Chapter 59: Rat (2) Prepare to attack! ...
The soft, furry touch pressed warmly against his chest, wedged in the seam of the quilt. Uncovered by any fabric, Amuro Toru shivered at the touch. Looking down, he met a pair of sparkling, small eyes.
The furry creature that disturbed his sleep was so tiny it couldn't even fill his palm. Its silver-gray fur was fluffy, clean, and shiny; it was clearly not a wild mouse... most likely someone's pet hamster that had escaped.
If Toru Amuro was five or six years old, or even fifteen or sixteen years old, he might be very interested in close contact with such small animals - but Toru Amuro, who is twenty-three years old, has been working non-stop for a week and only sleeps four hours a day, now all he wants to do is sleep.
Anyway, catch it first, find a temporary place to keep it, and then send it to the property management tomorrow...
Amuro Toru's eyelids were drooping with sleep, but he forced himself to pinch the back of the hamster's neck. The next second, a sharp pain in his chest snapped him awake. "Wait, don't bite!"
The hamster coquettishly dodged his fingers and bit his chest. His sensitive area was suddenly attacked, and he reached out to press his chest, instinctively throwing off the blankets.
...And what did this little thing think he was... his mother or a teething stick? He actually used his claws to gnaw on his flesh and nibble a few more times when he was thrown off... Shit! Doesn't he have to make time to get a rabies shot tomorrow? That's not something he has in his repertoire...
After finally grabbing the hamster by the scruff of its neck and rolling it into his palm, he was bitten in the palm of his hand. Amuro Toru struggled to resist the urge to throw it away. He lowered his head and moved its fangs to check: fortunately, there was no skin breakage and no bleeding, just a clear pink tooth mark.
The ball of fur with its mouth stuck looked at him innocently with its black eyes, and bit his finger again.
Toru Amuro: "…………"
He tentatively pulled his fingertip out, only to see teeth marks. The hamster's fangs followed him like a shadow, nibbling again.
...I always feel that this guy is different from ordinary timid hamsters. He doesn't bite people out of panic or self-defense, but because he wants to bite, and he enjoys it.
His reasoning could be said to be quite accurate—Chao Mu indeed thought so.
Perhaps it was that animal instinct that always made her want to nibble on everything she saw. The little black face was already making her want to nibble on him, so it was only human nature... no, it was only rat nature that she couldn't help but nibble on him.
Chaomu bit his fingertip twice more. Seeing him stand up and look around, he wasn't sure if he was planning to lock her up somewhere or flush her down the drain. She suddenly became alert. She didn't bother biting him anymore, squeezing out of his mouth and escaping with a swift movement, leaving only a gray afterimage in the air.
Amuro Toru originally thought he was stuck tight enough, but he didn't expect that the hamster, which looked quite round and plump, could actually pull itself out of his palm. First, its cheeks, then its round body, moving up and down, finally slipping out of his palm with fur... Are hamsters some kind of liquid creature?!
He only had time to catch the adorable moment the fur ball slipped from his palm before it completely vanished from his sight. The little creature was incredibly agile, darting away in a matter of seconds, leaving behind only its back, its tail twitching.
Ran away...that was fine. At least he could go back to sleep.
The furry little trouble disappeared without a trace. Amuro Toru went to wash his hands in slippers, rubbed his swollen and painful forehead, and came out to carefully check whether the doors and windows were closed to prevent any small animals from sneaking into the room.
During the inspection, he found both good news and bad news: the good news was that the hamster was definitely not in his bedroom; the bad news was that his doors and windows were all closed - God knew through what hidden pipe hole the little animal had gotten in.
The blond youth held his forehead and let out a long sigh, ultimately deciding to go to sleep and check the plumbing and rat holes tomorrow. His schedule had been incredibly tight lately. Not only did he have to work at Yozakura at night, but during the day he also had to make deliveries, checking every household he and Hiro had identified as someone who might accept Councillor Fujita's surrender... Even with his usual energy, this constant flow was a bit too much.
He lay back on the bed, thought for a while, turned over and put on an extra piece of clothing before wrapping himself in the quilt and continuing to sleep.
Outside the door, Chaomu, who had just squeezed out of the crack like a pile of hamster cakes, had already used his claws to pry open his refrigerator door with great strength and began to patrol his territory.
What is this? A sandwich?
What's that? A pre-made bento? Chew, chew, chew... Why does it taste a bit like Midorikawa-kun's?
From the pens in the study to the daily nuts in the cupboard, he left nothing out and wanted to gnaw on everything he saw.
The yogurt cups were chewed and drunk, and the nuts in the bags were taken in one bite, leaving gaps evenly distributed on each bag; the eggs rolled around on the ground, shaking out the yolk, and the toilet paper was unrolled, laid flat, and then rolled back up.
Making a mess seemed to perfectly hit Shushu's sweet spot—after all, Chaomu was having a genuine good time. She stepped on the flour that had leaked from the flour bag, leaving conspicuous paw prints on the wooden floor. She circled around and pointed to a corner without any pipes or holes, then clapped her paws to wipe off the flour, happily imagining the confused expression on Xiao Hei's face tomorrow when he followed the footprints and found nothing.
If raccoons weren't so conspicuous outside and easily caught and taken to zoos or laboratories, she would want to play like this every day! After all, she is just a small animal, so what she does is normal!
Thinking this way, I can eat a mushroom every now and then to change my life. I can be a hamster today and a cockroach tomorrow. There will be a bright future every day!
After all this commotion, the game's daily routine had already been refreshed. Hamster Ball happily darted across the windowsill, ready to visit the Kurosawas next door. So, Gin still had the "How to Catch Mice" skill book. If she went there in mouse form to draw cards, she might be able to use metaphysics to get a good one—after all, Gin's obsession with mice was clearly quite deep, he talked about it all the time. Maybe he just liked mice?
If the product really comes out, when she turns back, she might even teach Amuro Toru how to catch mice for a fee and charge him millions in tuition, and he would have to thank her!
With the good mood gained by hurting the little black face, Chaomu fiddled with the air conditioner outdoor unit as if he was familiar with it, stood on tiptoe to pry open the window and then closed it, and the hamster ball fell from the sky like a silver missile and was thrown into the dark room.
Coincidentally, Mr. Kurosawa, who had been away from home for several days, was actually home tonight. The cold-blooded killer with long silver hair had just finished his "night shift" and returned to the safe house, taking a shower in the bathroom.
Although today's card draw still yielded nothing, the player generously forgave the NPC and chose to make up for his happiness through other activities.
The feeling of doing bad things behind someone's back seemed to be more pleasurable than jumping in someone's face. Chaomushu had no interest in the man in the bathroom whom she had seen several times. She ran excitedly to the pillow in the bedroom, stepped on the specially prepared flour, left a series of claw marks on his dark sheets, and gnawed the barrel of the Beretta: Bah, it's quite disgusting, but it tastes really good when it grinds your teeth.
If Toru Amuro had seen the notch on the gun, he'd have realized the hamster ball had indeed gone easy on him—the player-turned-hamster had incredibly good teeth, and if they gnawed hard enough, they could even rip steel pipe into pieces. Chaomu had been quite restrained when he'd first bitten him, not even breaking the skin, simply because they were both workers.
Her cheeks were still filled with the Amuro family's daily nuts. The little hamster puffed out her cheeks and stuffed the peanuts and sunflower seeds into the magazine one by one. Then she started to move, knocking over the desk lamp with a bang, and then hid in the corner of the cabinet.
[Congratulations to the player for achieving: Peanut Raccoon Coins +50]
[Condition: Replace the bullets in Gin's magazine with peanuts.]
The bathroom door flew open, and the silver-haired killer reacted incredibly quickly, dashing out with his gun drawn almost the instant he heard the lamp shatter. The man's silver hair, wrapped in a towel, was dripping wet, with water droplets tumbling down the inside of the towel, snaking down his muscular lines.
Those cold green eyes were filled with murderous intent - for a moment, Chaomu thought that the way he rushed out to be on guard was quite skilled.
Perhaps he was used to being attacked; this was the way a seasoned assassin would behave. True to his name, Gin's every move was filled with the ease and grace of a seasoned killer.
Since the thief who broke into the room had no intention of hiding his tracks, Gin had no trouble observing the scene. The crosshairs of his Beretta swiftly moved across the messy room, finally settling on the bedside.
Chaomu lay on the wardrobe, watching with glee as the silver-haired man followed the claw marks on the bedding and retrieved his spare pistol. A vein bulged on the man's forehead. Clearly, even a battle-hardened Gin hadn't anticipated that the intruder wasn't one of his enemies, but a rodent that had chewed his gun to pieces.
Even with his grim expression, there was a slight change in his expression. His original confidence and slight bloodthirsty excitement were replaced by a slight surprise: "...Rat?"
It felt like he hadn't expected to encounter this kind of rat or this kind of scene—who had he expected to come in? Could it be that Gin was actually expecting an enemy to visit the Kurosawa household at night?
The Rat smacked its lips and knocked a melon seed against his forehead. As the silver-haired killer raised his head with a gloomy face, she deftly twisted her round buttocks and slipped into the ventilation duct, successfully escaping.
Even the expert mouse catcher Tom... no, the expert mouse catcher Gin was played around by Shu Shu. This game is so boring. Next time she dares to fill in the answer "It's very simple."
The little hamster ran happily on all fours past the air conditioner. The balcony of her home was just around the corner, and she was about to return to her warm hamster nest, successfully completing her successful prank.
She landed on the ground with a thud, and when she raised her eyes, she met a pair of deep green eyes.
The black cat, who was just about to go back "home" to punch in, jumped into the balcony with his shiny fur on, and stared down at the small hamster ball in front of him. His strong physique and agile posture contrasted sharply with the round hamster ball.
It's a cat.
The morning mouse blinked its black eyes, raised its claws, and instinctively gave a French military salute: "Ji."
Two seconds later, she put down her paw again: No, this is her cat!
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The author has something to say: Gin: No, it’s not this mouse.
Chaomushu (gnaw gnaw gnaw): That’s right, it’s this mouse.
Another day of failed work and rest adjustments)
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