Dreamland Guide

It was getting dark, and the pavements on the street were lit up one by one, some were dim, some were bright, some were white, and some were dark. People in the city began to enjoy their own different nightlife after experiencing daytimes that are almost the same every day and seem to be completely outside of their own.

The hot pot restaurant and the Hunan cuisine restaurant were full of seats. The skewers stalls on the street were also crowded with people, and the aroma drifted far away. The road was full of lamb skewers and lobster-catching gloves, and the overturned vermicelli was sprinkled with soup everywhere.

The cook shouted at the back door of the restaurant: "Why isn't the swill collector here yet? The swill bucket is full and it can't be filled!" After looking around for a long time without seeing the swill truck coming, he called the vegetable washer, "Go, take Pour the water in the swill bucket into the gutter. Remember to take out all the scum in it and throw it into the trash can. Don't block the gutter!"

In the dark corner of the street, there are a dozen large trash cans side by side, but they still can’t hold all the garbage left by the people who indulge their appetites in this noisy night. The plastic bags scattered on the floor are full of sauerkraut fish. The soup is mixed with goat blood garlic and exudes a rancid smell under the action of mold.

However, this disgusting taste has become a gluttonous delicacy for certain animals.

A few stray dogs kept sniffing by the trash can, and human indulgence gave them the opportunity to pick and choose. For them, this is a rare gourmet season, which can make the body fatter. When it's winter, people hide in homes with heating at night, and only a small amount of food waste will be frozen and hard as soon as they are thrown outside. At that time, they will face cold and hunger for months.

The wall behind the trash can is more than two meters high. Behind the wall is a wasteland that has been demolished for a long time but has not been developed, full of weeds and thorns.

A thin cat ran up to the wall. I don’t know if the light from the street lamp is too dim, or the cat’s body is too dirty. It’s black and can’t see the color of its body hair. Only two bright eyes flashed. The yellow-green light of hunger.

It lay quietly on the wall, carefully observing the hustle and bustle of the crowd in the lively market not far away, as if a scout was investigating the enemy's situation in front of it.

A stray dog ​​raised his head and glanced at it, wanting to bark, probably because it was still swallowing in its mouth, only groaning in its throat, and then lowered its head to look for its food.

The cat shrank his neck and saw that the dog didn't bark, he got courageous, leaned out half of his body, and made a gesture to jump down.

There was a rustle of footsteps over there, and two young men in white overalls came here carrying a large bucket of garbage. The cat quickly retracted, with its front paws lying on the top of the wall, and its hind legs having retreated outside the wall, ready to jump off the wall and flee at any time. Several stray dogs walked a few steps away, continuing to rummaged about their delicacy.

"Today's business is really good." Throwing away the trash, one of them took out a cigarette and handed one, "Come on, take a cigarette and rest."

"What's the matter with a good business? The boss is the one who makes the money, and the one who is exhausted is us." The other took the cigarette, slapped it and lit it. The fire was red on the wall, scaring the cat on the wall.

"That said, if I don't raise my salary, I can't do it anymore."

"If you can't go on, you have to do it. It's not bad to have a job these years!"

"But our salary is too poor. I haven't caught a few cats to make a lot of money! I heard that the online "Killing the Cat Order" has raised the price again, and a cat has risen to five thousand."

"Don't say five thousand, how about fifty thousand? Can you still see a living cat in the city now? Even if you do, you can't catch it, and it's not who sees and counts. You have to kill it. That counts."

"Hey, you said there is so much **** here, will there be stray cats or something?"

"It used to be a lot, but now I don't know if there is one."

"Why don't we get some medicine and sprinkle it, and see again in the middle of the night, maybe there will be a surprise!"

"Well, you can try."

...

The cat pricked its ears and listened.

There are footsteps over there again, heavier than the previous two, obviously a fat man.

"Hey, I said, what are you doing here? Throw a trash for so long, and don't look at it when you are lazy!"

"Just smoke a cigarette and go right away!"

"Whose cigarette? I have one too."

...

The cat knew that there were too many people coming and going, and it was not time for it to enjoy the food, so he had to lick his lips lightly, took a step back, his paws firmly grasped the wall, and slowly, he took a step back, not daring to send out A little sound. In this way, step by step, until it retreated to the root of the wall, it lightly vertical and jumped into the grass.

Creeping in the overgrown wasteland, waiting quietly, just like a sneak attack soldier waiting for the order to attack.

A wild mouse crawled through the small ditch beside the grass. The cat was motionless, staring at it through the grass leaves, and when it came closer, it stretched out its paws like lightning and pressed it firmly under the claws.

The mouse squeaked.

The cat first raised his head in a panic, and listened carefully, as if he was afraid that the small rat sounds would startle the supper over there. There was no movement after listening to it for a while before it squatted down relaxedly.

This is a fat mouse. The abundant food here has nourished it. It was probably because of this that it was easily caught by the cat.

For a cat that has been hungry for a whole day, this fat rat is a delicious dinner that can make it spend another night without worry.

However, when he heard the painful squeak of the mouse, the cat suddenly felt a pity for the same illness.

Half a month ago, it was still lying on a comfortable blanket, blowing on the air conditioner, watching TV, and eating cat food bought in the supermarket, but now it is reduced to the point of picking up food in the trash can and even sneaking. It is said that everyone shouts to beat mice when they cross the street, but people beat mice only because of disgust, and very few hunt down and kill them all. Nowadays, not only are everyone shouting and beating, once they are found, they will never give up if they don’t kill them.

The cat doesn’t know what’s going on, and of course he can’t read the "Killing Cats Order" on the Internet, but he has seen his own kind disappear into the world one by one. It’s hard to say that there are still a few cats alive in this city today. .

With the world people!

The cat slowly let go of its sharp paws, and the mouse squeaked twice as if receiving an amnesty, and moved its fat body to hide in the dark crypt.

The voice on the other side of the wall stopped, and the sound of footsteps gradually moved away.

The cat ran up to the wall again, poked his head, looked around, and quickly dashed down ~www.readwn.com~ Before a group of wild dogs could react, it accurately bit half of the leftover bass. .

Its movements are swift and light, and there is hardly any sound. The stains covered its hair and concealed its original color. It is difficult to find its presence in the dark shadows. However, it couldn't hide its jewel-like eyes that reflected yellow-green light. Although they only flashed, they were as eye-catching as meteors across the night sky.

A drunk man was unbuttoning his pants and peeing in a dark corner on the side of the road. Suddenly, he was dazzled by something and walked slowly towards the trash can. Then, the brain that had been dazzled by half a catty of white dry suddenly came to his senses, and Hong Zhong roared:

"There are cats!"

The street suddenly became quiet, as if time stopped for a moment. Then it exploded. The street sweepers waved brooms, skewered kebabs, cyclists pushed the carts, and walked to pick up branches, all rushing in the direction of the drunk.

The cat was so frightened that it exploded, still holding half of a fish tightly in its mouth, dashed across the wall and ran out of the wild grass.

Behind it, people's shouts rang silently: "Grab it... don't let it run away... surround it... block the exit..."