The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

Well? Where is this?

When I woke up again, my surroundings were different.

The trash can is gone, and I am now lying on a soft cushion with a blanket on my body.

Hey? How did I get smaller?

Am I reincarnated? How did it become exactly the same as when I was a child.

The body has also regained its vitality, and it is amazing that it can run, jump and jump, and even stronger than before.

Lifting the blanket on my body, just as I was about to stretch, a voice came from behind me: "You are finally awake!" "

It's a voice I've never heard before, it's unfamiliar.

I twisted my body and saw a brown-haired bipedal looking at me with a smile on his face.

"It's quite bold, and I'm not afraid of people."

When was my Tom scared? I couldn't help but roll my eyes, although I didn't know him, but he should have saved me, right? I waved at him politely.

This two-legged beast who didn't know the so-called actually touched my head! Well...... Very comfortable, he picked me up and said, "I'm Lance, and we'll be a family from now on!" "

I'm a little confused after hearing this, family? What does that mean?

Breaking free of his hands, he jumped to the window and looked out, and at this moment I realized that the outside world was completely different.

It was no longer the street I was on, with high-rise buildings and cars speeding down the street, and everything looked different from what I was familiar with.

It's not like that with Meow Star?

Or am I starting a new life again?

I was a little confused, and when I woke up from a sleep, it changed a little more.

After turning my head and taking a closer look at the man named Lance, I jumped off the windowsill and walked around the dilapidated house, and I didn't find any mouse holes.

"Are you looking for something?" Lance looked at me suspiciously.

"I see, you're hungry, aren't you? Follow me, I have food for you. With that, he led me to the kitchen.

A bowl of milk, three small dried fish, and a chicken breast, it looked quite hearty, and I couldn't wait to eat it, I haven't eaten anything so delicious in a long time!

"How does it taste?" Lance sat in the chair opposite, propped her chin and looked at me with a smile.

I nodded, not knowing how to face him, not knowing what to say, will I live in this house in the future?

Maybe he's my new master.

The rest of the days were peaceful, and I wasn't used to days without Jerry for a while, but I thought it might be better when I got used to it.

Sometimes Lance would take me out and he would tell me he was going to boxing and earn some living expenses.

Then we will come to a very hidden place, through three iron gates and a few bodyguards to reach a place.

I'm going to get messed up by those people, damn it, I spend four hours a day taking care of it!

I didn't want to be rubbed by others anymore, climbed on the upper bracket, which is still a VIP venue, and I can intuitively see the free fighting competition venue below.

Well? There was a strange noise.

I looked up at the iron shelf opposite, on which were four turtles lying on it.

It's really strange that turtles crawl to this kind of place this year? Still looking at this kind of thing?

It's a magical world.

Stop paying attention to the turtles and set your eyes on the ring below.

Lance was awesome, knocking his opponent to the ground again and again, earning two or three hundred dollars a day, and then he would take me to eat all kinds of food.

I never spoke to him during this time, because I didn't think we were particularly familiar with each other before and didn't know how to speak.

I quickly adapted to this life, although not very wealthy, but I also had no worries about food and clothing, the only thing that made me regret was that I had never seen Jerry for so long.

I can't find it anymore.

Lance has always taken good care of my emotions and made me feel very good and the distance between us is getting closer.

Sometimes when I jump off the roof, he will run to pick me up in a panic.

After grabbing a chocolate from the store and eating it, he would take me to the pet hospital in a daze.

It makes me feel strange, what is there to panic about these things? Nothing.

Lance is also a strange person, he will perform 100 sit-ups and 100 push-ups from time to time every day, plus 100 squats and 10km runs, and train every day without interruption.

This confused me, this kind of movement is not very large, but I can detect every day that he is stronger than the day before, what is the structure of Lance's body? I'm a little curious.

We thought that our comfortable life would last forever, but it didn't take long for this peace to be shattered.

As usual, at eight o'clock in the evening he took me to the underground fight club.

But Lance, who is constantly getting stronger, did not grasp the strength this time and accidentally punched his opponent.

The gamblers around the ring questioned him for a match-fixing, and dozens of people broke through fences and security guards, rushing up as if to beat him up.

But how are these people his opponents?

Two minutes later, Lance carried me out of the house, and he told me that the rest of his life might be tough, because I could understand his difficulties because of the loss of this income.

After a few days of idleness, he was watching TV with me one night, a talk show, and before I knew it, I laughed and slapped his thigh a few times, and then I noticed Lance looking at me with amazement.

I was a little unnatural, because I had never spoken to him, pretended not to see his eyes, and continued to enjoy the two-legged beast on TV.

In the days that followed, his attention to me became more and more strange, and I knew that a cat like me would be so outstanding wherever it was, and finally I couldn't help it anymore and said to him the first thing: "I'm hungry."

Sure enough, as I expected, Lance froze, and immediately went to cook me food.

"Damn, you can actually talk? Why don't you tell me?

I said, "Didn't you ask me too?"

This sentence once again silenced Lance.

"Do you have a name?"

"My name is Tom."

After introducing himself, I found that he was stunned again, not knowing what he had in mind.

Later, in the exchange, we got along better, eating together, bathing together, sleeping together, chatting together, playing games together, and he also knew that I was so versatile.

After a long life of salted fish, he suddenly told me: "Tom, shall we open an office?" How about being a bounty hunter and being a private investigator? "

I didn't know what it was, but it sounded high-end and high-grade, and I agreed.

On the same day, he took me to the landlord's mother-in-law's house, hoping to rent her other vacant second-story cottage and convert it into an office.

At first, the other party was reluctant, but the hateful Lance put me in a dress, and after a ballet, the landlady gladly agreed.

Lance is happy to finally have a new livelihood.

And I was a little unhappy, so I decided to sneak out and play.