The smell of decay.
In a dark alley in front of it, there was a strong smell of decay, like the smell of rotting rats in the sewers.
Old Time Tea knew it had arrived at its destination.
Its chest was rising and falling rapidly, and hot air was coming out of its throat.
It knew it was getting old, and its body was not as strong as it used to be, just like the song said.
[The breeze laughs,
Makes me feel lonely,
But I still have my pride in the evening.]
Now was not the time to feel sad. Old Time Tea used its frequent breathing to expel excess heat from its body, and its heartbeat gradually returned to normal.
It did not choose to enter the alley through the flat road. As a cat, of course, it was safer to walk on the wall.
Standing on the wall at the entrance of the alley, it carefully looked at the alley.
Dirty water was everywhere, and garbage was everywhere. The strong smell became the natural umbrella of this alley. Ordinary people would not deliberately come here even if they passed by.
There were no street lights.
It raised its head. It was not that there were no street lights, but that the street lights were all smashed.
The alley was dark, but it was not a problem for Old Time Tea.
Through its special ultraviolet vision, it found that there were traces of fresh cat urine in this alley, and there was more than one. An alley that could scare away humans was a paradise for stray cats.
A fat rat squeezed out from the gap of the sewer fence, squeaking and sniffing around. It seemed that there was no danger, so it immediately jumped to the piles of black garbage bags, bit open the bags, and looked for food.
Old Time Tea was about to move forward, but it suddenly heard a slight rustling sound, so it stopped.
A black cat quietly appeared from a dead corner of the alley, its eyes staring at the rat. It had probably been hiding in the dead corner for a long time, and finally its prey appeared.
It gently lifted its paw, and quietly put its foot down. The black cat almost didn't make a sound, and slowly approached the rat from behind. Half of the rat's head was in the garbage bags. It seemed to have found something delicious, and it was chewing on it.
The black cat was close enough. It suddenly jumped, and its two paws pressed on the rat's head and body.
The rat squeaked in fear, and kept swinging its tail, but its fate was sealed.
After watching this scene, Old Time Tea jumped again, and moved deeper into the alley.
The black cat was startled by the sound of Old Time Tea's robe. It loosened its paws, thinking that a competitor was coming. The mouse wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but the black cat grabbed its tail and slammed it against the wall, causing it to faint.
Old Time Tea changed from leaping forward and backward to jumping left and right as it carefully observed its surroundings.
There must have been some inhabitants in the alleys, for several houses were dimly lit. Why did they choose to live here? Was it because they had no money, or because birds of a feather flock together?
A very narrow three-story building appeared in his field of vision. Rather than calling it a building, it was more like a lookout, squeezed in between two low-rise bungalows.
Qing Ren Consulting Firm.
The lights in the small building were completely dark. Old Time Tea listened carefully, but couldn't hear anything. It was as quiet as a tomb.
Old Time Tea jumped down from the wall and walked around the front door of the building.
It sniffed carefully.
There's no mistaking it, it's here!
There was a smell of red-eyed rats in the gutter.
The front door was a metal security door. It stretched out its claws and inserted the tip of its claws into the gap. The door was locked tightly and could not be opened.
It didn't matter. Even if it could open the front door, it wasn't going to use the front door.
The door was pushed outwards. Old Time Tea thought about it, turned around, and went back into the alley. It found a piece of wood that was more than half a meter long from a nearby rooftop. It was the kind of wood leftover from handmade furniture. The wood was soft, perfect for this purpose.
Old Time Tea stuck its claws into the wood, went back to the front door, measured the angle, and used a small pit on the ground to hold the door slanted with the piece of wood. Old Time Tea kicked it hard and fixed the piece of wood in place.
It was like catching a turtle in a jar. If there were people in the small building, even if they wanted to escape, they wouldn't be able to escape from the front door.
The sound of the wood rubbing against the metal door was harsh in the silent alley.
Old Time Tea listened carefully again, but there was still no movement in the small building.
It jumped onto the wall and went around to the side of the small building.
A sewage pipe extended from the top of the building to the ground.
The sewage pipe was made of plastic and was fixed to the outside wall with a rusty iron ring.
Old Time Tea jumped, grabbed the pipe, and quickly arrived at the top of the building.
There were all kinds of garbage and waste on the top of the building. There was a small door that led to the top of the building.
Old Time Tea looked at it. The difference between the top of the building and the nearby houses wasn't big. If someone was desperate and mastered some cushioning techniques, they could jump from the top of the building to the surrounding rooftops.
The small door was made of thin iron, and it was locked from the inside.
Old Time Tea used the same method and pushed some waste to block the small door.
I'll leave you with no path to heaven and no door to hell.
Old Time Tea stood on the top of the building, looking at the deep alley, thinking about whether it had missed anything.
A few seconds later, it jumped from the top of the building!
In the blink of an eye, it had fallen to the same height as the window on the third floor.
Old Time Tea swung its tail, exerted strength from its waist, and adjusted its center of gravity and direction. It stretched out its claws, grabbed the window sill on the third floor, and pulled itself up.
Squatting on the window sill, it looked into the room through the glass.
The room was dark, but with Old Time Tea's eyes, it could roughly make out what was going on.
If someone looked out of the window at this time, they would be scared to death by Old Time Tea's yellow eyes.
There was no sign of human activity. It seemed like the building was empty.
Old Time Tea raised its claws and quickly tapped on the glass.
Crash!
The glass was smashed. Most of the glass fell into the room along the direction of the force, but a small part splashed outside, rolled on the ground, and shattered for a second time.
This caused quite a commotion.
Even if there were people sleeping in the building, they would have woken up after hearing the noise.
Old Time Tea didn't rush into the building. It continued to squat on the window sill and look around.
The few residents in the alley had probably mastered some survival skills. Hearing the sound of glass breaking, not only did no one go out to see what was going on, but they all turned off the lights in their houses.
The alley became dark.
It was still quiet inside the building.
Old Time Tea used its claws to poke away the remaining glass on the window frame. It rolled up the sleeves of its jacket and wrapped them around its two front claws. After cleaning up the broken glass on the inner window sill, it crawled into the building.
In fact, when the glass was broken, it was 100% sure that there was no one in the room. There was only a faint human smell, which meant that the building was empty.
This was an office. The owner didn't leave in a hurry. Before he left, he cleaned up the room. He even swept the floor and wiped the table, like a model tenant.
Seeing this scene, Old Time Tea was sure of two things. First, there were no clues here. Second, the opponent must be an old fox or a young fox.
It wasn't right to say that there were no clues, because the most obvious place was the center of the desk. There were some documents placed neatly, as if they were waiting for someone to read them. Old Time Tea was worried that it was a trap.
Old Time Tea walked around the room from the outside to the inside. It looked like it was plowing the ground, looking for any possible clues or traps. Under the sofa, in the flower pots, on the coat rack, it didn't miss a single detail.
When it was searching, it used its claws to find out if there were any traps or hidden compartments under the floor.
Finally, it came to the desk after a fruitless search.
It first checked the bottom of the desk to see if there were any hidden traps.
There were none. Everything was normal.
It jumped to the corner of the desk. Other than the documents in front of it, there wasn't even a piece of paper in the whole room. It stretched out one of its front claws and carefully and gently hooked the documents in front of it.
The handwriting on the top piece of paper was not handwritten. It was typed by something called a printer in a pet shop.
"I don't know who found this place first. Was it the police, or someone or something else? But when you see this piece of paper, I will have already left the city, so don't bother looking for me. There is no personal grudge between us. This is just a normal business transaction. Someone paid, and I provided the service. That's all.
"I'm just a nobody. I'm just making a living through this kind of business. It's not worth your time and energy to fight for someone like me. There are many people like me all over the world. There is no end to them. As the saying goes — no business, no harm. Where there is demand, there is a market.
"Of course, these words won't calm you down. I understand. I haven't failed many times, and this is not the first time I've failed. If it's not that the minions are too weak, then it's that you are too strong. I always have the highest respect for those who can defeat me. So, the documents under this piece of paper are your trophies. I hope they can calm you down. "
"If you insist on tracking me, I will also feel that it is very troublesome."
Signed by Qing Ren.
Old Time Tea moved the piece of paper away. The documents below seemed to be records of calls and conversations. There was also a small plastic block, similar to the USB flash drive that Zhang Zian used to print things.
Qing Ren thought these things could calm the visitor down. Old Time Tea wondered if it should believe him.
In the direction of the alley, police sirens sounded.
Old Time Tea jumped back to the window and saw several police cars blocking the alley.
The constables were here.
Old Time Tea crumpled the first piece of paper and put it in the pocket of its vest. When it was about to leave through the window, it suddenly saw a banner hanging on the wall. There were two lines of poetry written on it.
If I become the Qing Emperor, the peach blossoms will bloom with me.
Old Time Tea snorted coldly. Its tone was not small.
It jumped into the air, stretched out its claws, and cut the banner in half like a knife cutting tofu. The cut was exactly the word "Qing" in half. The wall was undamaged.
Cars couldn't drive in the alley. The road was dark, so the constables ran in.
Old Time Tea jumped out of the window, hugged the sewage pipe, and slid down. It kicked the wooden bar at the door aside, jumped back onto the wall, and went back to the pet shop. There were friends waiting for it — new friends. Just like the song said,
"The people laugh,
No longer lonely,
The heroic spirit is still there, smiling foolishly.]
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