Bandage fine tricks

When the cloak that blocked the vision was taken off, Hachimao narrowed his eyes, and the vertical pupils automatically adjusted the light to make the vision clear in the shortest possible time.

"Click." The door was closed by the black-haired boy behind him, and the heating was turned on in the room. He hung the cloak on the hanger at the door, put on his indoor shoes, and walked in with the cat wrapped in a towel.

The little Hachimao, who was tightly wrapped in a towel and only showed a cat's head: "Meow meow! Meow meow!" Let me go!If you don't let me go, I'm going to bite!I'm super fierce!

The black-haired boy doesn't understand cat language, but he is surprisingly good at guessing cats' moods: "I'll let you go later, but I have to dry your hair first, or you'll get sick."

I dont understand! ! !

Xiaobamao is so tired: "Meow..." I'm really fierce, I'm just hungry and I don't have the strength to attack you...

Suddenly lost energy, what's wrong?

The black-haired boy was puzzled and thought for a while. He dug out a chicken and egg sandwich from the refrigerator. When he saw the little black cat's eyes lit up, he understood: Oh, I'm hungry.

Picking out the chicken and sun-dried eggs in the sandwich, he looked at the sauce on the chicken, put the chicken down, and picked up the sun-dried eggs close to Mao Mao's head.

When it was still some distance away from the cat towel roll, the kitten, who was tied up in the towel like a rolling log, tried very hard to stretch its neck to bite the egg, causing its body wrapped in the towel to shrink back and forth. That picture reminded the black-haired boy of a caterpillar inexplicably.

Mmm, cat bugs.

The little black cat eats very fast. After a few mouthfuls, half of the sun egg is gone, and after a few more mouthfuls, most of the egg is gone. After watching for a few seconds, only the dot left on the finger is left.

Seems to be really hungry.

The black-haired boy was thoughtful, the little black cat had already eaten the whole sun egg, and even licked his finger.

Um, acting like a baby, he... Before he had time to think about it, he felt his finger being bitten.

The little black cat that was biting his finger let out a low, menacing roar from its throat. It looked over with brown and green pupils, and its face was full of threats of "let go of me or I will bite you".

The black-haired boy: "...Pfft!"

Little black cat: "Meow!!!" Why are you laughing!Seriously threatening!If you don't let go of her, she will really bite down! ! !

The black-haired boy slightly moved his bitten fingertips - that's not really accurate, at least in his opinion, it's not so much biting, it's more like grinding his teeth with his fingers in his mouth, but he controlled his strength , not heavy, not even worn out.

Even if you take it out, you can see a little red mark at most.

"You should just bite it down, Katyusha." He said softly, ignoring the little black cat's expression of resistance, and put it into his arms together with the towel, "When you decide to attack, you should make the other party pay in blood. Otherwise, it will only be treated as a joke and will not be taken to heart."

No matter how angry you are, you will be modest and will not hurt people. This is an excellent standard for domestic pets, but it should not be a wild animal. It can be used in the "Haiyan" blizzard-it should have been a storm but it turned directly due to the cold weather. It became a blizzard—Katyusha, who survived without any injuries in the range, obviously has a survival instinct beyond the average animal. She should be the top predator in her territory, but now she seems to be restrained It's the same as being aggressive, obviously very angry but still careful not to hurt people...

What kind of method did Katyusha's previous owner use to restrain the minions of a top predator, so that even though she kept her fangs and sharp teeth, she still would not launch fatal attacks on other creatures? Wounding attack?

Thinking of this, he frowned unobtrusively, but quickly let go.

It doesn't matter, he will teach Katyusha to get back her instincts.

All creatures who dare to provoke her should have the consciousness to pay the price of blood, so that she will not be hurt by those weak enough to be knocked over by her paw-he will teach Katyusha that.

The little black cat biting his finger had jumped out of the towel with its front paws, and was holding his hand with its two front paws, grinding its teeth with his fingers.

The strength is very deterrent, but still very careful not to hurt him.

"Do you still want to eat?" The black-haired boy did not pull out his bitten finger in a hurry, but picked up the chicken slice with the other hand, and after rubbing off as much sauce as possible on the bread, put it on the The little black cat asked.

The little black cat looked at the finger that was bitten by itself, then at the chicken next to it, let go without hesitation, pushed away the hand that was still holding it with its front paws very disgustingly, and hugged it quite neatly The hand with the chicken started to nibble on the chicken.

The black-haired boy untied the towel that still wrapped half of the little black cat's body, and began to wipe her hair.

Because the hair on her body was wrapped up before drying, and now she struggled to get it out by herself, the originally soft and smooth hair showed the effect of a large piece of fried hair, and the upside-down fried hair looked horrible.

After wiping it half dry, he took out the hair dryer from the house, plugged it in and turned on the hair dryer, and then watched the reaction of the little black cat: the sound of the fan operating made it flick the tips of its ears while it was concentrating on eating, The expression is also a little impatient, but there is no sign of fleeing, and it seems that it is just a little disgusted by the sudden noise, but after the initial discomfort, this negative emotion quickly disappears.

Not afraid of the hair dryer either.

The black-haired boy silently remembered that just at this moment, the little black cat had also finished eating the meat, and was licking its mouth and staring at his finger, suspiciously thinking whether to bite it or not.

Maybe it felt that it was useless, so it turned its head simply, and even let go of the paws holding his hand, and automatically walked under the open hair dryer, raised its head, and let the wind of the hair dryer blow the hair around her neck.

The black-haired boy's eyes flickered, he turned down the power, moved the blower a little to refer to the comb, and started blowing the cat's fur from its back.

During this period, he avoided the area around the neck without any trace, and was very careful not to touch that part.

When the fur on the whole body was dry, the thin little black cat suddenly turned into a ball again.

"Meow!" The little Hachimao, who was in a much better mood without the sticky feeling, swung his tail, and the elongated tone was full of joy that couldn't be concealed.

The black-haired boy put away the hair dryer, tried to touch Mao Mao's head but was avoided, he didn't mind, pointed at himself, and said, "Fyodor, Fedya."

Xiaobamao tilted his head in doubt: "Meow?"

"Katyusha." He pointed at the little black cat, and then at himself, "Fedya."

Got it, it's his name!

Little Hachimao: "Meow!" Fei Jia!

The tone is different from the tone just now... The black-haired boy thought to himself, but his tone slowed down: "Fei Jia."

"Meow!" Fei Jia!

After repeating this several times, Fyodor, who noticed that the little black cat was getting impatient, stopped the behavior of teaching the cat to talk, which seemed very stupid to outsiders.

There was almost no change in the tone of the call in the next few times. It seems that in Katyusha's "language library", that is her name... Keeping this in mind, the black-haired boy stood up and said, "I'll change my clothes, Katyusha Sha, you can play in your room for a while."

He still has the same blood-stained clothes, although he doesn't care much, but the blood doesn't dry well in winter, and he doesn't want to rub his own blood on Katyusha's hair again.

When it gets dirty, he has to wash it.

Although Katyusha doesn't seem to resist the water, it's not good for her to wash too much.

He only understood the word "Katyusha" in one sentence, and knew that it was talking to himself. Hachimao tilted his head in confusion until he saw the black-haired boy take off his shirt and reveal his thin body wrapped in bandages. It was only later that she realized the meaning of what he said to her just now: Oh, it's about changing clothes... um...

This gummy bear is for boys.

Because the other party's appearance is too outstanding, and the hair is slightly long, it has an indistinguishable effect, so that it is clearly judged from the smell that this is a boy, but the little eight cats ignore this subconsciously: "........."

Before the other party took off, the little black cat turned its head nonchalantly, and walked out of the room with graceful catwalks.

The cat's meat pad is a big killer.

This is not to say that most human beings find it hard to resist the feel of a cat’s pad, but it means that when a cat wants to leave quietly, the pad ensures that human beings will not be able to hear the cat’s claws. The sound of falling to the ground.

The black-haired boy was deeply touched by this: he just turned around to put his clothes on and put on a shirt, and when he turned his head again, Katyusha, who was squatting on the side just now, disappeared.

"Where did you go..." The young man who changed into loose home clothes muttered, and slowly searched the house.

He is not worried about finding it: this is the safe house he has prepared for himself. The Russian winter ensures that even if the doors and windows are closed, the neighbors will not be suspicious. As long as the door is locked, there is no second exit from this house.

But after searching for more than an hour and still not finding Katyusha, the black-haired boy stood in the hallway, staring at the door that seemed to be locked, lost in thought.

Around the door lock there are some less obvious signs of being scratched by some kind of animal.

When he locked the door more than an hour ago, there were no such traces.

It was Katyusha who did it.

...Could it be that she really ran out?

Unlike the "safe houses" in most film and television works, the safe houses in reality do not have the possibility of "everything is equipped with all kinds of equipment, all the beautiful bodyguards are equipped, and banknotes and gold bullion are available at any time". They seem to be ordinary Houses with no characteristics are the most common but the most easily overlooked is their biggest feature.

The same goes for the safehouse the brunette has prepared for himself: decor perfectly in keeping with the style and age of its neighborhood, with old-school door and window locks—meaning it's easy to pick.

Although he made some changes to the inside of the door lock to make it difficult to open, it also has the function of "once it is opened by someone, there will be traces", but if you want to see these traces clearly, you have to open the door. OK.

He knew that Katyusha was too smart for a cat, but...

Staring at the door lock for a while, the black-haired boy didn't move it, but turned and left.

Along the entrance corridor to the innermost room, he pressed his finger on the door lock, the faint light swept across his fingerprints from the crack of the lock, and then there was a slight sound of the buckle snapping open, he pushed the door open and walked in .

This is a small room about ten square meters in size. There are two rows of electronic boxes with flashing lights on both sides - people who know how to recognize it can recognize it as a server.

The ground is full of messy lines, meandering, and seven or eight screens of different sizes are placed on the wide table that occupies most of the room. The scene in the room.

The black-haired boy came to the table and sat down. He reached out and opened the flip of the closed laptop on the table. After clicking an icon on the table, several divided small screens appeared in front of him. Progress bar, pull the time to the time when you start changing clothes in the screen.

The little black cat in the surveillance screen flicked its tail, took advantage of turning around in the screen, turned around silently, and quietly "flowed" out through the cracked door—— The black-haired boy recalled Katyusha's figure in the bath, and once again sighed silently about the abundance of her hair.

He then switched the screen, this time showing the camera in the corridor, which was showing Katyusha coming out of the room. She looked around, seemed to be confirming the direction, and quickly ran to the door.

Couldn't it be that Katyusha ran out... The black-haired boy subconsciously began to bite his finger, blood was dripping on his thumb soon, he wiped it carelessly, and switched the camera to the entrance.

The little black cat appeared near the carpet in the entrance, and jumped to the handle of the door through the side cabinet, scratched and pulled a few times with its paws, and then jumped down—after the little black cat jumped down, the black-haired boy with sharp eyes Suddenly, he saw the traces that he had just seen appeared near the door lock.

Recalling Katyusha's casual attitude when she pulled the door lock just now and the appearance that she didn't put much effort into it, the black-haired boy refreshed his judgment on Katyusha's force in his heart: it was sharper than he expected...

But since she didn't open the lock, then...could it be...

The black-haired boy faintly had some kind of guess, which was confirmed when the little black cat that jumped down did not run away but jumped onto the cabinet on the other side again:

On this cabinet was the white Cossack cap that he had just taken off after he came back. Katyusha stretched out a paw to lift up the Cossack cap after jumping on it, got in, and put her tail in properly. The shadow formed by the black cloak and the white Cossack hat, as well as her pure black fur color, she perfectly hid herself in the black shadow, making her passerby who clearly saw the hat see her as part of the shadow...

If he had just opened the door to confirm, Katyusha, who was hidden in the hat, would have jumped out the moment he opened the door, and would never be able to catch it again—the black-haired boy was very conscious of the gap between his own nerve reaction speed and that of cats. cognition.

The teenager who was cheated by a cat almost capsized in the gutter calmly returned to the hallway. Before the little black cat, which was still pretending to be a shadow, could react, he carried her back to the room with her hat and cat in his arms, and then found out from the closet. He took off a ruff collar made of white lace, and quickly put it on for the still dazed little black cat.

Seeing himself in the mirror with pure black hair and a circle of white around his neck, Xiaobamao couldn't believe it:

Why does Fei Jia like to wear strange and colorful scarves for her just like her parents! ?

Do all human beings in the world like to wear scarves for cats that she doesn't like at all!