It was late at night in Moscow in June, and the temperature was still on the low side. Except for the occasional drunken man passing by, swearing loudly, saliva flying everywhere, and the smell of mixed vodka, there were no other pedestrians.
In the darkness of the street corner, Wang Zhuo curled up tightly and tried to stop himself from shaking. But even though his body was covered in hair, it could resist the coolness brought by the bluestone floor and the breeze, but it could not alleviate Wang Zhuo's hunger and fear.
Even at the construction site during the day, Wang Zhuo was still an excellent bricklayer who could earn 200 yuan a day.
But Wang Zhuo, who fell from the eighth floor, woke up and discovered to his horror that in just a few hours, whether he looked in the mirror or at his paws, it was already a fact that he had become a member of Moscow's huge group of stray cats!
Even though he has a strong physique and smooth body lines compared to his peers.
Even though he has a big head and a round chin, he can charm most men and women, good and bad, with his melancholy eyes.
Even though he has pure blood, he is called the prince of cats.
But Wang Zhuo would rather continue to be a dirty and tiring bricklayer than be a damn charming Persian cat! What makes him even more depressed is that this cat body was born about three or four months ago and is only as big as an adult foot.
Judging from the color of the coat and the plump cat meat on its thighs, it was probably a domestic cat that was abandoned by its owner when it was possessed by Wang Zhuo, or lost its way home because of gluttony.
No wild cat has a healthy body, and even after this body leaves its owner, it will definitely not eat for more than two days.
It probably doesn't like eating mice, but neither does Wang Zhuo.
At this time, a drunkard passed by and walked slowly towards Wang Zhuo, groaning. Wang Zhuo carefully changed his posture and put most of his cat body against the corner.
But the drunkard must have good eyesight. After holding on to the corner to vomit, he could see Wang Zhuo through the dim street lights.
"God, this cat is so cute. I should take it home to make Agata happy."
Wang Zhuo has been working in Moscow for two and a half years. Except for the names of the people mentioned by the drunkard, which he did not know, he understood everything else.
But Wang Zhuo didn't move. He was too hungry. He wanted to run away when the drunkard did something to save his remaining strength.
Perhaps the cat nature in his body caused Wang Zhuo's personality to change and he became dependent on humans. But he is definitely not a drunkard!
The drunkard had a bald head and was dressed in black. Looking at the vomit residue on his messy beard, Wang Zhuo was so disgusted that he almost vomited.
The big hand slowly stretched out towards Wang Zhuo, but when he saw Wang Zhuo's seemingly melancholy eyes but actually full of disgust and his trembling hair, he stopped suddenly.
"Forget it, Agata, my little cutie has already broken the legs of three kittens." The drunkard looked at Wang Zhuo again. "I really hope she can be as well-behaved as you." After that, he turned and left.
Before Wang Zhuo could catch his breath, the drunkard staggered back with a plastic bag in his hand.
He took out a piece of fresh beef that was bigger than Wang Zhuo from the plastic bag and placed it gently on the bluestone floor. The drunkard couldn't help but muttered: "Damn bastard, such a small piece of beef costs me two hundred rubles. I don't care." Could buy another bottle of vodka. Good thing I shot him, damn black person!"
I couldn't help but look at Wang Zhuo's melancholy eyes again. The ferocious expression of the drunkard gradually faded away. "Kitten, you look like my wife who died due to dystocia. Come here and eat!"
Wang Zhuo still didn't move. He tried hard to restrain his desire for meat. He was afraid that when he was eating meat, the drunkard would kick him to death.
We saw too many people like this when Wang Zhuo was a human. They wore uniform uniforms, bald heads, black boots, and embroidered swastika flags on their bodies. They specifically looked for trouble for other races and were extremely aggressive. Even Wang Zhuo often fought with them.
Frame. I have used steel pipes and machetes to deal with countless such scum.
"God! Leonid, the most famous butcher in Moscow, actually bought beef for a stray cat and killed someone today. Well, the main reason is that the nigger's Russian was so bad. Did he think he was rapping?" The drunkard knew.
Cats' habits mean that they won't eat in front of strangers. After giving themselves a reason to leave, they stood up and said to Wang Zhuo: "Kitten, I wish you good luck!"
Because of the temptation of food, Wang Zhuo stretched his neck to see the drunkard disappear. He hurriedly used his last strength to crawl to the side of the beef, and patted the beef with his soft padded paws.
The beef was very fresh and even bloody, and Wang Zhuo's sensitive nose could smell the meaty aroma.
But it is raw!
However, after Wang Zhuo hesitated for a moment, he opened his mouth, exposed two tiger teeth, and bit into the most tender part of the beef.
He was too hungry, and Moscow had less vegetables and more meat. Wang Zhuo had eaten medium-rare steak out of curiosity. Although he didn't dare to eat it raw, Wang Zhuo thought the taste should be similar.
The beef is very juicy and chewy.
But Wang Zhuo was still so disgusted by the smell of blood that he almost vomited it out. At the same time, the beef he had swallowed instantly sent a delicious and satisfying feeling to his brain.
It's very contradictory, because the body is a cat, but the soul hidden in the body is an ordinary person.
After destroying most of the beef, Wang Zhuo turned his round, snow-white belly upwards like a corpse, cleaning his beard with one cat paw, and carefully licking the soft pads and sharp nails of the other paw with his rough pink tongue.
Wang Zhuo was struggling in his heart when doing this action, but he just couldn't control this instinct. The moment his tongue touched his paw, Wang Zhuo thought about it.
Just treat it as a cigarette after a meal. It's a good habit anyway. After doing personal hygiene and sleeping for a while, Wang Zhuo finally regained his strength and couldn't help but think of the culprit who caused him to fall.
... Sitting on the unsealed window sill, the iron trowel was dipped in cement and lightly applied to the wall. The whole process seemed simple and boring.
As long as he finishes painting the wall around this window, he can get half a month's salary, so Wang Zhuo is working hard. This money can not only buy some tonics for his bedridden mother, but more importantly, his younger brother.
I have been admitted to a prestigious university in the province and am in urgent need of money.
Just as he was thinking that he finally had a college student in his family, the iron trowel suddenly hit a stone in the cement, making a grinding sound.
It was often seen that cement was mixed with gravel. Wang Zhuo didn't think much about it. He directly reached out and prepared to take out the stones from the cement and throw them away.
After a casual glance, the iron trowel cracked a corner of the stone. There was something unknown in the stone, and colorful streams of light were refracted from the crack.
Wang Zhuo became interested. In his hometown, he once dug up the tomb of the Empress Dowager of the Liao Dynasty. He heard from the old man that there were treasures unearthed back then that were also shining.
Afraid of damaging the contents inside, Wang Zhuo gently hit the stone with an iron trowel. He thought it would be difficult, but he didn't expect the stone to crack after just two hits. A golden elixir with a colorful halo appeared in front of Wang Zhuo's eyes.
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"What's this?"
Before Wang Zhuo could observe carefully, the colorful stream of light suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, a huge force was generated out of thin air, trying to break away from Wang Zhuo's restraint.
Out of greed and curiosity, Wang Zhuo instinctively clenched the golden elixir that was about to fly out of his hand, but he did not expect that this thing was too powerful, and he rushed out of the window with Wang Zhuo.
Wang Zhuo, who was flying in the air, was so frightened that his face turned pale. The only thing in his mind was fear. This was the eighth floor. If he fell, he would definitely die!
After flying about two or three meters, the huge force disappeared. Wang Zhuo and the golden elixir still in his hand fell directly into the bucket of the cement mixer.
When Wang Zhuo wakes up, he will look like the Persian cat now... "I should find it, see what it is, and find a way to sell it in exchange for money for my brother to go to school! Although it is almost impossible to complete." After the beef in his stomach has been basically digested
, Wang Zhuo squatted half down and licked the light red cat hair and the little brother on his crotch.
Only after he finished licking did Wang Zhuo realize what he had done. The nauseating feeling spread from his brain to his butt.
He vowed to find a way to become a human again!
Even if you can't change it, at least you must change these habits that make you depressed and sad!
He could temporarily tolerate his little brother, which was only half the size of a thumb, but he couldn't bear the instinct to lick it!
Determined to find the golden elixir first, Wang Zhuo put the remaining beef steak into the plastic bag that the drunkard had just thrown away. He tied it to his tail with difficulty. After doing everything, Wang Zhuo took elegant steps and disappeared into the darkness.
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The construction site, located in the suburbs of Moscow, was developed into high-end apartments. It was a reward given by Moscow's financial oligarchs to reward their outstanding employees.
A Persian cat with a plastic bag tied to its tail and a serious look on his face, but whose eyes gave people the impression that he was very melancholy, appeared here. It was Wang Zhuo who was well fed and drunk.
He once imagined that when he would be rich, he would be able to own a high-end apartment, even for one night. Now he thought it was possible, but he had to start by becoming the pets of these rich masters.
"Meow!" A slightly sad Wang Zhuo suddenly turned his head and moved his tail quickly to avoid the attack of a claw.
Just when Wang Zhuo was absent-minded, a drooling wild dog appeared behind him. Seeing Wang Zhuo dodge the attack, the wild dog's eyes followed the swing of the plastic bag on Wang Zhuo's tail.
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"I knew beef would cause danger. But before I made up my mind to eat rats, the beef must not be taken away!" Wang Zhuo looked at the wild dog with seemingly pride and walked forward without looking back.
Luring the enemy deep, the cat's fighting instinct was perfectly inherited by Wang Zhuo.
The wild dog was irritated by Wang Zhuo's attitude! What does your look mean? Is it contempt? Is it disdain? You are so arrogant that you have food but don't share it with me. Can't cats and dogs really be friends? Thinking of this,
It barked wildly and quickly chased Wang Zhuo with all four hooves.
When it immediately approached Wang Zhuo, the wild dog's body was in the air, its mouth drooling, revealing its sharp fangs and pink gums. Vigorous exercise made its muscles tremble, and its eyes and mouth were slightly deformed.
Wang Zhuo was always on guard, his ears pricked up, and at the same time a wave of violence filled his heart.
It doesn’t matter if I turn into a cat or lick my little brother, MLBBD, even a wild dog wants to bully me?
He turned around gracefully and quickly, stood upright on both feet, revealed the sharp nails hidden in the soft flesh pads, and fearlessly slapped the wild dog on the big face.
"Ouch..." Wang Zhuo's sharp nails pressed directly on the wild dog's nose. This is one of the weaknesses of all dogs.
The pain from the needle made the wild dog miserable. The most shameful thing was that Wang Zhuo attacked only one position one after another. The speed of his attacks was so dazzling that it couldn't react. In the end, all it could see was the shadow of the cat's claws in the sky.
The wild dogs howled and retreated...
After regaining his footing, Wang Zhuo finally found the advantages of being a cat, with flexible and graceful movements. If he had possessed these qualities as a human, he believed that his life would have been a different story.
