The campus of First University shrouded in darkness looks particularly comfortable and quiet.
On both sides of the tree-lined road, the broad leaves of the deciduous sycamores blocked the cold moonlight, causing many mottled shadows to appear on this bluestone road. The low hum of the oil gourds and the clear ringing of the golden bells could be heard one after another in the grass not far away.
, like a beautiful duet.
A white kitten, accompanied by the drums of the symphony, jumped and danced happily in this bleak world.
The kitten is only about two or three months old. The fur on its body has not completely faded away. Its meowing is still full of the smell of milk. It is at an age when it is full of curiosity about the world.
Now, what intrigued this little thing was a butterfly.
A black butterfly.
This butterfly floats lightly in the air, like confetti, lifeless, like a small piece of tranquility that has been torn away from the night, which makes people intoxicated.
The kitten was apparently obsessed with this particular flying insect, too.
In its eyes, butterflies that don't fly very high or fast are the best toys. On weekdays, it can follow them and flutter behind them for most of the day, and never tires of it.
At this moment, in its big round eyes, there is nothing except this butterfly.
The black butterfly floated lazily in the night, often swaying in the wind before the kitten's furry paws fell, avoiding this naughty hunter.
This seems like a tease.
The kitten's meowing became more and more urgent, and the frequency of its pounces became more and more frequent.
Until the sound of washing up interrupted the kitten's game.
It cautiously stopped, one paw still raised in the air, its light green eyes narrowed, and its big triangular ears flexibly rotated, searching for any suspicious sounds around it.
The gurgling water, the rustling fallen leaves, and the quarreling sounds of golden bells and oil gourds in the distance were all the same as usual.
There was a moist smell in the air, and a few buzzing mosquitoes accidentally hit the kitten's nostrils.
‘Poof’! ‘Poof’!
The kitten immediately forgot about the suspicious noise just now and sneezed hard, trying to drive away those nasty intruders.
When it felt comfortable again, it recalled the black butterfly.
Looking up, the moonlight is like water, the lake is silver-plated, and the black butterfly is hovering on the white rockery not far away, like a drop of thick ink on white paper, extremely conspicuous in this bright world.
It immediately jumped up the rockery and pounced towards the butterfly.
This time, it got its wish.
The black butterfly was pressed under the flesh pad with a slap like a dead leaf.
It snored happily and raised its paws cautiously.
The butterfly disappeared.
There is only a black mark on the white stone.
As the breeze blew by, the black mark turned into a plume of fly ash and disappeared over the vast Linzhong Lake.
Alas!
The kitten tilted its head, its eyes full of curiosity.
Normal butterflies don't look like this.
They are edible on weekdays!
It raised its paw, licked a little bit of fly ash remaining on the flesh pad, and then immediately stuck out its tongue and made a 'bah bah' sound.
"What a naughty little thing." A muffled voice sounded above the kitten's head, as if its mouth was covered with several thick layers of paper, making it sound a bit buzzing.
A hand as white as jade reached out to the white stone, along the head and neck, and gently stroked the kitten's fur.
White night, white hands, caressing the white kitten.
Everything looks so plain.
The kitten meowed, lowered its body docilely, and purred happily from its chest.
"You smashed my butterfly to pieces, what should I do?" He gently curled his fingers and scratched the kitten's belly, and his buzzing voice sounded a little distressed: "You smashed today's news to pieces."
The kitten turned over comfortably, turning its face sideways, and a strange creature was reflected in its big, pure eyes.
"Yeah! It's even more troublesome." The buzzing voice seemed a little annoyed: "I was also seen by you...you can't blame me."
She moved her bare hands gently, through the kitten's smooth fur, and gently kneaded its fragile spine.
The little wild cat blinked its light green eyes and meowed repeatedly, innocent and simple.
"Being cute can be considered the original sin!"
The buzzing sound floated softly and disappeared in the soft night wind.
The little white cat lay peacefully on the spot, its light green eyes motionless, staring at the dead lake, as if waiting for a fish to jump out.
like a statue.
Time passes, but the night remains dark.
A few minutes later, with a few sounds like a balloon deflating, a group of figures shrouded in black robes appeared on the shore of Linzhong Lake.
"It's this area." A stern voice broke the quiet night: "The guardian formation has detected the disappearance of a life. Everyone is ready! Search immediately!"
"No need to search, I've already seen it." A thin figure strode toward the white rockery.
On the rockery, a kitten was lying there quietly.
"Hilda, start extracting residual information from the nearby air immediately!" The thin figure looked at the white kitten in front of her and gave quick instructions.
"Okay, Professor Yi." The lazy voice took out a small piece of bamboo tube, unplugged the cork on the tube, and released a group of small white creatures that looked like fireflies.
"Is this your newly cultivated mutated light bug?" a curious voice next to him asked in a low voice: "Judging from the size, it is much smaller than the ordinary light bug."
"But in terms of ability, they are more than twice as powerful as ordinary fireflies." Hilda shook her fingers showily, and a white fireflies obeyed and landed on his fingertips: "See, their
The tentacles are finer and the skin cells are thinner, which makes them more sensitive to the environment... I improved the foraging system and color-changing mechanism of the light bugs so that they can emit different colors by absorbing the evil spirit in the air...
In fact, next month’s issue of Magical Creatures will publish my paper on mutant lightflies!”
"That's a big journal with an impact factor of 4.1." That curious voice was full of envy.
"Shut up!" The first stern voice sounded again: "Hilda, if you don't want to go back to the laboratory and stay for ten years, you should study more carefully!"
"Yes, yes! My Professor Monteria." Hilda lazily raised her hand and looked at her companion next to her with a wink.
"Victor, go to the bottom of the lake and ask the group of fishmen to see if they have any clues." Professor Yi, who carefully observed the little white cat, said again: "By the way, compare their patrol logs this week with those of Linzhong Lake
Get the environmental monitoring report as well."
"What if they resist?" Victor took off his robe, revealing a pair of shining armor.
"It is allowed to do things expediently." Professor Yi did not hesitate at all.
"Okay." Victor easily tore up the space in front of him and simply squeezed through.