Cat and Mouse Short Stories

, moving his neck with difficulty, staring at the scene inside the house meaningfully.

The room is small and not divided, and at a glance, there are simple gas stoves and earthen stoves that have been smoky.In the midwinter season, the slender young man was wearing only a white singlet, and he was lying on his desk fighting a protracted battle with a lot of minced meat and pitted dumpling wrappers.

A flat tablet was placed on the table with a total of square meters, and the title of the enlarged content on the screen clearly read "Let you make good Chinese dumplings in 1 minute".The young man picked a lump of meat and put it in the center of the dumpling wrapper, kneading it meticulously with his slender fingers according to the instructions.One fold, two folds, and in a short while, a crooked melon split jujube big meatball was successfully born.The young man looked left and right, finally sullenly put down the meatball, and with a swipe of his hand, he painted the tip of Junxiu's eyebrows with white and Wuchang reappeared.

"Haha...cough cough..." The old cripple held his chest and complained, and then he coughed again before laughing twice.

The young man rubbed his nose subconsciously, and now he can play a buffoon on the Peking Opera stage without any makeup.

As soon as the old cripple turned over, the aging recliner creaked non-stop.He continued to move calmly, raised his hand in a breathtaking twisted posture and called, "Child, come here."

The rolling pin at the corner of the table rolled over the dough, and the young man subconsciously reached out and cut it off accurately within a few tenths of a second.

"One week," the old cripple sighed as he scratched at the dirt that had accumulated for many days between his nails, "serving my old bones half buried in the soil for a week in this barren place, without any complaints? "

The young man scooped up a ladle of water from the water tank to wash off the flour on his hands. Hearing this, the corners of his lips twitched into a low smile. "After three years of waiting, this week is nothing. In order to get the blueprint from the old man, I would spend another three to five years."

"Little robber," the old cripple struggled to separate his back from the recliner, his skinny legs trembling as he groped for the gray and incomplete cloth shoes.The young and young car driver familiarly took two shoes, one east and one west, and put them on the coiled and crouching feet of the old cripple.The old cripple comfortably enjoyed the unique VIP treatment in the world, and he was silent for a long time before he murmured: "That's soaring to the sky."

The young man stood against the light, and a ray of sunlight falling through the clouds was dotted around the corners of his upturned eyes.He said, "In there, I was locked up."

The old cripple straightened his body as stiff as a mallet, his cloudy eyes looked directly at the young man through thousands of dust. "No one has ever come out of the prison of Chongxiao alive. No one has ever succeeded in breaking out or robbing the prison."

"That's why I asked the old man for help," the young man smiled nonchalantly, his young and slender neck straightened up and he had a face full of rebelliousness and no scruples.

The old cripple continued to stare at the dead fish's eyes, digging dirt, and said in a strange voice, "What if I can't save it?"

"Instead of waiting aimlessly and passively, it is better to fight to the death to find him in Longtan and Tiger's Cave. It is better to die without a whole body, than to protect yourself and do nothing." The nanmu creaked under the strength of five fingers, and the spider eggs and mosquito corpses on the wooden rafters splashed all over the ground.

"Stop!" The old cripple was startled, and then he jumped up from the recliner and walked into the house without bending his legs or kicking his feet, and walked into the house, "I don't want to give you the construction layout of the sky, are you You don’t have to demolish my thatched hut.”

The young man's eyes lit up instantly, "Old man!"

The old cripple trembled and limped, "Life is precious, don't lose it if you can, otherwise it would be a pity. By the way, wipe your face. You are a very capable guy, why don't you stick your fingers to Yangchun water, it must be I'm used to..."

The impenetrable mountains and forests are seldom visited by people, and the rugged trails opened up by the predecessors with scythe feet are looming. A shiny and expensive bright black straddle motorcycle is galloping on this "dangerous road".The front wheels rolled all the way, and the rear wheels brought up a trail of dust and branches.

The young man on the bike didn't wear a helmet, and his short hair was pushed back by the wind of dancing demons, revealing a clear and fair forehead.The eyes were slightly squinted under the turbulent wind, and the corners of the eyes were drawn into a slender and beautiful shape.When the slender five fingers turned the accelerator, the motorcycle barked like a dog for several miles.

The man in the back seat had a sickly complexion and yellow muscles, he sat crookedly on the fast-moving motorcycle and fell off in a daze.The farther you go, the more desolate and wilderness you get. The man opened his mouth and cursed: "A place where birds don't shit..."

Something swayed in front of him, the young man's eyes flashed quickly, and the thing hit the man's face with a slap.The man reached out and wiped the bird droppings all over his face, freshly baked and steaming.The distraught man held back for a while, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Fuck!"

Against the whistling wind, the young man said, "Fourth brother?"

"I've been hit by bird droppings." The man clamped his arms and put his hands covered in bird droppings to avoid harming the fish in the pond. He probed and said, "Stop at the fork in front, and you'll enter the monitoring range if you go further in."

The young man kicked his foot and squeezed the brakes hard, and the motorcycle slid around a small half circle, tilted coquettishly at 45 degrees, and came to an even stop.One of the young man's legs was firmly planted on the ground, and the other fell on the pedal of the motorcycle. His proud jaw was raised, revealing a sharp and flying curve.

Impatient, the man jumped off his motorcycle and ran to the spring, splashing water on his face desperately.

The young man stepped on the unilateral brake without looking sideways, and jumped off the motorcycle with his long legs.

"Go on the one on the left, then turn right after about 100 meters, and go all the way to the end," the man in his forties rubbed his face with all his womb-feeding strength until his yellow face turned white and rosy. Want to drip. "The review and handover of electronic materials from above and here is done every six hours. If you wait to go in after two o'clock, you don't have to worry about documents and transfer orders until eight o'clock in the evening."

The young man opened the trunk expressionlessly, took out the gray-black prison guard cap that was about to become a mushroom base, and put it on his head.Pressing down on the buttons on the coat with his fingers, he casually unbuttoned them one by one, revealing the tight and straight police uniform inside.The black belt was tightly gathered around the waist, and below that was the slender and straight legs that were restrained in the police trousers.

The man finally washed off the bird droppings, but he couldn't get rid of the latrine smell that hit his face and took root in his nest. "Chongxiao's all-round automatic electronic monitoring system has two parallel sets, and there is another emergency rescue system. I can hack the first set, and it takes 20 seconds to switch and start the parallel system."

"That's enough," the young man raised his right hand, and the retired coat was thrown lightly on the motorcycle seat. 20 seconds is enough for him to steal the day.

The man leaned close to his hand and took a sharp breath, the enduring residual stench made him frown.As soon as he turned his head and saw the tall and tall young man in uniform, he instantly turned into the old man in the reception room and told him repeatedly: "There are three doors, the first one uses a key, the second one is password control, and the third one is fingerprint identification. From the map Look, the design of the staircase at the corner is too strange, neither Chinese, nor Western, nor male, nor female, just a woman with handles, remember to check carefully before you act..."

After cleaning up, the young man held back his temper and listened to a few words, then raised his thin lips impatiently, "Fourth brother."

The man's voice stopped abruptly, and a pair of small green eyes stared at the young man for a while, hesitant to speak several times.The motorcycle key chain was hung on the young man's index finger and circled in circles, one circle after another resembled a man's thoughts of worrying and twisting into a Chinese knot.

The atmosphere suddenly became cold to below zero. The young man threw the key on the motorcycle seat cushion, coughed and said, "Fourth brother, then I'm leaving."

"Fifth brother."

The young man's resolute and resolute footsteps were caught by this low and hoarse call, and the blue veins on the back of his white hands emerged.Then he chuckled lightly, turned around and said, "Don't worry, fourth brother, I will definitely bring my cat to celebrate your birthday."

After turning right, there is only one road and one destination.

The gray-black high wall is covered with high-voltage wire mesh with teeth and claws, and the jet-black gate is covered with a steel frame to separate the inside and the outside into two worlds.The police officers on duty outside the gate are fully armed and loaded with live ammunition, an M16 in their hands, an M9 on their waist, military knives with scattered bullets and electric batons, hanging around their bodies like gold and silver. The word rich and powerful is vividly displayed in a vicious way.

The young man put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, the confinement of the prison guard's uniform and his own arrogant look restrained and complemented each other.The brilliance of Huaguang is burning, and its sharpness is always present.With his chin slightly raised, he walked leisurely towards the gate, his shiny high cowhide boots landed firmly on the muddy floor, every step was as precise as a foot.The eyelids were slightly closed and the eyes were closed, and everything in the vision was imprinted in the mind.

This is the famous Chongxiao Prison.There are no glittering plaques bestowed by superiors, and no hype-festooned decorations.However, if you stand in front of him, anyone who is face-blind will know that it is Chongxiao.

Where is Chongxiao? It is a legendary cage that perfectly combines metaphysics and modern technology.Arty metaphysic half-assed people ridicule that weighing yin and yang is the root of metaphysics, and Chongxiao is obviously a place where yang flourishes and yin declines, oh no, it is only yang but not yin.Not to mention women, even the hair of female creatures is auspicious.

The climate is close to summer, and the afternoon sun shines on the two male dogs who can roll into a ball in the next moment, with big eyes, small eyes, and wheezing.The arrival of the young man obviously brought fun to this boring afternoon day after day, and the eyes of the four people and the two dogs were glued to each other.

"Hi, are you new here?"

Shandong accent, impatient, the head of the four gatekeepers.The young man put a label on the person who asked the question, slightly raised the brim of his hat on his forehead and replied calmly: "Yes."

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