Fang Ping stayed at the hospital until nightfall. Originally, Zhou Chenchen wanted him to stay and keep her company, but Zhou's Dad didn't agree, thinking she needed more rest.
Since Zhou Chenchen wouldn't be staying in the hospital for long and would be home soon, she didn't insist.
Zhou's Dad also said he'd arrange someone to stay with Fang Ping tonight, as he had other business and couldn't get away.
But this time, it was Zhou Chenchen who disagreed. She didn't like strangers staying in her home.
"Dad! Don't send anyone to keep Lord company. He can take care of himself."
Zhou Chenchen had no worries about Fang Ping.
She knew Fang Ping didn't like living with strangers either.
In the end, Zhou's Dad agreed. After all, when Zhou Chenchen was at work during the day, Fang Ping was home alone anyway.
Now they'd just treat it as if Zhou Chenchen wasn't home.
By the time Fang Ping was sent back home, it was already 8 p.m.
The Pet Reality Show livestream had already ended and wouldn't resume until the next morning.
The cameramen outside the house had also withdrawn, and the cameras inside were turned off by the staff. No one would be watching Fang Ping's every move anymore.
Only then did Zhou's Dad leave, leaving Fang Ping alone at home.
"Wait for me, I'll take you out for breakfast tomorrow morning."
As he left, Zhou's Dad said to Fang Ping.
Fang Ping didn't reply—his tail just flicked upward once.
Zhou's Dad paused.
This little brat!
Didn't he understand what was being said?
With no outsiders around, Fang Ping relaxed a lot. He no longer had to constantly remind himself to act like a cat and avoid being exposed.
He watched some TV, then grabbed a bottle of milk from the fridge and drank it.
Then!
Maybe because Zhou Chenchen wasn't home, Fang Ping found he couldn't stand staying in the house.
Being alone at home… was actually pretty boring.
So then!
Go out for a walk!
Fang Ping thought this and didn't hesitate.
He had a key anyway and could open the door himself.
Whether he stayed or left—it was entirely up to him.
Fang Ping quickly headed out!
This time, he didn't take the elevator. He went down the stairs instead.
Even though it was the ninth floor, he moved fast and soon reached the ground.
Outside, though it was dark, it didn't affect Fang Ping at all.
Cats have night vision; they can see clearly in the dark.
This is why many cats are active at night.
Fang Ping walked out of the Residential Complex without any particular destination in mind—just to take a walk.
He didn't plan to go too far from the Residential Complex anyway.
"Kitty!"
"Kitty!"
"Come here!"
He hadn't gone far when he heard someone calling out.
A young couple sitting at a Barbecue Stall by the road was waving at him.
The girl had even placed a grilled little fish on the ground, seemingly trying to treat him to it.
Fang Ping didn't go over. He never ate food from strangers.
"Kitty!"
"Why won't you come over?"
"I'll bring it to you then!"
The girl seemed a bit disappointed.
She stood up, carrying the fish, and walked to a spot not far from Fang Ping, placing the fish back on the ground.
From a distance, it still looked like she was inviting Fang Ping to eat the fish.
But!
Her words had changed. Her voice lowered.
"Captain!"
"We've found the Fugitive."
"Requesting permission to arrest immediately."
Turns out, she was a Police Detective.
Her male companion was, of course, a Male Detective.
She was using the act of playing with a cat as cover to report to her superior on her phone.
"Yes."
"Hold your position."
"Understood."
The girl quickly received orders from her superior and returned to her seat.
The fish lay on the ground not far from Fang Ping. Using the excuse of sniffing the fish, he moved a little closer.
He had thought it was because of his handsome looks that the girl liked him.
Turns out, it had nothing to do with that.
This actually piqued Fang Ping's interest.
"There's a Fugitive around here?"
He squatted nearby, refusing to leave—ready to watch the drama unfold.
He had never seen a real-life fugitive arrest before.
He noticed that the eyes of the young male Police Detective kept glancing covertly at a man in his thirties who was also eating barbecue.
The man wore a cap to cover his face.
But Fang Ping could see clearly. There was a scar on the man's face, and though his eyes were partially hidden under the cap, they revealed a chilling coldness and cruelty.
That was the Fugitive!
And a ruthless one at that!
The young male and female Police Detectives were likely waiting for backup and didn't act rashly.
They pretended to eat barbecue.
If they had kept waiting like this, the Fugitive would've surely been caught.
But!
The Fugitive was highly alert. Halfway through his meal, he suddenly stood up, paid the bill, and left.
This disrupted the detectives' plan—they could no longer wait.
They couldn't arrest him now, but they changed their plan and decided to follow him.
As long as they found where he was staying, they could still make the arrest.
Fang Ping stood up too. This fugitive chase clearly wasn't over. He flicked his tail and followed as well.
After all—
If you're going to watch, you might as well watch the whole thing.
They say cats are curious creatures. Right now, he was just a curious cat.
At this moment—
The Fugitive walked in front.
The young male and female Police Detectives followed behind.
Fang Ping tailed them from a short distance back—neither too close nor too far.
The Fugitive didn't look back. But he walked fast.
The young Police Detectives also picked up their pace.
Naturally, Fang Ping followed too.
As they passed a small alley, the Fugitive suddenly turned in.
The young Police Detectives reached the alley entrance, hesitated briefly, and then followed him in.
Fang Ping sensed something was wrong.
The Fugitive—
He had definitely noticed the Young Detectives.
Fang Ping picked up his pace, padding swiftly to the alley's entrance.
The alley was pitch black—almost total darkness.
But that wasn't a problem for Fang Ping. He could see clearly.
The two Young Detectives were slowly feeling their way inside.
Their phones had flashlights, but they didn't use them—perhaps to avoid alerting the Fugitive.
Fang Ping could see clearly. Not far away—
The Fugitive's face showed a cold expression.
He held a short knife in his left hand, silently waiting.
Still as stone, poised to strike!
The Fugitive held the upper hand!
He had spotted the detectives long ago.
Now—
He was just waiting for them to get closer!
Closer and closer!
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