The cat, who was carried back to the headquarters by Kong Xiuwen by the scruff of the neck, drooped its ears listlessly, not understanding why he suddenly stopped it from talking to Yuan Zhao. However, when Kong Xiuwen took out a small comb and talcum powder, it immediately forgot what it was worried about and happily jumped to Kong Xiuwen's side.
Kong Xiuwen lowered his eyes and gently combed the little orange cat's hair.
The small western-style building that had been blocked by the Twenty-Eight Mansions would definitely not be habitable for a while, so the collected materials were still handed over to the East Palace team. It was not Daju who cooperated with the East Palace team to translate the hell language, but the tabby cat who volunteered. So Kong Xiuwen and Daju, who had been running around all day, finally had time to rest and were able to return to the lounge to comb the kitten's hair facing the sunset.
After combing for about half an hour, the little orange cat was so comfortable that it knelt on the ground and snored happily. Kong Xiuwen suddenly asked: "Did you know Yuan Zhao before?"
The lazy cat answered without any defense: "Know... meow?!"
Daju was furious.
He raised his tail and suddenly jumped up from Kong Xiuwen's knees, his eyes widened, and he put his hands on his hips to accuse: "How can you trick me!"
Kong Xiuwen raised his eyebrows slightly.
When Daju first saw him, he had never been so happy. When he saw Yuanzhao, he actually wagged his tail. As his guardian, of course he had to find out what was going on.
In short, it’s definitely not jealousy!
...
...
"I just want to confirm it, because I'm afraid you've been deceived," he picked up the kitten and gently pinched the nape of its neck until the kitten couldn't help but purred in comfort. Then he curved his lips and continued to comb its fur. "Yuan Zhao has raised many cats before. Is it a coincidence that he also raised you?"
Combined with the news that Lihua was once a pet cat for a long time in a high school student's home, it is not unbelievable that Daju had an owner before he transformed.
Daju turned over, revealing his round white belly, and patted his paws, indicating that Kong Xiuwen should comb this area as well: "No, I'm just more familiar with his cat."
The pet that Yuan Zhao mentioned to Ragdoll Cat when he was undercover in the Cat God Sect came in handy now. The little orange cat, who had been poisoned by many fairy tales recently, talked about it casually.
"When I first came to Sufang City, I had a very good relationship with a calico cat. She was very good at catching mice and rummaging through garbage. She was the most famous person in the nearby streets. Even the big yellow dog in the grocery store next door was afraid of her."
"One night, she gave birth to five kittens and was about to go get some water when a car speeding down the street hit her."
Daju drooped his ears in sadness and talked himself into tears.
"After I heard about this, I ran to the street over there to look for the kittens left by the calico cat. I searched for a long time but couldn't find them. I thought they had met with an accident. I beat up the big yellow dog and then I found out that they were adopted by a kind-hearted person passing by."
"So I followed that kind man home and checked on the cats. I left only after knowing that they were doing well."
When he said this, Kong Xiuwen had already guessed what would happen next.
"That kind-hearted person is Yuan Zhao."
Daju nodded happily and said enviously: "I heard from those cats that Yuanzhao is very good at combing his fur."
Kong Xiuwen raised his eyebrows: "Better than me?"
"Then when--ah," seeing Kong Xiuwen's subtle expression, Daju instantly changed his words, "Of course not! My father Kong is the best!"
Kong Xiuwen was choked by his saliva and started coughing with his hands covering his mouth. After a few coughs, his ears turned red in embarrassment.
Daju didn't notice this. He still maintained his cat form, happily rubbing back into Kong Xiuwen's arms, patting his knees and urging him: "Hurry up, hurry up, keep combing, my tail hair is blown up again!"
…
While the little orange cat was enjoying the grooming service carefree, the tabby cat was standing in the laboratory of the East Palace team's research institute, diligently translating the hell text on the brown paper.
He translated a few sentences and the researchers wrote them down. After half of the vellum had corresponding translations, the researchers had even analyzed the grammar of the hell language and most of the word correspondences. Even without further translation, they could understand most of the contents of the remaining vellum.
"The researchers at the Twenty-Eight Mansions are so powerful," Li Hua envied. "It would be great if I could memorize English words as efficiently as them."
However, even if the contents of the brown paper were understood, the research could not be advanced. After all, these studies were so outrageous that it made people's head spin - this puppet had been wandering in the human world for at least five hundred years, and apart from counting ants, he was counting flowers and plants, and occasionally caring about the sexual habits and courtship methods of different species, which made the kittens meow and call him perverted.
The Beigong team also encountered obstacles in their interrogation of the puppet man.
"This puppet can't speak at all!" A member of the Beigong team complained to the little orange cat who came to inquire about it, "It can't understand what we say, and it won't cooperate when we ask it to write - fortunately, its martial arts value is very low and it can't fight, so we sent it to the East Palace."
Another member gossiped with a smile: "Team Donggong has received three missions in a row and is so busy that they don't even have time to eat. I heard that the research team leader there made a fuss at the door of Director Luo's office all night last night and wanted to transfer members from other teams to help them."
Daju was curious: "Members of other teams? You mean the Nishinomiya team?"
He was quite familiar with the members of the medical team, and knew all the people of the Xigong team at the headquarters. He was trying to figure out who it was that could make the research captain of the Donggong team run to Director Luo to ask for someone.
As a result, that afternoon, before the night patrol started, Li Hua was called to Luo Bozi's office.
“…”
Well, I was the one who was robbed.
The captain of the East Palace team was a little embarrassed. After all, Li Hua was different from the others. As a necessary part of expelling the hellhounds, he could not miss the night patrol. In other words, the East Palace team's research activities would inevitably take up his rest time. "Can we consider you as hired by the East Palace team? Your ability to translate hell language and your understanding of hell customs and legends can be of great help to our analysis work."
The tabby cat smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, I have time, no need for payment——"
Captain of the East Palace team: "A box of deep-sea super shrimp, two tubes of spiritual liquid cream, and a salary of 500 yuan per hour, do you think it's okay?"
The tabby cat immediately swallowed the polite words that had not been spoken, and solemnly stretched out its paw: "Deal!"
Money is not important, what matters is the thought...So when will the deep-sea super shrimp be delivered?
The little orange cat, who was still lying in Kong Xiuwen's lounge, turned over lazily and, together with the ragdoll cat who was sleeping in the cat cafe on the other side, turned on the super energy-saving mode. All the excess energy and mental strength were transferred to the tabby cat, so that he could carry out night patrols, tasks and research every day.
This time, Li Hua was not just responsible for the translation task or reading a few reports like a guest. Instead, he participated in the entire work of the East Palace team. Even the deciphering of documents that he could not understand were patiently explained to him by the researchers.
Li Hua then realized that the puppet that the Beigong team sent here after fruitless interrogation was actually unable to speak, as discovered by the Donggong team - it had been exposed to wind and sun for too long, and the wooden joints that controlled the sound had aged, making it unable to move.
So the researchers started doing carpentry work, making replacement wooden joints for the puppet, and they also tried every means to measure the amplitude of the energy covered by the puppet's wooden joints, preparing to replace the new wooden joints.
The puppeteer was not idle either.
It seemed to have no idea where it was. After receiving the kraft paper and graphite pen sponsored by its teammates in the East Palace, it went back to its old job and wrote its research report on the human world.
The topic this time is "Study on the correlation between the hair sparseness and speaking volume of super humans."
The researchers who are getting bald every day in the laboratory: "..."
Can they return this puppet?
Among countless sad and depressed eyes, there was only a conceited tabby cat who combed his hair until it was shiny every day, walked around the puppet man, and spoke loudly and loudly.
Until one day he turned into a tabby cat on the spot. The puppet man looked at him silently, crossed out the record that occupied more than half of the paper, and wrote at the back, 'Cats are not within the scope of the study, but the sparseness of hair seems to be related to the cat's mate preference, and similar research can be conducted in the future.'
The tabby cat who quietly saw the contents of the brown paper said: "Humph!!!"
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