Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 730 Twenty-one. No one can kill a cat in the Hillelvig Mountains

In the third year of    Weird Times, the first ship, the Snow Moon to arrive at Storm Cape in the Badlands, caused a great uproar.

   Every continent thinks it's the only survivor except the broken Lennon Islands.

  The composition of passengers on the Xueyue cruise ship is mixed, including penniless poor boys, desperate businessmen, adventurers eager to explore, desperate nobles, and believers who spread the teachings. Apparently they all share the same quality: the spirit of the gambler.

  The cowardly and the fearful of death will not dare to cross continents in strange times.

  When it was confirmed that the ship set sail from the ice-free port of Wiener and that it was carrying all humans, the passengers were warmly treated. Poor boys became noble guests of nobles, merchants opened up new business routes, adventurers received rich spiritual rewards, nobles joined new circles, and believers opened up new churches.

   All passengers will be rewarded for being the first to eat crabs. Rumors that "no one can kill a cat in the Hillelwig Mountains" also circulated at this time.

The source of    is unreliable, it may be a banquet or a drunken talk in a tavern.

The    Hillelvig Mountains are adjacent to the western and southern coasts of the Lord's Continent, or in other words, it is in the most southwest corner of the Lord's Continent. The rolling mountains shield the local residents from the monsoons and humidity, but from the approaching of weird times, the Hillelvig Mountains have become the Rocks city walls that block hope (Note 1).

   The only easy road to the coast opposite the mountains is in the small town of Nice. The mountains sag a few miles away from the town, so people don't have to spend half a day traversing the mountains.

   So the aboriginal people living around the mountains spontaneously migrated to the town of Nice or left the mountains to avoid the situation that animals in the forest became less and less difficult to hunt.

  The once quiet town of Nice has become lively, and the dozens of miles of dirt roads leading to the coastline have even been repaired into stone-paved roads.

  There is an old saying in the Hillelwig Mountains: Sunshine does not penetrate deep forests.

   means that even if people are close to the rich mountains, there are still hunters who cannot eat enough.

  Nice town is no exception. Caravans and walking mountain residents come to the town every day, and more and more mountain residents come to the town, making more and more hungry people.

   Their existence has turned the originally peaceful town of Nice into chaos, with numerous incidents of theft, robbery, and even dead people. Even if the town mayor organized a group of prime-aged hunters to maintain law and order, it did not ease the town too much.

   But the new residents also realize that chaos will only make the town worse, so people tacitly strike a certain balance: in short, absolutely no hurting people.

  Theft, robbery, plunder. The town acquiesced to the unsustainable poor, but if someone was hurt, they could only be hanged.

   This is the only effort the town can make in the face of several times and ten times the number of people.

   While this relocation would make any legal scholar frown, it did effectively ease the chaos in the small town of Nice—just for people.

  The small town of Nice is home to many animals.

   Squirrels, wild dogs, cats, flocks of birds.

  Because the road to the fertile coastline is not difficult to walk, the residents of the small town of Nice are not like other villages and towns in the Hillerwig Mountains.

   Although a large part of the reason for this is that the townspeople are original believers of the Church of Nature.

   But the migrating residents changed this peaceful coexistence. The dingoes were the first to be unlucky, but the little creatures of their loved ones soon realized that the extra strangers in the town were different than they used to be. So some hid in the homes of residents who were willing to take them in, and some ran into the withered jungle and disappeared.

   Squirrels are not easy to catch, and it takes too long to set up traps. Except for some unlucky squirrels who are caught unsuspectingly or killed by bows and arrows, most of them are safe.

   So the most unlucky ones are the cats that live in the small town. They are not as "savvy" and group action as dogs, most of the day they just slump on warm, dry rocks, alone or in twos or threes, and spend the day without opening their eyelids even if someone passes by Take a look, like a group of cute and lazy elves.

   So they were wiped out. Dirty palms grab them with ease, and they get snapped off their heads or slashed open when the cat thinks it's petting and rubbing.

   There are domestic cats and wild cats. After all, we all know that cats are not creatures that stay at home.

  The local residents both hate and fear the outsiders who make the cat scream miserably. Every day, the sad cries of children over the loss of a partner can be heard from the houses in the town.

   All they can do is keep the doors and windows shut during the day, keep the house rat trappers from running outside, and reassure themselves that at least the outsiders are killing the poor cats, not them.

There is no reliable evidence when the    change occurred, and local residents believe it was the incident one month after the arrival of the new residents.

   That afternoon, many residents of the town heard a cat's mournful meowing. In later accounts some residents claimed they saw a lame solid black cat fleeing the town after screaming.

  The residents who saw this scene hated the outsiders, and were happy for the cat that ran out-at least it escaped the clutches of the hunters, and would never approach this dangerous town again.

   But the next day, people saw the black cat thrown out of the town yesterday with gauze on its hind legs, sitting in the very center of the town, occasionally following behind some people, but coming back soon.

  Some people tried to catch it, but the black cat always dodged vigorously, and it was strange that it would follow the person who caught it and leave. It's just that the black cat will come back again soon.

   But soon people discovered the terrifying truth: those who followed it all died tragically, some had their heads twisted off, some were thrown away from their abdomens, some were skinned, and some had their limbs twisted off—

   Residents start to panic, but then discover that black cats only kill those who have harmed them. How those people hurt the cat, how the retribution will appear on them.

  It is unanimously believed that the cat-killer offended the gods or some kind of existence, and occasionally there are people who claim to see a girl's shadow holding a black cat at dusk.

   The black cat left the town three days later and never showed up again.

   But the aborigines of the Hillelwig Mountains have reached a consensus and unanimously decided that this decree to protect them, protect others, and protect cats was born.

   is:

   In the Hillelvig Mountains, no one can kill a cat.

  Note 1: In 445, the Kingdom of Tlorent launched an attack on the capital of the Kingdom of Locks. King Henry XVI of Locks ordered the gate to be blocked, and the ten-meter-high city wall became a moat to block the enemy. However, Tlorent's use of fire attack caused most of the wooden houses to burn in the city of Rocks, which became a purgatory on earth, and hundreds of thousands of city residents were roasted alive.

  Note 2: If you want to sell weird currency, sell it to me!

   (end of this chapter)