Demon Sage

A cat meow attracted all the eyes on the rooftop. The Donald's house and the neighbor's house were attached together, but their roof was tiled, so no one could stand. It was a big cat with pure white fur. Under the sunlight, the short golden hair on its forehead was particularly eye-catching.

Staring at the group of mice on the rooftop, the creature's instinct makes it make a provocative cry, which is different from those pet cats that stay in the owner's arms all day long. This sound is savage.

The appearance of the cat soon caused a commotion among the mice. The natural fear caused some mice to shrink their heads and want to run away, but the mutant mouse at the front didn't flinch at all. It gave a few short screams. The rat just came back from every corner.

This mutant mouse can actually control the group of mice under it!

Donald didn't know how to judge this group of creatures. All his hopes were on the white cat on the roof next to him. It did not disappoint Donald. Facing the mice that passed through the potted plants and stood in a row on the edge of the roof, the white cat did not disappoint. Not only was he not afraid, but he raised his tail behind him and approached slowly.

In its eyes, these mice are not threatening existences, they are just toys to play with.

Squeak!

The leading mouse gave orders, and the three mice rushed out. This was a tentative attack. The soles of their feet stepped on the tiles and made a pattering sound. The speed was very fast. This was a talent of mice. Donald even had a Dizzying sense of absurdity.

However, in the eyes of the white cat, this is nothing, the name of the natural enemy of mice is not self-proclaimed, it is a recognized strength!

The front paw suddenly pulled out the sharp blade, and the left paw made a simple blanching action, and the mouse that rushed at the front flew directly out of the roof, and then the right paw pressed down again, easily killing the other one under the palm of his hand. He lowered his head and opened his mouth to bite the last one, and shook his head lightly, only half of the corpse was left.

It's clean and neat. This method of killing can be called a thousand trials and tribulations. It doesn't eat the mouse in its mouth, but just spit it aside at will, and its eyes are always on the mutant mouse in the middle.

The meaning is very clear, this is the hunting target, the other ordinary mice are not even qualified to eat it!

"Okay... so domineering."

Donald was speechless watching this scene. It was the first time he saw such a **** and aggressive cat.

So handsome~

Squeak! Squeak!

The mutated mice were still screaming for a while, but no mice dared to go out anymore. The previous trial made them understand that the natural enemy is the natural enemy, and there is no such thing as a group of lambs rushing up to kill a wolf.

squeak~

There was an abrupt and elongated cry in the originally quiet group of mice. Donald heard it, and it was not from the mutant mice. After this sound, the surrounding mice seemed to have received some kind of signal and started to make noises as well.

This time, there was some obvious anger in the voice of the mutant mouse.

"Is this forcing the boss to go out and fight?"

Donald can't understand what the mice are talking about. He relies on his brain to make up for it. The dialogue between these mice should be like this:

"Go and kill that cat!"

"I can't be provoked, but I can't beat him. If you don't listen, don't listen. The **** recites the scriptures."

"Fart, you are so many rats, afraid of a ball?"

"Oh hoo, it's so tugging, since you're not afraid, then you can do it!"

So the mutant mouse walked out of the balcony and came to the same roof as the white cat. There is no way to do it. If you don't show your hands, I am afraid that you will not be able to direct these little mouse brothers in the future.

But it's really right. The pressure is not small. Looking at the white cat that is several times his size, he is actually a little panicked.

Donald only saw the mutant mouse jumping out, making a harsh shriek. The white cat no longer stayed behind at this time. A hungry tiger slammed its paws on the mouse on the ground.

At the critical moment, the shiny object turned sharply, cut a right angle on the roof, jumped into a hole in the neighbor's roof, and escaped!

The rest of the mice were stunned. They said they would show their prestige in a battle, so they slipped away?

The boss fled, and the remaining dozen or so mice scurried about. Donald was fortunate at this time that he had watched the corridor door when he went upstairs just now. He didn't let these mice rush into the house, otherwise he would not be able to sleep at night.

The white cat just followed the escape route of the mutant mouse to the loophole, and found that he couldn't get in. He stretched out his paw to dig twice, then turned to look at Donald, and then walked to the other side of the house, thanking him. No chance is left to those who are saved by it.

"Pure white hair and a pinch of golden hair on his forehead. Is this the lost cat posted on the notice in the Oak Tavern?"

Donald looked at the cat carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more similar it became. It seemed that it was not lost at all, but that it was actively chasing the mutant mouse just now.

Looking back, where did the mutant mouse come from? It doesn't matter if you are big. After all, people are tall, short, fat and thin, but the wisdom it shows is not a situation that can appear casually.

Thinking about it this way, the rooftop can't be kept any longer. The ghost knows if those mice will come back, so they hurriedly packed up and went down, looking for an opportunity to throw some rat poison.

Back in his room, he sat in front of the desk for a while, and when he calmed down again, Donald began to rummage carefully in the room. Last night, he just rummaged through some conspicuous places, and he only glanced at many places. .

Donald didn't believe that the only thing left by his predecessor was the diary. Infinita might not know that her predecessor was involved in a cult, but the contents of her memory and diary were always correct.

What about those cult-related things? If you join an underground organization, there will be something similar to an identity certificate, right?

There wasn't a lot of furniture in the bedroom, and after rummaging up and down, I found nothing, and there really wasn't any other hidden things.

"I don't have it in the bedroom. Could it be hidden somewhere else?"

Leaning against the bed board, his eyes wandered from the room over and over again. There are really not many places to hide things in the house. After all, this kind of thing that is related to one's life must be hidden well to avoid being discovered by Infinita...

At present, it seems that it is possible to hide somewhere outside, but I have no memory of this, how should I find it?

It would be great if there were clues, as long as you know the approximate location, hide things, lock... keys!

His eyes were fixed on the keychain inserted in the keyhole of the door, one door, one bedroom, and the other one, what kind of door was it used to open?

He walked two steps to the door, pulled out the keychain, and carefully examined the remaining key, there was no mark on it indicating the source.

The clue is broken again?