Dream Guide

It was getting dark, and the shops on the street were lit up one after another. Some were dim, some were bright, some were bright white, and some were dark pink. After experiencing the same daytime that seemed completely different from themselves every day, people in the city began to enjoy their own different nightlife.

The hot pot restaurants and Hunan cuisine restaurants were all packed, and those who couldn't get a seat queued up at the door. The kebab stalls on the street are also crowded with people, and the aroma wafts far away. Lamb skewers and lobster catching gloves were littered on the road, and spilled vermicelli soup was scattered everywhere.

The cook shouted at the back door of the restaurant: "Why haven't the swill collectors come yet? The swill buckets are full and can't hold them anymore!" After looking around for a long time, he didn't see the swill truck coming, so he called the vegetable washer and said, "Go, pick up the swill collectors." Pour the water from the swill bucket into the gutter, remember to take out all the residue and throw it into the trash can, so as not to block the gutter!"

In the dark walled corner of the street, there are more than a dozen large trash cans lined up side by side, but they still cannot contain all the garbage left behind by people who indulge their appetites in this noisy night. Scattered plastic bags are scattered all over the ground. The soup is mixed with sheep's blood, garlic and exudes a rancid smell due to the influence of mold.

However, this disgusting taste has become a delicacy for some animals.

Several stray dogs kept sniffing beside the trash can. Human indulgence gave them the opportunity to pick and choose. For them, this is a rare food season to make their bodies fatter. When winter comes, people hide in their homes with heating on at night, and only a small amount of food waste will be frozen cold and hard when thrown outside. At that time, they will face months of cold and hunger.

The wall behind the trash can is more than two meters high. Behind the wall is a wasteland that has been demolished for a long time but has not been developed, and is covered with weeds and thorns.

A thin cat jumped up to the wall. I don't know whether it was because the light from the street lamp was too dim or because the cat was too dirty. It was completely black and you couldn't tell what color its body hair was. It only had two bright eyes. The hungry yellow-green light.

It lay quietly on the wall, carefully observing the noisy crowds in the lively market not far away, as if a scout was detecting the enemy situation ahead.

A stray dog ​​raised its head and glanced at it, wanting to bark. Probably because it was still swallowing, it only whined in its throat, and then lowered its head to look for its food.

The cat shrank its neck, and seeing that the dog was not barking, it became bolder, leaned out half of its body, and tried to jump down.

There were rustling footsteps over there, and two young men in white overalls were walking towards here carrying a large bucket of garbage. The cat quickly retracted its body, its front paws were lying on the wall, and its hind legs had retreated outside the wall, ready to jump over the wall and escape at any time. A few stray dogs only walked a few steps further and continued to scoop up their delicious food.

"Business is really good today." After throwing away the trash, one of them took out a cigarette and handed one over, "Here, take a cigarette and take a break."

"It doesn't matter if the business is good. It's the boss who makes the most money, but we're the ones who are exhausted." The other one took the cigarette and lit it. The firelight reflected the wall red, making the cat on the wall tremble.

"That's right. If my salary doesn't increase, I won't be able to continue working."

"You have to do it even if you can't do it. These days, it would be nice to have a job!"

"But our salary is too pitiful. We can earn a lot even if we catch a few cats! I heard that the price of the "Cat Killing Order" on the Internet has increased again, and one cat has risen to 5,000."

"Don't say five thousand, so what? Can you still see a living cat in the city? Even if you see it, you can't catch it, and it's not whoever sees it, you have to kill it. That’s it.”

"Hey, you said there is so much garbage here, are there stray cats or something?"

“There used to be a lot of them, but now I don’t know if they exist.”

"Why don't we get some medicine and sprinkle it on? Then we'll check back in the middle of the night. Maybe there will be a surprise!"

"Well, you can try it."

…

The cat pricked up his ears and listened.

There were footsteps again over there, heavier than the previous two, and it was obviously a fat man.

"Hey, let me tell you, what are you doing here? It's been taking so long to just throw away the garbage. You're lazy and don't even care about the time!"

"Just have a cigarette and come over right now!"

"Whose cigarette? I'll have one too."

…

The cat knew that there were too many people coming and going, and it was not time for it to enjoy the food, so it had to lick its lips gently, take a step back, grab the wall with its claws, and slowly take another step back, not daring to say anything A little sound. Just like this, step by step, it retreated to the base of the wall, and then it jumped into the grass with a slight leap.

Creeping in the overgrown wasteland, waiting quietly, like a sneak attack soldier waiting for the order to attack.

A wild mouse crawled through the ditch beside the grass. The cat remained motionless, staring through the grass leaves. When it came closer, it stretched out its paws like lightning and pinned it firmly under its paws.

The mouse squeaked.

The cat raised its head a little panicked at first and listened attentively, as if it was afraid that the small noise of the mouse would disturb the late-night snackers over there. After hearing no movement for a while, it relaxed and crawled down again.

This was a fat mouse. It was fattened by the abundant food here, and it was probably because of this that it was easily caught by the cat.

This fat mouse would have been a delicious dinner for the cat who had been hungry all day, allowing it to spend another desolate night without any worries.

However, when he heard the painful squeaking sound of the mouse, the cat suddenly felt a sense of sympathy and sorrow in his heart.

Half a month ago, it was lying on a comfortable blanket, blowing on the air conditioner, watching TV, and eating cat food bought in the supermarket. But now it is reduced to picking up food from the trash can and sneaking around. It is said that when a rat crosses the street, everyone shouts to beat it, but people only do it out of disgust, and very few people chase the rats until they are all killed. Nowadays, not only is everyone shouting about beating cats, but once they are discovered, they will never stop until they are killed.

The cat didn’t know what was going on, and of course it couldn’t understand the “Cat Killing Order” on the Internet, but it watched its own kind disappear into the world one by one. In today’s city, it’s hard to say how many cats are still alive. .

With the world people!

The cat slowly loosened its sharp claws, and the mouse squeaked twice as if it was being amnesty, and then moved its fat body and hid in the dark burrow.

The voices on the other side of the wall stopped, and the footsteps gradually moved away.

The cat ran up the wall again, stuck its head out, looked around, then quickly scurried down, and before a group of wild dogs could react, it accurately bit half of the leftover bass that people had eaten.

Its movements were swift and light, making almost no sound. Stains covered its fur, obscuring its original color, making it difficult to detect in the dark shadows. However, it could not hide its gem-like eyes that reflected yellow-green light. Even if it only flashed, it was as eye-catching as a meteor streaking across the night sky.

A drunken man was unbuttoning his pants and peeing in a dark corner of the roadside. Suddenly something shook his eyes, and he staggered towards the trash can. Then, his brain, which had been stunned by half a pound of white dried beans, suddenly came to his senses, and he roared with a voice as loud as a bell:

"There's a cat!"

The street suddenly became quiet, as if time had stopped for a moment. Then they coaxed it to explode. Street sweepers waving brooms, skewers eating skewers, cyclists pushing carts, and walking people picking up branches all rushed towards the drunken man.

The cat was so frightened that its hair exploded. Still holding half of the fish tightly in its mouth, it ran over the wall and ran away from the grassland.

People were shouting behind it: "Catch it... don't let it escape... surround it... block the exit..."