[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

There was a "bang~" gunshot, and the Bombay cat grabbed the paw of the Singaporean cat and rolled a few times violently, hiding in the past. They ran quickly in the sewer, and the scream of the crazy cat came from behind.

The Singaporean cat ran while crying, staggering and falling almost at any time, and muttering why.

Afterwards, she simply stopped running, her whole body was sore, she stood waiting to die, and then she was forced to hide in the corner of the sewer by Sherlock. She was obviously very scared, but she couldn't help sobbing softly.

Lance comforted her softly, but it didn't work. He needed comfort himself, and he could even feel his legs trembling.

"If you want to know how they died, you just shut up."

The Bombay cat looked at the Singaporean cat with a cold, impatient look.

His trouser legs were soaked, and it was obvious that he would continue to suffer from the sticky feeling.

Sherlock's words were very useful, and the Singaporean cat stopped crying immediately, and looked at him with wide round red cat eyes, waiting for his next words.

"Just before I entered the door, I smelled the smell of blood from the side of the gutter. After I entered the door, the smell of blood became stronger. Obviously, the cat not only killed the two cats in the house, but also killed other cats."

The Singaporean cat screamed almost collapsed: "Mom." Lance immediately covered her, feeling her heart tremble several times.

Sherlock took a dissatisfied look at the Singaporean cat, and continued: "After entering the house, I noticed that two cats had died, and one of them was surprised. Obviously, the murderer was a cat that the deceased knew and was close to, so the deceased is very concerned about the murderer. The act was very shocking. The other cat was obviously killed by the murderer because he accidentally bumped into the scene of the accident. He wanted to imply something before he died. One struggled and moved in one direction. Obviously it failed in the end, I think You should know this best."

"It's my brother. Our underground cat is often infested by underground mice. Whenever mice sneak into our house, we will hide outside for a while." (Are you sure you are a cat?)

"So, our family agreed to put a white flag on the window in case of danger."

Lance asked, "Does that crazy cat know?"

The Singaporean cat shook her head and said: "No, she doesn't know, she was adopted by our family, just half a year ago, and we lived in peace in the past two years, there were no mice, so we didn't mention the white flag .”

"The one you mentioned - the Singaporean cat - should be more properly called a dwarf cat. Mature pussy."

"If I remember correctly, underage cats here are forbidden to have sex. As an adult cat, it is very common to be dissatisfied during estrus."

"Some dwarf cats may become perverted, and your sister—the deep well ice cat is obviously one of them."

"If I'm not mistaken, that cat has been a very harmonious presence in your domestic life."

The Singaporean cat nodded excitedly.

"It's trying to please you and make you let your guard down."

"Then what is her purpose?" Singapore darkened her eyes, and her cat's scratches were wet from its tears.

Sherlock cast a deep glance at her as if he liked to see the mentally retarded, and mocked with a little disdain: "You still don't know what her purpose is?"

When he said this, he was like a tsundere king, standing high above all the cats, and mocking the restless cats as a group of mentally retarded, lowering the IQ of the entire kingdom.

The Singaporean cat still looked confused, Sherlock continued: "That cat suffers from ecstasy, she tried to seduce your father, but she failed. Her attitude just now was not panicked at all, even It can be said that for the sake of proficiency, obviously your family is not the first one to be harmed by it."

"Your father rejected her seduction, which caused her to become angry and kill him. This is a very normal thing." Sherlock looked at Lance with an unbelievable expression, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

The gunshot rang out again, he frowned, and said coldly: "I'll lure it away, you run back while it's not paying attention, she won't guess that you will run back."

Garfield: "Then what do you do?"

"I'll meet up with you."

Gunshots kept ringing in my ears, and I felt that the entire sewer was shaking a few times.

The cold wind blew, and they couldn't help shivering.

"One, two, three, run..."

"Sir, we can't abandon him." Singapore Cat said anxiously.

In desperation, Garfield had to forcibly pull the poor cat away.

Sherlock appeared in front of the crazy cat very calmly, and saw that the crazy cat smiled and was about to pick up the gun and shoot him.

"Don't you want to know where they are?"

Sherlock said coldly: "I told you, you let me go."

Crazy Cat laughed wildly in disdain, but finally agreed to him unexpectedly.

"They left the sewer and went to the human world."

Before Sherlock could finish speaking, Crazy Cat raised his gun and fired at him. "Do you think I will believe your nonsense?"

"You don't have to believe me, but the upper world is the safest place, isn't it? Otherwise you think they would go there?"

Sherlock rolled over and dodged a bullet. He said this only to mislead her, and then they retreated to the corner. On top of it was the cover of the sewer. He might be safe if he went up, but..." Bang~" The gunshot rang out again, this time directly hitting his right foot.

The cat stared at Sherlock frantically, and shouted, "Run away! Run away again!" Then it shot Sherlock in the chest mercilessly.

"damn it."

The mad cat's sinister laugh rang through the sewers almost like a howl from hell.

"Has the cat ever told you not to trust the promises of a madman?"

"The last shot, to thank you, I will send you to God." She smiled strangely: "Don't worry, they will come down to accompany you soon."

"Crack~"

Out of bullets, Crazy Cat frowned, threw away the gun in his hand in disgust, and shrugged.

"It's unlucky~" Crazy Cat murmured, "Anyway, you won't live long." After saying that, she left without looking back, but she still had two little ones to deal with.

The wind was blowing wildly in his ears, with a trace of coldness, Sherlock held the blood that was constantly draining from his body, and forced himself to wake up.

"Sherlock, get up."

He seemed to have seen that fat man Mycroft, wearing that drab suit and looking arrogant.

He reprimanded with a sullen face: "Stand up, Sherlock, Holmes doesn't need a weak man who dies in obscurity."

"Stand up, Sherlock."

Sherlock got up from the ground with a hideous face, a claw hanging on the railing, panting desperately.

He squinted, and the fat guy in Mycroft disappeared from his eyes.

"Damn brother."

It hangs its paws on the other railing, and bends its tail to achieve a balance, using the means of self-suggestion to constantly ignore the pain coming from the nerve end.

It gritted its teeth and looked at the last railing with red eyes. "damn it."

He spit out a mouthful of blood, and knocked his head off the well water cover. He was half lying on the ground, looking at the dark sky, panting weakly.

Its chest was undulating, and it was quite embarrassed. Sherlock gritted his teeth and dragged his body forward, but fell down after a few steps. The sky began to drizzle, and cold and hunger invaded his whole body.

Until its weakly closed eyes.

"Wow!" A familiar scream rang in his ears, and he opened his eyes in a daze, and a girl appeared in front of him, it was the violent girl with brain problems, and this kind of thing suddenly appeared in Sherlock's mind explain.

"Hey, dead cat, why are you like this after not seeing you for two days?"

Sherlock lay motionless on the ground in pain and didn't bother to pay attention to the second girl.

"Dead cat, you're not really dead, are you?"

She kicked him as if, and Sherlock felt his liver hurt.

"Get out." He didn't have the energy to deal with her at all, don't think he didn't know that this girl had unreasonable thoughts about his hair.

"Hey, kitten, if you want to be so arrogant, I can be your savior, okay?" He said, as if he didn't think Sherlock's injury was serious, he mended his foot, which made Sherlock cough in pain.

Having said that, the girl still hugged the Bombay cat in front of her and murmured, "You are lucky to meet me."

Bai Qi suddenly smiled sinisterly and said, "If you weren't good-looking, I wouldn't have time to talk to you!"

Inexplicably poisonous tongue.

Then she started talking to herself, completely ignoring whether Sherlock was listening.

Although the girl seemed so unreliable, she still took Sherlock with her. Knowing that the bloody smell on the cat could easily attract Loss, she didn't think about abandoning it.

Wherever she went, a group of zombies were harvested like rice.

In the end, by mistake, Sherlock was brought to the National Research Institute. There were no pharmacies nearby, and the National Research Institute was the only place with medicine.

"You must hold on, don't die."

The girl murmured, and tightened the cat in her arms with some worry.

"Mycroft?" Olos found that McCoff was gone when she woke up. Could it be that she collected substances?

She got up and took the kitchen knife, feeling that she had slept and felt full of experience.

"There's no better feeling than this."

She put her bag on her back and listened carefully to the movement outside. The zombies seemed to have left, so she opened a gap tentatively.

It was true that there were no zombies. She looked around, but she couldn't find McCoff. She frowned subconsciously and tightened the kitchen knife in her hand.

He called softly, "Macrof?"

No one responded to her.

The author has something to say: the end of the next chapter is over, and the daily life begins~