The Fugitive waited for the young male and female Police Detectives to get close. Though he couldn't see them, he could hear their footsteps.
He could feel them getting nearer and nearer.
In fact, back at the Barbecue Stall, he had already recognized them as cops.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have left in such a hurry halfway through his meal.
Seeing that he couldn't shake them off, he had led them into this alley.
The darkness served as his cover—and also the perfect chance to strike.
The Fugitive kept his breathing as quiet as possible. As soon as they got close, he would strike without hesitation.
After all, he was already on the run—there was no good life waiting if he got caught.
His mind was twisted, and he was boiling with impulsiveness.
Adding one or two more lives to his record didn't trouble him at all.
That pair of young male and female Police Detectives clearly had no idea that the Fugitive already had murder on his mind.
But they were professionally trained and remained on guard.
After all, this alley was just too perfect for an ambush.
As the two sides grew closer, the Fugitive raised his short knife.
Just then, he felt a sudden gust of wind near his ear—then a sharp pain in his wrist, as if something had clawed him viciously.
His knife-wielding hand trembled in agony, and suddenly, it lost all strength.
Clang!
The knife fell to the ground!
"Who's there?"
"Freeze!"
"Don't move!"
The two young Police Detectives shouted immediately upon hearing the sound.
At the same time, they switched on the flashlights on their phones, illuminating the area ahead.
They instantly spotted the Fugitive not far away. His face had gone pale, and one hand was drenched in blood.
The arrest that followed wasn't too difficult—the Fugitive was quickly cuffed.
He tried to resist but was in too much pain to put up a fight.
When the young Police Detectives picked up the fallen knife, they realized just how close they had come to danger. A chill ran down their spines.
If the Fugitive had struck, one of them could have been seriously hurt.
Being a Detective was certainly no safe job.
They were sure the Fugitive's hand hadn't been injured earlier, which meant he had been attacked during that moment.
And it was that very attack that had indirectly protected them.
"How did your hand get injured?"
The Police Detective asked the Fugitive.
"I... I don't know. Something suddenly clawed me."
The Fugitive replied, his voice trembling. He was still in pain.
That stabbing pain was etched deep into his memory.
The Police Detective shone her flashlight around but found nothing.
She examined the Fugitive's injured hand—there were several deep claw marks.
They didn't look like they came from a human hand.
"A cat, maybe?"
She said uncertainly to the Male Detective.
"Probably a stray cat passing by. We should thank it for the assist."
The Male Detective nodded.
Though they talked about a cat, neither of them connected it with the orange cat they saw earlier at the Barbecue Stall.
After all, the alley was a good distance away from the stall.
There was no way that cat could have followed them here.
"Still, we should be grateful. If I see a cat later, I'll treat it to something nice."
The Police Detective nodded.
But since no cat was in sight, she could only sigh and make a mental note to be kinder to cats in the future.
She didn't actually know much about cats. Her gesture back at the Barbecue Stall was just part of the cover.
Though that orange cat hadn't accepted her grilled fish, or even acknowledged her.
Soon after, the two Detectives escorted the Fugitive away. Police sirens could be heard outside.
As the young Police Detectives left, they didn't notice a cat perched atop one of the alley walls, quietly watching everything.
Fang Ping had helped them, and now he was still there, enjoying the show.
Alright!
The Fugitive had been taken away, the drama was over, and it was time to head home.
Fang Ping had just come out for a walk and didn't intend to get involved. Helping the Young Detectives had just been a spur-of-the-moment thing.
Even as a cat, when he saw something like this, he was willing to lend a paw.
He didn't jump down from the wall. Instead, he strolled along the top.
But after a few steps, something gleamed in the darkness.
Cat eyes!
Turns out Fang Ping wasn't the only one watching the drama unfold.
Cats really were curious creatures.
Fang Ping sighed internally—though of course, he didn't count himself among them.
Several cats lying on the wall stood up as Fang Ping passed by.
Their bodies arched, teeth bared, fur bristling—alert and wary.
This was—
A fight about to break out!
Damn it!
I'm not here to fight!
Fang Ping realized there had been a misunderstanding.
By helping the young male and female Police Detectives earlier, he had accidentally wandered into another cat's territory.
Cats were highly territorial. If another cat trespassed, there would definitely be a fight.
Fang Ping had no intention of fighting them.
Even if he won, it wasn't worth bragging about.
And if he lost—
That'd be embarrassing!
Though honestly, losing was unlikely.
He turned around, intending to walk back.
But behind him, more cats appeared on the wall.
Also arching their backs, baring their teeth, fur standing on end—just as wary and just as hostile.
If he got any closer, a scuffle was guaranteed.
Did he just stumble into someone's stronghold?
Fang Ping couldn't help but think of a saying: Curiosity killed the cat.
He was just curious, just wanted to watch the show. He had no interest in their territory.
But he couldn't exactly explain that to them.
Cats wouldn't understand.
Then suddenly, Fang Ping paused.
Wait a sec!
Damn it—I'm a cat too!
So then!
Let's have a little chat!
Fang Ping opened his mouth.
"Mrowr-mrao-meow-wawaaaa! (Hey friends, I'm just passing through!)"
It didn't really sound like a cat's voice.
Very few cats could make that kind of noise.
But Fang Ping had no choice—damn it, he'd never learned cat language. Whenever he tried to speak, it came out like that.
Back when he was a stray, he had been a lone wolf—well, a lone cat.
But he was a cat now.
Maybe the others could understand?
After speaking, he stood quietly, waiting for a response from either side.
Nothing came.
Instead, the cats reacted in perfect unison.
They turned tail and—whoosh whoosh whoosh!—all ran away.
Scared off!
Apparently, they'd never heard such a terrible sound.
Fang Ping froze.
Was my voice…
that scary?
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