Chapter 148 The Incredible Truth 1

There were no kittens in the living room just now.

Everyone looked everywhere. After a while, a kitten really appeared, but only one appeared, and it was the little black cat.

At this time, it was quietly in the corner of the right window of the living room, curled up and looked at the group of girls looking for it.

"Brother Yellow Sparrow, have you found anything?" Wang Pao asked.

The yellow finch picked up the white hair in his hand and said, "Just find this."

"What the hell is this?" Wang Pao asked.

The yellow finch shook its head, "I don't know, but the kitchen knife in the kitchen left a deep knife mark on the chopping board, which is a new mark. I think someone must have cut something inside and used a lot of effort before or not long after the accident."

"I can't see that you really smell like a detective." Wang Pao said with a smile.

"Little Black, Little Black..." He raised his eyebrows and squatted not far from the corner with the little demon, calling this poor little thing.

Xiaohei Xiaobai was raised by Zhao Zheng since he was a child. It can also be said that they are the third and fourth owners of Xuanmen.

I have come to Xuanmen Pavilion many times. In the past, as long as they were called Xiaohei or Xiaobai, they would come obediently and make a meowing sound, but now, the little black cat in front of me has no reaction at all.

It just curled up in the corner and looked at the women in front of it. It was not afraid, and it had a feeling of indiretion.

"Where is that little white cat?" The yellow finch asked.

"We don't know. This little black cat has just appeared. Maybe they just went somewhere else to play, right?"

"Little Black, Little Black..." The little black cat still did not respond when he raised his eyebrows and exchanged again.

"What's the matter? I used to exchange them, and they are all good!" There is nothing I can do to raise my eyebrows.

"What's going on?" Wang Pao touched his head and heard the bold conjecture of the cat raising his eyebrows when he was Fenfeng. Wang Pao also thought it was very interesting at first, but now it seems that ordinary people raise things that ordinary people raise. They can't rely on them to find some clues like the tame police dogs in the army. It's really a little different. It'sthinkable.

"Xiao Hei, what's wrong with you? Why do you ignore me?" Yang Mei still didn't give up, but the kitten really didn't react at all. It just stayed quietly in the corner.

"What the hell is going on?" He raised his eyebrows and was a little discouraged.

"Bear by the way, are these two cats male or female?" Wang Pao suddenly asked.

"Why do you ask this?" The yellow finch is a little strange.

Wang Pao smiled and said, "Maybe they are a couple. The black one is the husband, the white one is the wife, and the wife is gone. Naturally, they are unhappy. I think maybe if you find the white one, you may find some clues."

No one cares about Wang Pao's joke. Isn't it too bullshit that the cat has started a relationship between husband and wife?

Zhao Zheng is not a god. Can the things he raise really communicate with human nature? And the word "white" he wrote when he was about to die, is it really that he wants to tell everyone something?

Maybe everyone just thinks everything too well. Cats are cats. It is not easy to train an obedient animal.

"Let's look for it and see where the white kitten is. After all, when Uncle Zheng was dying, he wrote the word 'white'. Maybe the clue is on it?" Murong Qing reminded everyone.

"Yes, let's find the white cat." He raised his eyebrows and stood up, turned around, looked under the small square table not far away, and shouted again, "Xiao Bai, Xiaobai..."

At this time, a 'meow' sounded.

It was sent by the little black cat curled up in the corner just now.

"It's called, it's called!" The little demon is a little excited.

"Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei..." He raised his eyebrows and bent down again and shouted a few words. At this time, the little black cat shut up again.

"It was called by it just now. What's going on? Why don't you open your mouth again?"

"Xiaohei, Xiaohei..." She raised her eyebrows and shouted again, but it still didn't work. She stood up and turned around twice, "Xiao Bai, Xiaobai..."

As soon as the voice of raising eyebrows fell, the little black cat curled up in the corner shouted again.

This time, it was extremely clear, and the 'meow' sound reached everyone's ears.

"Xiao Hei, what's wrong with you?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at the little black cat, "Little black..."

Miss Yang was a little angry. She didn't call Xiaohei, but Xiaobai. This little guy didn't deliberately play with himself.

"Wait!"

The yellow finch suddenly raised its eyebrows and said word by word, "You just called Xiaobai. It called it, didn't it?"

Raise your eyebrows and nod.

Everyone also looked at the yellow finch. Did the yellow finch find anything? Looking at his face, there seemed to be some surprise.

The yellow finch slowly squatted down and looked at the shiny little black cat. The expression on its face was a little excited. It muttered, "It is covered with black hair. We think it is little black. I may not be like this. I think it should be called Xiaobai, right, right, Xiaobai..."

As soon as the yellow finch's words fell, the little black cat really shouted.

"Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai..." He raised his eyebrows in surprise and shouted two more words. This time, the little black cat agreed very clearly.

Little black and white, one black and one white. The two kittens are often together. When everyone calls, they all call together. In the cat, they are indeed calling themselves, but when they appear alone, this is not the case.

Black cats may not be called Xiaohei, while white cats may not be called Xiaobai.

The yellow finch was very excited. The two strange cats raised by Zhao Zheng were so mysterious. It seemed that the word 'white' he wrote did have a meaning in it.

The yellow finch looked carefully at the little black cat in the corner, and suddenly remembered the scene in the kitchen just now, white hair, knife marks on the chopping board, sharp kitchen knife, is it...

The yellow finch felt a burst of scalp numbness. If he guessed well, Zhao Daotu's suspicion had risen to the point where it could no longer be raised.

The yellow finch slowly came forward and wanted to pick up the little black cat from the corner. At this time, the little black cat took the initiative to stand up, but its walking posture was very strange. Its right hind leg seemed to have been injured, and it felt a little limping.

"It has been injured!"

He raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes.

"Injured?" The yellow finch came forward and picked up the little black cat. The little guy also knew the yellow finch before and did not struggle. He even leaned comfortably on the arm of the yellow finch.

The yellow finch put the little black cat on the table and slowly broke its right back leg. A clear wound appeared in its eyes. The stomach of its right leg seemed to be separated by something. At this time, there was still a black needle and thread. At the position of the leg belly, there were also a lot of blood stains, which was a new wound.

Is all the mystery here?

The yellow finch felt that its head was really not enough. The word "white" before Zhao Zheng's death was not called the little black little black cat, plus the wound on its leg and stomach. What does this mean? Is there really something unusual in it?

The yellow finch was cold all over. After calming down for a while, he slowly said, "Brother Wang Pao, press it!"

"What's the matter?" Wang Pao was a little stunned.

The yellow finch handed the little black cat to Wang Pao, then took out the broken throat dagger from his body, and said word by word, "If Uncle Zheng wants to tell us something, I believe it must be in its legs and stomach!"

"Yellow finch, what are you going to do? Are you going to kill it?" He raised his eyebrows and rushed over.

"I just want to see what's in it!" The yellow finch tightened the dagger.

"Yellow finch, you can't do this!" She likes small animals, so she naturally can't bear it.

Murong Qing quickly pulled her, "Eyebrow, maybe the yellow finch is right. There may be anything in the kitten's legs and stomach."

"But, but... Sister Murong..."

When he raised his eyebrows and was surprised and unwilling, the yellow finch had already picked up the dagger and slowly cut the black thread sewn wound on the belly of the little black cat's right leg.

The little black cat let out a sad cry. This kind of operation without anesthetic is naturally very painful.

"King cannon, press it tightly and be careful that it bites you!" The yellow finch said seriously that the wound of the stitch had been separated again, and the blood suddenly came out of it.

After picking up the paper towel on the coffee table and wiping it twice, he suddenly found that there was a small black card hidden in the little black cat's leg, the size of a nail cap.

The yellow finch settled down, sucked a trace of blood next to it again, and then gently picked out the small card.

When this thing appeared in front of everyone, everyone was shocked. It was obviously the memory card of a mobile phone.

How can there be a memory card in the cat's leg?

Is all this Zhao Zheng's masterpiece? The white word written by Zhao Zheng before his death is to let everyone look for this thing, but why can he know everything?

"How could this happen?" First of all, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Murong Qing and Xiao Yao also look at each other in consterance. The plot of this kind of detective novel really appears vividly in real life. At this time, isn't the yellow finch a living young detective Jin Tianyi?

Everyone was in a hurry. They found the needle and thread and Yunnan white medicine from Zhao Zheng's room, sewed the wound for the little black cat again, and dealt with the toilet paper that wiped the blood stains. After everything was finished, the blood on the memory card was wiped clean. The yellow finch picked up the memory card, which was an ordinary. It can be an ordinary memory card, which shows that it is 8G of memory.

8G, there may be a lot of things in it. What are the unknown secrets in it?

"Yellow finch, what do you think you can have in it?" He raised his eyebrows and his eyes widened, very curious.

The yellow finch shook its head and frowned. "I don't know, but since there is such a strange thing in this cat, I believe it must be Uncle Zheng's work. He can't design it like this for no reason. I think when we know everything in it, the truth will come out, right?"

"Then let's take a look, yellow finch, take out your mobile phone!"

I can't wait to raise my eyebrows.

At this time, the sound of the Hummer suddenly sounded outside the door.

Yang Qihu and Zhao Daotu are back.

The yellow finch quickly put the memory card into his pocket and whispered, "Uncle is back. He must not let him know about this matter."