Bo Ting: !!!
“Where did you come from?”
And what the hell was this thing in front of him?
The neat-freak straight man was about to lose his mind as he stared at the gray rat before him.
Upon closer inspection, this thing even had two heads—deformed as hell!
Doudou tilted its head in confusion and let out a “Wuuf.”
Bo Ting took a deep breath. “Take this thing away first!”
Seeing that the human didn’t seem to like it, Doudou obediently stepped forward, snatched up the gray rat that was trying to escape, and “thudded” it onto the ground. Then, with one nimble paw, it pinned the creature down.
The gray rat didn’t even have time to make a sound before it was subdued again.
Bo Ting: …
He couldn’t bear to look. It had just been in its mouth, and now it was under its paw—who knew how much dust was on it.
No way, he had to give Doudou a good bath later.
Calming down in the middle of the night, the shock had completely chased away any trace of sleepiness. Bo Ting couldn’t help but start thinking.
So, the last time could be called an accident, but what about today?
A few nights ago, when Doudou had suddenly appeared, he’d thought it was because he hadn’t locked the door or window properly.
But today, he remembered locking the door and even closing the windows tight?
What kind of wall-climbing, eaves-leaping skills did this thing have?
Bo Ting stood up and pushed open the window, inspecting every possible climbing spot outside. His expression was full of suspicion.
When he turned back, he saw Doudou tilting its head as if asking for praise, seemingly puzzled.
“Wuuf?”
His heart softened instantly. Even though he was a bit annoyed that Doudou had brought a strange rat to his bedside table, it was still the dog’s heartfelt gesture.
It was real repayment for all the hard work he’d put into taking care of Doudou before!
Though the gift was a bit special. Didn’t the internet say this was how pets showed love for their owners?
Doudou must have seen that he couldn’t hunt, so it went hunting and brought back prey for him.
It was just that this prey was more spine-chilling than other bizarre catches.
Not only a rat, but a two-headed one.
Who knew how it had grown like that.
Bo Ting sighed, his mouth twitching in disgust and nausea, torn between that and Doudou’s good intentions for a while. In the end, he resigned himself to picking up his phone and snapping a photo of Doudou and the two-headed rat in the darkness.
Feeling both exhausted and the warm satisfaction of an old father, he sent it to the netizens.
“Didn’t waste feeding the dog.”
“Who’d have thought there’d be this kind of surprise? I’d finally fallen asleep tonight, and the dog brought its own prey to feed me.”
“Probably afraid I’d go hungry.”
Though he really didn’t need to.
After sending it, Bo Ting turned to look at the dog, pondering where to start washing it later to properly return the deep affection!
Meanwhile, in the forum, as the message popped up, Xu Qinglai saw it too.
Hadn’t he said he was going to rest?
Why was he back online?
With some doubt, he tapped the screen. The person in the car saw the enlarged photo and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow slightly, surprised for a moment.
In the pitch-black bedroom, the bone dog’s scarlet-glowing eyes stood out.
But even more eye-catching was the rat struggling under its paw—
A two-headed rat…
Xu Qinglai’s gaze fell on the gray rat pinned by the bone dog, and he noticed a very concealed horn on its forehead.
Clearly, this was one of the Rat Kings. He didn’t know how it had been caught by that bone dog.
But according to the message he’d just received from the Resurgence Management Office, tonight was supposed to have… a rat surge?
Xu Qinglai thought for a moment and chuckled lightly.
“See, having a dog is still pretty necessary.”
The company he was at had no two-headed rats daring to show up—after all, those things knew to avoid harm.
And with that bone dog catching a Rat King, things should be a lot quieter over at that netizen’s place, right?
Bo Ting didn’t catch the hidden meaning and thought Xu Qinglai was praising Doudou’s filial piety.
He agreed for a moment, then shook his head. “Just gotta give it another bath now.”
“Good thing I’m practiced at it.”
After saying that, Bo Ting had to find another cage. With a dark face, he herded the gray rat inside.
As Doudou reluctantly lifted its paw, the released gray rat’s two heads both turned to look, seemingly letting out a snicker.
A weird “Squeak” echoed in the dead of night.
It was so obvious that even Bo Ting heard it.
Bo Ting: ?
“Damn! Did that thing just laugh?”
And it was that annoying snickering kind?
He hadn’t misheard, had he?
This deformed rat was so anthropomorphic? Even its laugh was that creepy?
Bo Ting crouched on the balcony, feeling more and more uncomfortable the longer he looked at the two-headed rat. For some reason, it started giving off a eerie vibe.
His expression darkened.
The gray rat, which had just been mocking the massive bone dog, sensed someone watching it. Its movements slowly stiffened. When it noticed the shadow overhead, its voice cut off abruptly.
The two-headed rat’s heads showed different expressions, vividly lifelike to a shocking degree.
Bo Ting felt like his eyes were burning.
“Damn!”
“What the hell is this thing.”
“The more I look, the worse it gets.”
Doudou nodded too. While Bo Ting was studying the dead rat, it quietly sighed in relief, finally escaping the bath ordeal.
It was Bo Ting’s first time seeing such a bizarre creature—it was disgustingly repulsive. After a few glances, he went to the bathroom to wash his hands. A few minutes later, he returned.
But as soon as he did, he found… why had this thing suddenly zoned out?
The rat in the cage, which had been lively and snickering moments ago, had suddenly gone rigid, staring blankly at the air as if it had inexplicably lost its soul.
So weird?
In the neighboring Ligang Street District:
Si Ning had just cleared one wave of nearby two-headed rats when new ones surged in—like an endless tide.
Fortunately, they were near Wenhua District, and the rats didn’t dare cross the boundary. It was much easier than in other areas.
For a full five hours, not a single member of the Sixth Squad rested. They didn’t know how many two-headed rats they’d exterminated before finally clearing the streets.
But after stopping, Captain Si Ning circled around and frowned slightly. “Didn’t see any Rat King?”
“Did you?”
Zhao Peng shook his head, and Xue Hengfu said he hadn’t either.
None of the team members had noticed a Rat King?
It was well-known that during a rat surge, almost every major area had a Rat King directing things. But their district’s streets were cleared of remaining rats, and they hadn’t seen any with horns.
Xue Hengfu leaned against the wall casually, wiping sweat with a carefree grin.
“Psh, Captain, don’t worry. Even if there wasn’t one, it doesn’t matter. The two-headed rats’ brains are linked. With the little ones all cleared out, the Rat Kings share their minds with the horde—they’ve probably croaked in some corner already.”
“No issues.”
Si Ning nodded; he did agree with Xue Hengfu.
Meanwhile.
Bo Ting had just suspected the rat’s mind was off when he picked up the cage and shook it.
Suddenly, the dazed rat “thudded” backward without warning, collapsing in the cage as if stone-dead.
Wait, he hadn’t even touched it?
Bo Ting was dumbfounded.
How was this dead rat playing the victim?
