Keeper Program

After that, the seventh day after the "Subway Massacre" incident was also the first day of Ed's assistant career——

No one came to visit for almost the whole day.Amidst the boredom, Ed was not idle: he first cleaned the floor, trimmed dead branches for the plants in front of the door, and then sat down and was about to look through the previous commission records...

If being a detective's assistant is really that easy, then he wouldn't mind doing it until he dies.

Just when the night was turning blue and the sun was about to go out, there were three "knock, knock" knocks at the door, and then someone opened the door and came in.Ed didn't expect that there would be visitors at this time, so he got up quickly:

"Hello, what can I do for you... Fuck! Why are you?"

The visitor was the former owner of the coffee shop.Wearing a very fashionable color-block coat and a checkered scarf, he looks like he just got off work from the circus, his mustache has a curved hook, and he exudes the coquettish atmosphere of cologne.

"Yo~, it seems that we are really destined. Would you like to treat me to something to drink?"

The coffee shop owner squeezed his beard and smiled, and hung his bowler hat on the hanger.

"Tea or coffee?" Ed sighed and reluctantly walked towards the tea cabinet next to the coal stove.

"Come on, I'm just talking about it." The coffee shop owner waved his hand, "I'm not interested in judging the works of amateur players."

Ed stopped and turned around: "Are you here to find someone to do business, or to have fun?"

"...My little baby Namelissa was lost a day ago, and my heart was about to break. Just an old acquaintance told me that you have a strong ability to handle affairs here, so I came here to try my luck."

Although the tone was frivolous and exaggerated, Ed could clearly see the anxiety and uneasiness in the man's eyes. Maybe the years had made him used to not showing these emotions on his face.

"Okay, please sit over there first... What's your last name?"

So Ed changed his sincere attitude, took out a pencil from the pen holder and took shorthand on the straw paper.At that time, it will be formally transcribed on the power of attorney, so that it will look cleaner.

"Raynard Townston."

Client: Ray-Na-de Don-S-Tun, missing person: Na-Mei-Li-Sha Don-S-Tun, "By the way, did you call the police?"

"Of course I reported it. They said that the missing cat will not be dealt with! These moths suck the blood of taxpayers..." the shop owner complained angrily.

Click, the end of the pencil was broken into two sections by Ed.

House cat?

"...I don't pay taxes to make them sit in the office eating tea biscuits... oh what's wrong with you?"

"fine."

Ed controlled his facial expression, and pulled out a pencil from the pen holder: "Uh... so you just lost a cat?"

"What's 'just lost a cat'?! She's my family!" the store owner yelled, almost screaming, "Do you know what family means, boy?"

"No offense, I still have a lot to learn." Ed drew a horizontal line on the word "person" in "Missing Person", added "cat" below, and continued to ask:

"Then please describe its characteristics and places it usually goes to."

"Her fur was blacker than night, her eyes were like bright finch yellow gems, her limbs were pure white gloves, and her tail was covered with icebergs of pure snow... the whole street was fascinated by her. "

Black cat with yellow eyes, paws and tail tip are white.Ed wrote it down on paper.

"The city fee for missing persons is two and a half pounds. If you have a house cat, you will be charged one pound. Do you think this is acceptable?"

"Didn't you understand? She-is-my-family! As long as she can come back safely, I'll give you five pounds!" The boss gestured with five fingers.

"Of course... no problem, as long as you like it."

Ed heavily added a line at the end——

Commission fee: £5.

"A newspaper, sir? Subway massacre solved! A penny from the Silver Mist Telegraph and you'll find out."

Ed looked at the newsboy in front of him—thin body, sallow complexion, typical malnutrition; two gaps in the front teeth, obviously still in the teething stage, patches were sewn on the octagonal hat, and the trousers couldn't reach the ankles...

In the East Side, there are more children from such poor families than factories produce parts, and nearly half do not live to their 18th birthday.

The newsboy didn't notice Ed's gaze, and tried his best to sell the newspaper in his hand: "Or you can buy a copy of "Honest Man" for an extra penny, and the four-page jokes will definitely suit your appetite!"

How to say it as if I'm not tasteful...

Ed handed over a small copper twopenny and asked casually, "Have you ever seen a black cat? Yellow eyes, white paws and the tip of the tail."

"I haven't seen one. Sir, are you looking for a cat? I can ask the fellows I know to look for it, and if you find it, you will pay a shilling."

If these children can be found, I can earn a net profit of 1 pounds for only 5 shilling. It turns out that being a middleman is so exciting...

"Well then, if you find it, send it to Mr. Townston at the Broken Dream Cafe on Klein Street. If it's really his cat, I promise he'll pay you a lot of money, a full £5. Understand. Yet?"

Ed told the truth.He is not a capitalist, and he has no intention of making money from this.

When the little newsboy heard the astronomical figure, he nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and ran away in a hurry.

According to Downston, the owner of the coffee shop, besides Klein Street, Namelissa often wanders around the surrounding streets and has a strong desire to hunt.

In the most optimistic scenario, maybe Namelissa accidentally got stuck on the top of the tree while trying to catch a bird.

As for the most pessimistic situation, there are always a lot of cars and horses in the surrounding streets...

Ed spent the whole morning searching the streets around Klein Street, parks, alleys and other places where cats are most likely to haunt, but found nothing.

Seeing that it was already noon, he gradually felt empty in his stomach, planning to use the salary paid by the maintenance shop to have a good meal first.

Since he was resurrected from the dead, he hasn't eaten a really decent meal.He picked a mid-range restaurant that looked good, but was stopped by the waiter as soon as he entered the door:

"Sorry, sir, we're out of business."

Ed was taken aback for a moment, and then asked, "What business do you take off at noon?"

"This..." The waiter showed embarrassment: "There are rats in the back kitchen."

Rats?

Ed couldn't help being a little surprised. It's common for restaurants to have mice in the back kitchen. Because of the rats, they closed down for rectification. Is this restaurant so conscientious?

Ordinarily, such things are generally not told to diners.If there are mice caught or chased away, it will be fine, and why is the business suspended because of this?

"Is it serious? My uncle is a professional rat catcher. I have learned some skills from him. Do you need me to go and have a look?"

Ed casually made up a few nonsense.He was just curious as to what kind of rat would shut down a restaurant during prime noon.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask the store manager for instructions..." After a while, the waiter trotted all the way back: "Come with me, but don't talk nonsense to others."

After all, the waiter led Ed to the back kitchen.Pushing open the door, Ed was stunned by the scene in front of him:

Oh my God……

Mice, hordes of mice, like the assembly line in the workshop, carry the ingredients of the back kitchen, vegetables, fresh meat, and sliced ​​cheese. Those who don’t know it think they have arrived in the mouse kingdom in fairy tales.

He even saw several rats working together to carry away a large leg of lamb...

The rats ignored them at all, and they were not as timid as ordinary rats. It was like an army of rats.

"Do you think it can be solved? The ingredients have been emptied, and we have no choice but to go out of business. Whoops!"

The waiter watched the rat wave come and go in horror, and screamed with his arms around his shoulders.

"Where did these mice come from?" Ed felt more and more strange as he thought about it.

Obviously, such a large swarm of rats would not appear out of thin air. If they swaggered in from the street, it would definitely cause quite a commotion.

In other words, they must have come from some hidden channel that is not easy to find.

"Back alley, go and see for yourself... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A mouse suddenly crawled up the waiter's leg along the bottom of his trousers, frightened him so that he kicked in embarrassment, his shoes flew out, and he closed the door and fled without looking back.

Alright...Looks like I'll have to go it alone again.

Following the trajectory of the mice, Ed pushed open the back door and came to the back alley.It is full of brooms, barrels, broken shelves and other sundries, and it is so narrow that even mice have to squeeze through his legs.

The swarm of rats that had looted the restaurant disappeared behind the moldy and rotting fence planks.From the cracks in the planks, a fluffy black tail was exposed, with a pure white tip.

No way?Melissa? !

Ed never expected that he would find the coffee shop owner's pet cat here.These mice are not afraid of it at all?

He walked over cautiously and slowly, trying to reach out and catch it...

The fluffy black tail fell off like a dead branch off a tree trunk, and the bloody end was full of traces of rodents gnawing on it...

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