched and yawned, walked forward with half-closed eyes.

The amazing thing is that it didn't even look at where it was going, even a few steps away was a wall, but just before it hit the wall, a black hole appeared in front of it, and the black cat with different pupils was unconscious Stepping in, he walked through the wall without realizing it, and came to the corridor outside.

After crossing all the obstacles encountered on the road several times in the same way, when Xiaobamao, who had walked around in a daze, woke up and finally opened his eyes, he found that he seemed to have arrived... Well, where is this?

She blinked confusedly.

Sigma found that since Dostoevsky picked up the little wild cat he had never seen before, the number of people in the stronghold gradually decreased—of course, this is not a horror story, It's just that Dostoevsky gave new instructions to his subordinates for the next plan, asking them to do all kinds of pre-work for the next plan.

Just like Gogol, he had been lurking beside Vice Minister Dounan three months ago, serving as his secretary, and as an "insignificant person, delivering information from an unknown organization to Vice Minister Dounan"——Sigma had been lucky Seeing Gogol's daily life as a lurker once, I felt that Dostoyevsky was accurate in seeing people: he was as cruel as Deputy Dounan, and only a "clown" like Gogol, whose emotions were different from ordinary people, could pretend to be perfect .

At least Sigma asked himself, if he were to take charge of Gogol’s work, and faced with the humiliation and abuse of Vice-Officer Dounan, he might not be able to resist the actions of Vice-Officer Dounan just like resisting the human traffickers who drove him. ...

Although Dostoevsky's "Rats of the Dead House" didn't have many people in the first place, it's a bit too much to go all over the base and not see a single person. What if a foreign enemy comes at this time... ...Sigma stopped in the corridor on one side, leaning against the wall and couldn't help thinking.

If a foreign enemy came, would it be up to him and Dostoevsky to fight it?

Neither of them are of the force type!

Sigma struggled almost to the wall.

And at this moment, he heard a thin and soft cry.

Meow.

Eh?

cat meow?

How could there be a cat in this base... Hey, could it be the kitten that Dostoevsky mentioned a few days ago that he picked up?

but……

Sigma was taken aback, and identified the direction of the sound. He hesitated and glanced in the direction of the computer room where Dostoyevsky was located, then walked lightly, and looked in the direction of the sound.

It was almost the opposite of the area where Dostoevsky was used to activities. Did Dostoevsky's cat escape, or did some other cat accidentally stray into the base?

Sigma couldn't tell which point it was. He walked in the direction of the sound, turned over a few empty rooms where no one and nothing could hide, and finally found a room full of debris. In the depths of the pile of debris, I saw the little black cat squatting in a small gap in the debris, seemingly not knowing what to do, with a weak, pitiful and helpless black kitten written all over its face.

Sensing someone approaching, it turned its head vigilantly, only then did Sigma realize that this black kitten had heterochromatic eyes, clear light tea brown and emerald-like beautiful deep emerald green, paired with jet black without any variegation The fur makes this long-haired cat look like a little princess who strayed into this world.

"Don't be afraid, I'll save you!" Sigma quickly softened his voice and said, the small gap in the debris is so small that the kitten that seemed to be able to squat on his hand didn't know how to get in, the only one who knew The only thing is that it doesn't seem to be able to get out now. Although the body doesn't seem to be stuck anywhere, there is no passage for it in this gap... Speaking of which, how did it get in?

It may be that he understood his words, or that he would not hurt himself. When Sigma tried to move a heavy object to make a small space for his hand to reach, the kitten did not Avoiding his hand, but staying in place obediently, allowing him to grab it by the back of its neck and pull it out.

I am afraid that if I carry it like this, it will cause problems in the spine—although mother cats often carry their kittens like this, this action is still dangerous for grown-up kittens—as soon as Pu comes out, Sigma immediately uses The other hand held it.

Only then did he realize that it was just an illusion that the cat seemed big: its thick and soft fur was too deceptive.

In fact, it is a kitten that can only be held up by him!

Sigma put the kitten on the ground, let go of his hand and smiled:

"Okay, it's all right now, don't mess around in the future."

The young man's smile was very gentle. The cat with different pupils who was put on the ground squatted on the ground and tilted its head to look at him for a while, then raised one of its front paws, and let out a delicate and weak cry: "Meow..."

"Hey, what's the matter, is the paw injured?" Sigma quickly lay down to look at the raised paw carefully, but unexpectedly, as soon as the face approached, the cat paw slapped it and pressed it on the face.

"Meow!" Little Hachimao carefully put away his paws, and rubbed the cheeks of this young man with half snow white and half lavender hair with the pads of his flesh and the fur on his paw quilt: Idiot, his face is stained with dust!

It looked like no one had been in this room for a long time, and everything was covered with dust. Just now this person moved a lot of things away, and his face was covered with dust.

Sigma was unprepared and his face was covered by the cat's pad. When Xiaobamao put down his paw, he found that the back of the black cat's paw, which was originally pitch black and without any other color, was stained with a bit of unremarkable gray. Finding that it was a bit of dust, and recalling the action of the cat rubbing its paws against his face just now, he was stunned: "Are you wiping the dirt on my face?"

The little eight cat meowed, flicked its tail and walked away: Speaking of which, where is this place?

Why is she in such a place?

Just now I was stuck in the pile of debris and almost couldn't get out - I can get out if I want to, but it seems that I used too much space shuttle in a short distance unconsciously before, which caused the skill CD to be turned for a while , so she had no choice but to stay there and wait for the skill CD, and waited a little depressed before meowing a few times, but she didn't expect to be able to attract someone to save her... Hey, it's a dark history!

In the future, if you meet the person whose hair color is divided into two halves, you must pretend not to know him!

It is impossible for a cat to have a black history!

The little Hachimao walked away with its big tail flicking, leaving Sigma in a daze for a while, before he seemed to come back to his senses, and raised his hand to touch the cheek that the cat had just rubbed against.

Is that... Dostoevsky's cat?

After that, Sigma found himself encountering the little black cat more often in the base.

The terrain of the underground base of the House of the Dead is very complicated. Sigma took a lot of effort to memorize the map to get down smoothly, and the cat that was probably picked up by his colleague Dostoevsky seems to be It is to regard this place as its playground and explore everywhere.

and got stuck.

——Xiao Bamao is very depressed. She woke up recently and found herself in this strange underground.

Her space shuttle could have been able to teleport very long distances, but for some reason, she can only teleport a few meters or even tens of centimeters recently, causing her to often get stuck in inexplicable and strange places, and she will not be able to get out for a while. When meowing, the young man who seems to live in this place will always appear, so punctual that Xiaobamao suspects that he has come to watch his dark history on purpose!

She didn't know that due to the chaos of her own power, the space shuttle was unstable and she couldn't carry out long-distance teleportation. Her current power control can only allow her to move a little distance under the premise of ensuring her own safety (a digression, a certain cat would All the way from the flower planter’s home to the next door in Russia, although a small part of Heihe City itself is very close to the border, but most of it is because she unconsciously used space to shuttle while running...), When Little Hachi was stuck under a certain rusty pipe again, she stretched out her claws angrily and tried to grab the rusty and tattered iron pipe that trapped her, and then was caught by Sigma Raised claws.

She quickly put the claws that were about to pop out into the pads of her flesh - otherwise she would have caught him in his hands.

The sharp claws popped out and closed at an astonishing speed, and Sigma didn't notice it, and grabbed the little black cat's fluffy paws: "Be careful, you may be cut by the iron sheet, and you may be infected with tetanus if you get hurt. Wait a minute and I will remove this iron pipe and rescue you!"

After he finally removed the turning iron pipe and rescued the stuck kitten, Sigma felt that he could no longer just sit idly by: Although he didn't know what Dostoevsky planned, it was just like this I let my cat run around and got stuck and didn't come out to have a look...

Xiao Hachimao, who felt that his black history had been knocked over by this guy, moved his body after coming out, and immediately ran away after confirming that he was fine-just kidding, don't stay here to be reminded of the black history!

Sigma couldn't call it, and planned to take it to see Dostoevsky, but since it ran away, it didn't matter if he went there alone: ​​anyway, of course, you have to be right if you pick up a small animal. It is responsible to the end, how can it be left alone like this...

The half-white, half-lavender-haired young man with a sullen face knocked on the door of the infirmary where Dostoyevsky used to stay recently. He seldom came here, so he didn't know that the door was open. Then, as soon as he knocked, the door opened automatically.

Along the opened distance, Sigma looked in and saw Dostoyevsky sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking a sleeping girl soothingly—it turned out that Dostoevsky hadn’t cared about him recently. The cat I picked up is because of this girl... girl...

Sigma saw the ears on the top of the girl's head, fluffy and moving when Dostoevsky's hand pressed them.

"What's the matter, Sigma?" Hearing the movement at the door, Dostoevsky looked over and asked.

Sigma returned to her senses in a daze: "You... the cat you picked up, is she?"

The devil felt that this description was okay, and nodded: "Is there anything you can do for me?"

That is to say, the little black cat he met was not Dostoyevsky's cat... Sigma shook his head: "It's okay."

Since the cat was not raised by Dostoyevsky, there is no problem, you can take it back and raise it yourself!

Otherwise, if Dostoevsky saw it, he might die.