Bootlick

Zhang Zian determined the grade and price of the granulated cat food with just a pinch, and at that moment, he felt like Sherlock Holmes. But when he glanced over at Vladimir, it didn't seem to have any response to him.

At that moment, Zian thought of Wang Qian and Li Kun. With the two of them there, at least someone would've shouted "666…"

"Hey! You! What are you doing here?" A sharp and slightly hoarse female voice rang from the bamboo forest, and then a young woman in her twenties walked out and looked at him with doubtful eyes.

Her question had Zhang Zian in a blur. He felt strange when he responded, "Is this a military control zone? Is there a reason I can't be here?"

The woman wore a gray suit. She had glasses on and a pair of sneakers that didn't match her suit. Through Zhang Zian's, who has been possessed by Holmes, observation, he found traces of red on her right fingertip, which of course, wasn't blood. It seemed to be red ink.