Fang Ping walked in his feline stride, neither fast nor slow, following Ning Shan and the Male Detective from a distance.
Neither Ning Shan nor the Male Detective realized a cat had followed them again—for the second night in a row.
Ning Shan still hadn't made the connection between the alley cat from yesterday and Fang Ping.
It was simply beyond her imagination.
In her mind, Lord was a cat with a strong personality—alert around strangers. How could he possibly help catch a Fugitive?
Ning Shan and the Male Detective walked for a while and stopped in front of several police vehicles.
More than a dozen Detectives got out of the cars and gathered around them.
Everyone was in plain clothes—ready for the upcoming mission.
But the operation didn't begin right away. They seemed to be waiting.
The Male Detective casually turned his head—and suddenly spotted Fang Ping.
"Ning Shan!"
"That cat you just fed!"
"Looks like it followed us."
He smiled as he spoke to Ning Shan.
In the darkness, he couldn't see clearly, but it definitely looked familiar.
Ning Shan turned around—and sure enough, it was Lord.
She was already familiar with Fang Ping and recognized him at a glance.
Fang Ping's walking posture was different from other cats.
"I told him to go back."
"Why didn't he listen?"
"He's still following me."
Ning Shan couldn't help but speak up.
Her words made the nearby Detectives chuckle.
"Ning Shan, he's a cat!"
"You talking like he's human?"
"He doesn't understand what you're saying!"
A middle-aged Male Detective laughed.
"Captain!"
"I'll give it another try."
"I'll tell him not to follow me."
Ning Shan still wanted to make an effort.
The Middle-aged Captain checked the time on his watch.
"Go ahead."
"You've got ten minutes."
"Then we move."
Since there was still time, he generously agreed.
After all, Fang Ping was just a cat. He wouldn't affect the mission.
Ning Shan responded and jogged toward Fang Ping.
Fang Ping hadn't planned on letting Ning Shan notice him.
But he hadn't expected her and her partner to stop.
So he was discovered.
Seeing her run toward him, he knew he'd been exposed.
But he didn't mind. He was just a cat—who'd think that was strange?
"Lord!"
"Why did you follow me?"
"Didn't I tell you to go home? It's late, your owner's probably worried."
Ning Shan reached him, crouched down, and gently petted Fang Ping's head.
Fang Ping flicked his tail.
How was he supposed to answer that?
Zhou Chenchen was already asleep. She didn't know he'd left. Of course she wasn't worried.
"Go home, okay?"
"Don't follow me. I'm on duty."
"I won't be able to take care of you."
Ning Shan earnestly spoke to Fang Ping.
Fang Ping pulled out his classic move again.
Eyes blank!
What are you saying?
I don't understand human language!
Seeing this, Ning Shan felt helpless.
Her words clearly had no effect. This cat didn't understand her at all.
Probably because she'd fed him grilled fish, he now had a good impression of her.
She'd done her research—cats were sensitive creatures.
If you treated them kindly, they could sense it.
In fact, many strays found their owners that way.
But Ning Shan couldn't stay with Fang Ping all night.
After a few more words, she returned to the police vehicles.
Turning around—
She saw Fang Ping strolling nearby again.
Clearly, he had no intention of leaving.
"Ning Shan!"
"I think this cat really likes you."
"How about adopting him after the mission?"
The Middle-aged Captain suggested, noticing how fond Ning Shan was of the cat.
"Captain!"
"No, I can't!"
"This cat has an owner—didn't you see his collar tag?!"
Ning Shan would have liked to adopt Fang Ping,
but since he belonged to someone else, she wouldn't even consider it.
"He has an owner, huh?"
The Middle-aged Captain took a few steps forward, wanting a closer look at Fang Ping's collar.
Fang Ping backed away cautiously.
He could accept Ning Shan,
but he wasn't comfortable getting too close to the other Detectives.
"Still alert, huh?"
"Not bad."
"He's a good cat."
The Captain gave him a nod of praise and didn't step any closer.
He understood the cat didn't want to be approached and didn't force it.
"Lord, this is my Captain. He's very kind,"
Ning Shan said softly to Fang Ping.
"Forget it. Let him follow if he wants. We've got a job to do."
The Captain figured Fang Ping just wanted to play with Ning Shan.
He didn't mind the cat tagging along.
Lord was quiet and wouldn't interfere with the mission.
"Captain, it's past the scheduled time, but the informant hasn't shown up."
Another Detective reported to the Captain.
"Text him. Ask where he is. Let him know we're waiting."
The Captain frowned slightly.
Tonight's mission was to take down a counterfeit money factory.
Without the informant, they had no idea where the factory was located.
The area was too large to search door to door.
The Detective immediately pulled out his phone to contact the informant.
But a few minutes later, his expression changed.
"No response. The informant's missing. Could he have been discovered?"
He quickly reported to the Captain.
"Keep trying. Text again."
The Captain's face darkened.
The informant's disappearance was a serious problem for tonight's operation.
Not only might they fail to bust the factory—
the informant's life could also be in danger.
He regretted not assigning someone to secretly protect the informant.
But for fear of being exposed, he hadn't gone with that plan.
"Still no contact."
The Male Detective shook his head again, his face even more grim.
The other Detectives also looked concerned—
This might mean the entire mission was a bust.
"What a shame. If we had a police dog, we could've tracked him by scent. We've got his clothing."
One Detective said with a sigh.
But it was too late now.
By the time a police dog arrived, the suspects would've already fled.
"Cats have sensitive noses too—too bad this one isn't trained."
Another Detective glanced at Fang Ping, still nearby.
"I'll give it a shot."
Ning Shan suddenly said.
Everyone watched as she picked up a piece of the informant's clothing and walked toward Fang Ping.
But none of them had much hope.
Ning Shan wasn't very optimistic either—
Still, she wanted to try.
She crouched beside Fang Ping.
Fang Ping looked at her.
"Lord, smell this shirt. Can you lead us there?"
Ning Shan placed the clothing in front of him.
Fang Ping took two steps back—
No need to get closer. He could smell it just fine from here.
"Lord, can't help us, huh?"
Ning Shan looked a bit disappointed.
Fang Ping thought for a moment—
Fine. Consider it a thank-you for the grilled fish tonight.
He lifted a front paw, tapped Ning Shan's clothing, then turned and walked away.
After a few steps, he looked back at her—
His tail curled.
The message was clear.
Want to come with me?
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