"Alright. Tell me, what do you want?" The boy squatting on the ground looked at the gray cat without getting up.
"I'm going to your house for fish balls."
Huimao's tone sounded like it was perfectly reasonable. The boy really wanted to shove the cat into the trash can.
"You want to freeload at my house? I'm sorry, but I'm poor. You'll have to pay if you really want to go, "said the boy.
Wheeze's ears twitched when it heard that he had to pay, "How much?"
"Depends on how much you eat. I'll give you a discount. One MB dollar for one fish ball. What do you think?"
Huimao compared the difference between the fish balls and the fish biscuits he'd eaten before and decided that it was a good deal.
"Fine! Someone will come and pay for it later. "
The boy looked at Huimao's determined expression and shook his head. He was probably waiting for the cat's owner to pay. He stood up helplessly and asked, "What's your name?"
If no one came to pay at that time, they could just send out a notice and forget about it.
"My name is Huu …" Huimao was about to tell the boy his real name when he suddenly remembered that Silin had told him that he should keep a low profile now that he was a celebrity in the industry. Huimao paused for a moment before continuing, "My nickname is Wheeze. What about you? "
The boy glanced at the fat cat in front of him. A cat even has a nickname …
"I'm Tesoro."
Tesoro grabbed his bag and walked back to his house. Huimao bounced along behind him.
On the other side, Silin and Moon had collected some information and done a general scan of the planet. They did find some residue on the black box, but it was very small and was located near the town. They didn't find anything else.
Silin finally managed to collect some of the residue, but it was so old that he could only gather limited information. The only thing he knew was that the black box wasn't on the planet. But Silin had a feeling that the planet would give him a key piece of information if he wanted to find the black box. As for what that key piece of information was, Silin hadn't figured it out yet.
"The time when these remnants left the black box is not fixed. Some are from seven to eight hundred years ago, while others are from less than a hundred years ago. Moreover, the amount was different. There was more residue from more than 700 years ago, but because the residue was too little, it was still uncertain what was going on. Oh, I also detected some extremely weak signals, I need time to further analyze the location. "A 'Yue sent the information to Silin and said.
Cillin rubbed his chin as he stared at the statistics displayed on the screen. Although he still couldn't understand why this was happening, it was a good sign to be able to detect the residue that had fallen off the black box. At the very least, it could be considered a clue.
If he could find the black box, he could save more time. Otherwise, if he were to rely solely on those people's research, even if he could return to the League of Stars, he would be too old.
Silin was deep in thought when he suddenly received a message from Huimao.
"Silin, someone invited me to eat fish balls. I won't go over for now!"
Based on Silin's understanding of Huimao, it wasn't easy to tell how trustworthy the word "invite" was.
Not long after, Huimao sent him another message.
"You can come and pay for me when the time comes. One fish ball for one MB coin!"
Silin stared at the message on his communicator and thought, I knew it. I wonder which unlucky bastard Huimao is messing with me.
After checking Wheeze's current location, Cillin decided to ignore it for the time being. He continued to process the data he obtained and analyze the residue further. Meanwhile, A 'Yue and a few sampling robots went deeper into the black box to investigate the residue.
Huimao followed Tesoro to a residential area. The houses here looked old and similar to Old Man Chang's, except that the average living space here was slightly larger and more spacious.
Tesoro's three-story house looked a little shabby from the outside. It looked like three old houses stacked on top of each other.
Tesoro took out a key card, inserted it, pulled, but the door didn't open. He pulled again, but the door still didn't open.
Bang!
Tesoro kicked the door and pulled again. The door shook twice and opened.
Huimao stared at the open door and sighed. I can't believe I kicked the door.
But before Huimao could express his thoughts, a rotten smell hit Huimao's face and almost made him collapse on the floor.
"Hey, old man, did you lose control of your bowels?" Tesoro shouted while covering his nose.
"Shut up! I'm making pickles!" A hoarse voice came from the kitchen. The words weren't clear, and it sounded like the person was holding something in his mouth.
"Who still eats that stuff these days?" Tesoro said disdainfully.
A broken shoe flew at him. "Go do the laundry!"
Tesoro calmly dodged the shoe. "Didn't you say you'd fix the washing machine when you have time?"
"I don't have time! Don't disturb my pickles! Also, treat your wounds after the fight. It'll be a waste of money if you get infected and have to go to the hospital again. "
Strangely enough, the person knew that Tesoro had fought without coming out to check.
"Got it. Go ahead and pickle the vegetables!" Tesoro said impatiently as he headed upstairs.
The kitchen door opened, and a rather unkempt middle-aged man with unkempt hair and an apron with suspicious yellow stains stood at the kitchen door. He had a cigarette in his mouth, so his words weren't very clear.
The middle-aged man frowned when he saw Tesoro going upstairs. "Why are you playing truant again? I'm paying you to go to school, not to play truant … Huh? Where did this fat cat come from? This meat can be sold for a lot of money. "
"Go do your pickles. I'm going to use the kitchen later!" Tesoro said without looking back.
The middle-aged man sized up Huimao and snorted. He then went back to pickling.
Huimao followed Tesoro upstairs to Tesoro's room. The room wasn't big, but it was clean and tidy. Unlike the man's usual style, everything was neatly arranged.
After entering the room, Tesoro skillfully treated his wounds. They were only superficial wounds. His lungs and bones weren't hurt.
Tesoro lay down on the bed right after he was done. Huimao couldn't help but ask, "How much longer do we have to wait?"
"We have to wait for that old man to finish pickling his vegetables. Do you want to eat fish balls with pickled vegetables?"
Huimao shook his head hard.
"Then let's wait. It won't be too long. I just need a nap." Tesoro closed his eyes and rested.
He really didn't want to go to school. Those people wouldn't let him have a peaceful time. They would always find excuses to fight him. Fighting was one thing, but he hated it when people called him a "bastard" or a "bastard". Tesoro couldn't help but beat them up.
Besides, what did commoners like them need education for? Only those who wanted to be slaves to nobles would go to school. Commoners living in this area wouldn't waste time and money to send their children to school.
Tesoro was annoyed when he thought about it. He rested his head on his arm and tried to forget about it so he could have a good sleep.
Wheeze was crouching on top of the cabinet. It had slept for a long time on the spaceplane, and it couldn't sleep right now. But it was also bored, so it went to Tesoro's room to look for something to play with and pass the time.
Tesoro felt someone poking him in the face. Tesoro was usually on high alert when he was outside, but he would only relax when he was home. Tesoro's current state was that of being at home, so he didn't make any reflex attacks. When he opened his eyes, he saw the fat cat slapping his face with its paw.
"What's up?"
Tesoro yawned. Something was wrong. He looked again and saw a one-meter-long square box behind Huimao. The box was already open.
Tesoro sat up straight and took the box. He checked its contents and heaved a sigh of relief when he found that it wasn't damaged or missing.
"You're not allowed to play with this," Tesoro said and tried to hide the box.
"Don't hide it. I have a question for you." Huimao stopped Tesoro from closing the box and pointed at a knife inside. "Is this yours?"
The box was filled with miniaturized weapons. There were knives, spears, sticks, and sticks, but they were different from ordinary weapons.
"It's just a toy model. Why are you asking? "Tesoro was puzzled.
Huimao pointed at the khaki-colored folding knife again. "Did you buy it or was it a gift?"
"None of your business!" Tesoro snapped, but he sounded a little weak.
Ignoring the fat cat, Tesoro closed the box and was about to hide it again when he paused and looked at Huimao. "Why are you interested in it? I can make one for you if you like it. But the price will be different. "
"Why would I want a model? It's not as good as a real knife." Huimao thought for a moment and said, "There's a scratch on your model."
"A scratch?" Tesoro opened the box again. "Where?"
Huimao pointed at a spot on the khaki-colored knife. "Here."
"Oh, it's already here." Tesoro was relieved that Huimao was only pointing at a spot that looked like a scratch on the knife.
Huimao pestered Tesoro with more questions about the model. Eventually, Tesoro was annoyed and told him that the model was made by his father as a toy when he was young. Tesoro lied to his father and told him that he had thrown them away, which made his father so angry that he beat him up. In fact, Tesoro had been hiding the model all this time.
Tesoro hid the box and threatened Huimao not to tell anyone about it. If he did, he wouldn't give Huimao any fish balls. Huimao lowered his head and curled his tail in an arc. He slowly swung it back and forth.
If Silin had seen Huimao's reaction, he would have known that the cat was plotting against him again.
When Tesoro's sloppy father was finally done with the pickling, Tesoro took out the leftover fish balls he had made two days ago. He counted ten fish balls, put them on a plate, and handed them to Huimao, who was squatting next to the table.
It was almost dinnertime. Tesoro made some simple preparations for dinner and put it on the table. His father was already sitting calmly with his legs crossed, waiting for dinner.
At dinnertime, Huimao was eating his third plate of fish balls. Every now and then, Huimao would poke Tesoro's sloppy father. Although the pickling was done, the man still smelled sour and rotten. But that wasn't what Huimao was paying attention to.
While Huimao was poking Tesoro's sloppy father, both Tesoro and his father were staring at Huimao. They didn't expect such a small cat to eat so much. What kind of stomach did he have?
"What are you looking at, little fat cat? Keep staring and I'll sell you!" said the sloppy father as he picked his teeth.
After finishing the last fish ball on his plate, Huimao licked his paws and wiped his mouth. He then looked at his father. "Were you a soldier?"
The man who was picking his teeth absentmindedly paused and narrowed his eyes. Although there was still a hint of a smile on his face, Tesoro knew that his father's knife was about to reach out to him.
Ignoring Tesoro's look, Huimao continued licking his paws. "You know Tu Ba?"
Shing —
Five knife-like fingers pressed against Huimao. Those were the special bones on Tesoro's father's fingers. He was a half-mutant.
Tesoro, on the other hand, had a quarter of mutant blood in him. This was why many people thought that Tesoro was' dirty '. Whenever mutants were involved, people would look down on them and they would have to endure hostility and ostracism.
It only took a moment for the five special bones to press against Huimao's round head. It was clear that this man wasn't as sloppy as he looked. Right now, the man's eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if he would kill Huimao again if he said anything.
If this person was like a sloppy worm a moment ago, then he was like a lion that was about to start hunting.
He was still the same man who smelled like pickles, but anyone who stood in front of him would feel the bloodthirst and murderous aura.
However, Huimao calmly licked his paws as if he didn't see it. He had seen Tu Ba's folding knife before. The scratches on the knife were actually Tu Ba's personal markings. If he hadn't met Tu Ba at Black Viper's test site, Huimao wouldn't have known about this.
Shusag stared at the cat who was still licking its paws calmly. He didn't know if the cat was calm or slow. But after waiting for a long time, the cat was still licking its paws and wiping its face, completely ignoring him. Shusag couldn't wait any longer.
"How do you know Tu Ba?" Shusag's five special bones were still pressed against Huimao, and his other hand was secretly signing to Tesoro in a language that only he and Tesoro could understand.
Tesoro had mixed feelings when he saw Shusag's secret code, but he still backed away obediently and left the matter to his father to handle. He didn't expect to bring back not only a glutton but also a huge problem.
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