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Xie Annan Back in the rental house, he collapsed heavily onto the sofa and lit a cigarette to calm his nerves. Whether it was from running too hard just now, the smell of nicotine was making him feel drowsy.
He only smoked half a cigarette before returning to the room and lying down on the bed. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.
But around five in the morning, a rustling sound woke him up again. He cursed in his heart and covered his head with the blanket. This kind of sound was too familiar; it must be the rats again.
Xie Annan He didn't get up immediately, but covered his ears. The noise in the living room grew louder, and the mice became more and more audacious. Unable to bear it any longer, he turned over and rushed out of the living room, turning on the light.
He didn't see any mice in the living room, only a few holes in the sofa cover.
"This damn mouse has become clever, hasn't it?"
Xie Annan cursed in frustration, no longer in the mood to sleep, and sat on the sofa until dawn. Then, they went back out to the street to buy a mouse trap.
He went into a hardware store and picked up a bunch of mousetraps. The owner smiled and said, "Why are you buying so many? Is there a mouse disaster at home?"
"There's a clever mouse, a strange big rat."
The boss looked puzzled, so Xie Annan recounted the recent troubles with mice in the house.
"It seems like these mice are clearly trying to get back at you," the boss said, touching his nose. "They say mice can understand human speech. If you want to use rat poison or traps, you can't talk about it. If they hear it, they won't fall for it. So, if you still can't deal with the mice at home, you can find my friend. He's a professional mouse catcher, can handle a whole nest of them. He's been doing it for over ten years, absolutely professional."
The boss took out a business card from the drawer and handed it to Xie Annan.
The introduction on the business card stated that he had been a professional rat catcher for fifteen years, known as the Black Cat Police Chief. Xie Annan just sneered quietly, picked up a bag of rat traps, and went home.
Unfortunately, the mousetraps almost filled every corner of the house, but for several days in a row, they hadn't caught the mouse. The mouse always managed to avoid the traps and would come into the house to gnaw on everything, whether it was the groceries, clothes, or wires. What made Xie Annan even more angry was that the mouse would always wake them up. After returning from its nightly thievery, the mouse would make various noises, causing frustration and anger.
After being tortured for two weeks, one night, Xie Annan lay in bed, listening to the sound of rats gnawing on the sofa outside. He remembered the little mouse that was scalded to death and the eerie big rat that calmly watched everything from the window.
"Let's play with you then." Xie Annan got up, picked up the business card of the pest control expert from the table, and looked at it with a sinister look in his eyes, as if contemplating something.
5
In a room illuminated by peach-colored lights, Bai Ning sits naked on a round water bed, smoking a cigarette. There are several fresh bloodstains on her back. A fat man lies on the water bed, seemingly unconscious, with his hands and feet bound to the bed.
At this moment, a well-proportioned woman entered the room, around forty years old, with shoulder-length curly hair, heavy makeup on her face, and a hint of charm in her eyes.
"How do you like it? This time, you didn't make a mistake, did you?" the woman said.
Bai Ning nodded and said, "This time I can get twenty thousand. You guessed it right. He has a wife and he's a Section Chief."
The woman chuckled and covered her mouth, "Exactly. I can always tell with men. This type is the best for making money. Remember, in a bar, you must pay attention to what kind of drink the man orders. Good drinks mean a thick wallet. If he orders a drink that needs to be mixed with something like preserved plum, it's probably low-quality liquor used to cover up the bad taste. You don't need to bother with this kind of man. They're just here to deceive young girls and won't yield much money."
Bai Ning remained silent, lost in thought.
"What's wrong?" the woman asked, looking puzzled.
"It's nothing, I just remembered someone, a man with a bunch of keys hanging from his waist."
"Then let's go, I've set my sights on a very good prey these past two days."
Bai Ning threw away the cigarette butt, got up, and put on a black skirt without wearing underwear. She took the money from the man's bag and stopped at the door.
"Wait for me," Bai Ning said to the woman.
She picked up the whip from the floor, walked to the water bed, and fiercely whipped the fat man's back. She raised her hand high, and with each lash, the fat on the man's body trembled and made a cracking sound. Bright and distinct bloodstains appeared on the snowy white fat.
However, the fat man did not wake up, like a dead white pig.
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