The meat steak drizzled with sauce, the dark plum pudding, the undressed wheat bread and lemonade, it was dinner, and Sherlock treats.

There was only one serving of the meat chop, Donald ate it in big chunks, while Sherlock digged the pudding with a spoon, and occasionally took a sip of lemonade.

"Will you not be hungry if you only eat pudding?"

Neither of them had lunch, and they were running back and forth and thinking non-stop, Donald used his abilities several times one after another, and both mentally and physically inevitably entered a state of fatigue. This sumptuous free dinner was a timely help.

"This pudding may be more hungry than your steak. I like sweets... It will be dark soon. If you really can't find the clue later, then we will go back and talk to Mr. Eble and you will get off work. Anyway, there is nothing to do today."

Sherlock answered perfunctorily, his attention was obviously distracted, and the spoon kept picking up the pudding and putting his eyes into his mouth, but his eyes kept looking at the surrounding situation.

"Is this appointment just forgot?"

15 gold pounds, you can get 2 gold pounds if you want to share the money, right? Including the 1 gold pound unexpectedly obtained by the mouse-catching family, Sherlock has no intention of sharing the money. This is 3 gold pounds, and the average working class earns only so much a month.

Unfortunately, this commission came here because of the disappearance of the mouse catcher...

Thoughts were interrupted, Donald's eyes stopped outside the restaurant window, and the street lights had just lit up, and small black mosquitoes were flying around it.

Under the street light, a big white cat was wandering next to the trash can outside the restaurant, where some bone and meat soup was thrown away by others. It seemed to be thinking about whether to eat it, and occasionally glanced at the scene in the restaurant.

In the end, it didn't eat any bites of the food that fell on the ground, but just lie on the mailbox next to the street light and lick its fleshy palm.

"What are you doing? This is my dessert... the tableware cannot be taken out."

Sherlock, who was dazed, saw Donald dig a large spoonful of pudding from his plate, then held the lemonade in his hand, and walked out with half of the meat chops.

He said to the guy who wanted to stop him from coming up, got up and chased Donald who had already left. When Sherlock opened the restaurant door, he saw Donald squatting next to the mailbox, pinching the cutlet cut into small pieces and handing it to the cat.

The white cat sat upright on the mailbox and looked at the human in front of Zi. Perhaps judging his thoughts, Donald squatted down in order to show his kindness. The light yellow light of the street light was like a layer of veil on the body of a person and a cat.

"This guy...is quite caring."

Sherlock leaned against the window, his irritable mood improved without any reason, and his eyes were filled with smiles.

The white cat walked around the mailbox, sat down again, looked forward and retracted, staring at the human in front of him. After this, Donald's hand was always holding it, maintaining a safe distance.

Meow ~

With a light call, the white cat finally opened its mouth and bit the meat from Donald's hand. This meant recognition. There was one or two. After a while, the remaining pieces of meat on the plate and a few spoonfuls of pudding all entered the white cat's belly. Donald sucked his fingers covered with sauce and sweet sauce in his mouth.

Then he took a sip of lemonade under the white cat's gaze, then poured some into his hand, reached in front of it, and the latter accepted it happily and drank half a cup of lemonade.

If data is displayed, the white cat should have a favorability +1, +1, +1...

After eating and drinking, the next thing was to do was to do. Donald did not forget what happened on the rooftop yesterday. The white cat in front of him was definitely chasing the mutant mouse at that time.

The mutant rat is very likely to have something to do with the mouse catcher, and this is an opportunity!

"I want to catch the mutant mouse now...there is the one that is so big that it ran off under your hands on the roof yesterday afternoon. Can you find it now?"

While talking and gesturing, Donald could only hope that the white cat could understand what he meant.

"Haha, you actually asked a cat to help you catch mouse people. You won't have telepathy between each other because both catch mice, right?"

Sherlock only knew about what Donald encountered on his rooftop yesterday. Donald's serious look seemed a bit funny to him.

Meow ~

Seeing Donald gesture for nearly five minutes, the white cat turned around and jumped out of the mailbox, staggering towards the nearby street. Donald put the things on the mailbox and chased after him without hesitation.

"You really believe it will take you to find the mutant mouse?"

It would be ridiculous to feed the cat some food and want it to help find the criminal.

It doesn't look like a strange creature that can understand human words.

"It is not an ordinary cat. I saw it with my own eyes that it did not retreat at all in the face of the mutant mice and a small group of mice, and even defeated them all. I think it should have some skills. Besides, it is only seven o'clock in the evening, so what's wrong with us just one hour with it? Even if we get nothing, we just treat it as a digestion after meals."

This is a dead horse as a living horse. It is better to try it than to run to someone in shame and tell someone that the entrusted failure comes. How much is a psychological comfort?

In fact, Donald stepped forward and Sherlock subconsciously followed.

The white cat just walked and stopped in front, while the two people following were keeping a distance, looking at the surrounding situation left and right.

One street after another, one corner after another, time passed half an hour in the end of the two of them following each other.

The surrounding buildings unknowingly changed from lively neighborhoods to an environment where warehouses and houses intersected. There were fewer and fewer shops and passers-by on the street, and more were workers wearing uniforms walking around.

"We're going to the storage area of ​​Puston City. We'll leave the city after walking in this direction for half an hour. The further away is... the farm gathering area."

Sherlock is a native of Puston City and is very familiar with the city layout here. He looked at the signs on the roadside and quickly figured out their current location.

The storage area is a large distribution center for supplies in Puston. Grocery shops, vegetable stalls and fruit shops in the city usually come here to purchase goods. It should be quite lively during the day and look a little deserted at night.

“What are the ones in these warehouses?”

The weather has been pretty good these two days, with bright moons and bright stars, and several large warehouses in the distance are particularly eye-catching.

"It should be various crops and daily necessities, and I don't know much about it...whether that cat?"

The two of them had only stopped for a while, and they communicated briefly for a few words, but they didn't expect that the white cat was gone.

Meow ~

A sharp cat moan sounded from the left front, and quickly followed, and bypassed a square store, not far away, the white cat was pressing a fat mouse, and there were some light red meat residue nearby.

"That's a mutant mouse? It's really a bit big, but it seems to be a little worse than what you said, right?"

Sherlock said in surprise, looking at the mouse under the white cat's paws.

"What are you thinking? That's just ordinary, mutated on it!"
Chapter completed!