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Faced with the arrival of suspicious elements, all the employees of the rescue station were nervous.

Level 1 alert.

The unknown person with suspicious dress, suspicious behavior and suspicious aura, after looking at the hall, he walked straight towards them with a very suspicious bag. The man's boots were hard and thick, and he stepped on the floor of the hall, making a sound after a sound, like the prelude to the thriller scene in a horror movie.

Some volunteers are still young and are scared by themselves to fight each other, and they are closely connected to draw strength. Where can I get money to hire security guards when I am inexpensive to earn money? So Brother Wang, a veteran of the rescue station, was pushed to the front of everyone with a tough bullet.

"Hello, sir..." Brother Wang, as the only bearded man present, endured the desire to retreat, and his scalp was rude and polite, "Is it you..."

Before he finished speaking, the suspicious person suddenly stopped.

Brother Wang dare not say anything more.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

After the suspicious person in front of him stopped, his dark sunglasses were hidden in the shadow of the baseball cap, and he was directly facing them without saying anything. Everyone felt so angry that they could not even dare to look at them.

People were very afraid of what the other party took out of the bag, so they got tighter.

Weng Yao, who was standing behind the crowd, felt a faint feeling that the other person was staring at her.

In fact, Han Jue is indeed looking at her.

Han Jue looked at Weng Yao and recalled the rookie who covered Weng Nanxi in the American cafe.

The girl in front of me has no similarity between her facial features and Weng Nanxi, nor is she as stunning as Weng Nanxi, but she is also extremely beautiful. So Han Jue believes that the girl in front of me and the rookie in my memory are likely to be the same person.

After meeting two new faces in a row, Han Jue couldn't help but sigh that today's festive atmosphere was really strong.

But Han Jue just paused for a moment and had no other thoughts. He didn't want to have any involvement with Weng Nanxi.

Maybe five seconds later, or maybe not, Han Jue took another step.

But at this moment, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from under the sofa behind Han Jue, attracting the attention of all employees.

They know what this black shadow is.

Everyone was shocked and cheered the little cutie who had just scratched the volunteers.

The black shadow moves quickly, and its powerful claws rubbing against the floor, making a stunning momentum. It seems that people's encouragement is felt, so the black shadow accelerates, and the speed is a little faster than that of the sweeping robot.

Everyone:

Everyone watched the black shadow slowly dragging his injured leg and pounced on him...

Han Jue's boots.

"Um."

Han Jue suddenly felt the weight on the boots. When he looked down, he almost thought that there was a soak in the instep of his feet.

I saw a black cat with black hair all over his body but dirty hair standing on his boots, tilted his head, looked at him with two round copper-yellow eyes, and screaming from time to time, grabbing his trousers and supporting his body, and constantly trying to climb up, but because of a trembling and injured leg, he couldn't climb up.

"Meow~" the black cat shouted.

"???" The volunteers were digesting the situation in front of them.

The black cat was obviously not heavy, but Han Jue, who was about to take a step, only felt one leg being nailed to the ground. Han Jue stiffened his body and looked at Weng Yao’s volunteers with help.

"What's wrong with this cat?"

Han Jue forgot that he was wearing sunglasses, and his eyes were blocked for help. His voice was muffled through the mask, which sounded like a volunteer, and it was full of impatientness.

The volunteers were worried about the safety of the cat.

Han Jue was puzzled when he saw the volunteers wanting to speak but stop. He shook his feet twice, shook off the black cat, and continued to walk.

The black cat rolled on the ground, got up and walked around Han Jue's feet, making Han Jue unable to walk with peace of mind.

Han Jue looked at a group of timid young people, thinking that they did not dare to catch the cat. So he looked at the black cat on the ground that was walking with a glance at him.

Stop, bend over, and reach out.

"Ah!" everyone exclaimed.

"Don't!" Some girls couldn't bear to see the scene of the black cat being picked up roughly, so they couldn't help but step forward.

After Han Jue squatted down, he stretched out his hand and pinched the black cat's neck.

The next second, the black cat who was originally longing for Han Jue's arrival immediately bent down and motionless.

Han Jue's eyes lit up, and he scratched the black cat's head, chin, neck, and back with lightning speed, and exclaimed in his heart!

The little black cat's squinting eyes gave Han Jue great satisfaction.

The reason why Han Jue first pinched the back of the cat's neck was because he knew that when the big cat was carrying the kitten, it would hold the back of the neck, and the kitten would be honest as soon as it was picked up. Even if it grew a little later, the kitten would develop conditioned reflexes. Once the back of the neck was subjected to force, it would remain honest.

Since Han Jue learned this trick, he has been trying to use this trick for a long time.

But what, no, cat, fate!

Whether in his past life or present life, when he met a cat on the road and wanted to touch them, the only thing waiting for him was the cat's contempt and back. Without exception. In this life, Xiao Zhou followed him and had already photographed him with seven failed materials for touching his cat. Han Jue suspected that Xiao Zhou wanted to make up ten times before posting it online.

This time, he finally succeeded!

Han Jue wished he could call Xiao Zhou to take ten or eight photos to avenge his previous shame!

"Wow! This cat is very good." Han Jue looked at the black cat lying on the ground and enjoying his caressing.

The volunteers looked at the unlucky volunteer who had just been scratched.

The unlucky volunteer felt very wronged. He felt that he was well-known and not fierce. Why did the black cat just scratch him and not hinder the person with a suspicious identity?

Suddenly, the unlucky volunteer thought something, looked very excited, and lowered his voice and said to his colleagues around him: "Hey, I said! Is this person coming here the owner of the cat?"

"Huh?" Others felt that this was very possible. Otherwise, it would be impossible to say that people would not enter the previous moment, but the next moment they met a vague person and rushed over and let others touch him.

But watching Han Jue touching the black cat, with reserve and satisfaction, and rusty in satisfaction, not like the owner of his animal abandoned. What else is he saying,? Is it acting?

"It seems like my leg is injured?"

"It's so thin, I've touched my bones."

"Hey, this is like a lump of coal when you close your eyes."

“…”

Everyone listened to Han Jue's unaggressive nagging and then watched Han Jue stretch out his slender fingers, ignoring the black cat's gray dirty hair, and gently stroked it over and over again. He suddenly felt that this person with suspicious dress had a sharp decline in the pervert index, unlike a pervert who abused and killed small animals.

The main thing is that the sound is nice, gentle and crisp. It is the sound at the top of the pyramid of the online love world.

For good sounds, people subconsciously associate an image that is very different from the pervert.

After a while of eye contact between Brother Wang and his colleagues, he relaxed his nerves a little, approached Han Jue, and asked, "Is this your cat?"

"What?" Han Jue raised his head in surprise and looked into Brother Wang's eyes to confirm whether he heard it wrong, "No."

"Isn't it?" Brother Wang replied in surprise.

"No," Han Jue asked in an even more surprised tone when he saw Brother Wang so surprised, "Why do you ask like this?"

"Ah..." Brother Wang tilted his head with a strange look, "This cat was sent here five minutes ago. None of us volunteers can get close to it, but you will..."

Han Jue felt that the other party looked at him with a scrutiny. But when he thought about it himself, he also felt that his suspicion was quite high.

Han Jue asked himself,

The little black cat felt Han Jue stop stroking and said softly, reminding Han Jue to hurry up and not be lazy.

Han Jue came back to his senses and continued to scratch the little black cat's hair.

Brother Wang stood for a while, and when Han didn't say anything, he squatted down and planned to touch the cute little black cat.

Unexpectedly, the little black cat turned his head suddenly, tightened his body, opened his mouth slightly, and made a warning sound from his throat. The yellow eyes and pupils were no longer round like the ones when Han Jue was touching just now, but were erected into two thin lines, which was very terrifying.

Brother Wang immediately retreated.

Han Jue hesitated and touched it, but the little black cat did not react fiercely.

This difference is too obvious!

"You... are really not the cat owner?" Brother Wang asked.

"no……"

Other volunteers also participated in the topic: "Isn't this cat's owner? Then is this guy wearing catnip? So scheming!"

"Maybe it's very cat-like?"

"But his face didn't show..."

Han Jue didn't know what was going on.

"If it's not the cat owner, why not adopt it?" Weng Yao suddenly spoke.

"Hey, yes, this is fate."

"Black cats are indeed not very popular at rescue stations."

But everyone present was the one who loved small animals (except those who came to volunteer after Weng Yao), and they didn't care about this superstition, but for most modern people, the little black cat was black all over and looked very unlucky.

Xuanmao was a kind of evil-proof object in ancient times, and like crows, they were misinterpreted in modern times.
Chapter completed!