Chapter 83 Cat Town (4)

Life is not free, what is the use of taking off the shackles of hands and feet!But I am not discouraged; at least I am not responsible for guarding this little hole for the cats.Take the gun and the matchbox; I started to climb the wall by the broken rope.Head over the wall, a piece of dark gray, not like night, but like hot fog without smoke.Go over the wall and jump off.Where are you going?Minus 8/10 from Courage while inside walls.There are no houses, no lights, no sounds.In the distance—perhaps not far, I can't measure the distance—seemed to be a forest.Dare I go into the woods?Know what the beast is?

I looked up at the stars and saw only a few large ones, glowing reddishly in the gray sky. Thirsty again, and very hungry.Hunting at night, even if I don't object to being in the company of birds and beasts, I don't have the ability.Fortunately, it is not cold; it is possible that you will not catch the cold if you are naked day and night.I leaned against the wall of the hut and sat down, looking at the stars in the sky and the woods in the distance.Dare not think of anything; even the most ridiculous thought brings tears: loneliness is worse than pain. After sitting like this for a long time, my eyes gradually lost their strength; but I didn't dare to fall asleep boldly. After closing them for a while, my heart moved, I tried to open them, and then closed them again.Once it seemed to see a dark figure, but it disappeared before it could be seen clearly.Suspecting hell, I blamed myself and closed my eyes again; just after I closed them and opened them again, I was worried after all.snort!There seemed to be a dark shadow, just saw it, but disappeared again.My hair stood on end.Hunting ghosts on Mars is not in my plans.I dare not close my eyes anymore.

For a long time, nothing.I tried to close my eyes, leaving a small gap to watch; here comes that black shadow! Don't be afraid, this must not be a ghost; it's a cat person.The cat people must have a particularly well-developed sense of sight, and can see the opening and closing of my eyes from a distance.Nervous, happy, almost breathless, waiting; he came in front of me, and I made my own way; as if I must be superior to cat people, for some reason; or because I had a pistol?ridiculous. Time is of no value here, as if he had waited for centuries before he was close to me; every step seemed to take a moment, or an hour, and each step carried the caution inherited from the whole history.Try one step east, one step west, bend down, stand up gently, twist to the left, step back, lie on the ground like a snowflake, crawl forward, and bow again... Kitten night practice Mouse catching is like this, very interesting.

Don't talk about moving, I opened my eyes suddenly, he might run to the outside of the space in one go.I didn't move, just kept a tiny slit in my eyes to see what was going on with him. I can see that he has no malice towards me, he is afraid that I will harm him.He didn't hold anything in his hand, and he came alone, so he didn't mean to kill me.How can I make him understand that I don't want to do him any harm?Inaction is the best way, I thought, at least it won't scare him away. He is getting closer and closer to me.I can feel his heat.He slanted his body like the posture when he was preparing to take over in a relay race, and waved his hands twice in front of my eyes.I nodded slightly.He withdrew his hand very quickly, maintaining the posture of running, but he didn't run.He looked at me; I nodded slightly again.He still doesn't move.I raised my hands very slowly and stretched out my palms to show him.He seemed to be able to understand this "sign language", so he nodded and retracted the leg that was stretched out far away.I still put my palms up and flexed my fingers as a gesture of greeting him.He nodded too.I straightened up and looked at him, not intending to run.After at least half an hour of this ridiculous agony, I rose to my feet.

If trouble equals work, cat people are the best at work.In other words, he and I have spent a lot of time gesturing, nodding, curling our lips, and poking our noses, almost exercising all the muscles in our body, to show that we have no intention of harming each other.Of course I can still bother for an hour, huh, maybe a week, if it wasn't for the dark shadow coming from a distance - the catman saw it first.By the time I saw those black shadows, the cat man had already run four or five steps away, nodding at me as he ran.I also ran with him. The catman didn't run slowly, and he didn't make any noise.I was thirsty and hungry, and after running not far, Venus appeared before my eyes.But I seem to see it intuitively: being overtaken by those cat people behind, I and I must not get any benefits; I should never leave this new friend, he is a good helper for my adventure on Mars.The people behind must have caught up, because my friend put more strength on his feet.After holding on for a while, I really couldn't do it anymore, and my heart seemed to jump out of my mouth.There was a sound from behind, a long, piercing howl!The cat people must be in a hurry, otherwise how could they make a sound so easily.I knew that I had to fall to the ground, and if I ran another step, my life would definitely end with a mouthful of blood.

With the last bit of strength in life, I pulled out the pistol.I fell down, and I didn't know where to shoot a shot. I seemed to pass out without even hearing the gunshot. I opened my eyes again: the room was gray, a circle of red light, the ground; the plane, a patch of blood, rope... I closed my eyes again. It took me many days to know: I was dragged to his home by that cat man like a dead dog.If he didn't tell me, I would never have figured out how to get here.The soil on Mars is so fine and beautiful, and my body is not worn out at all.Those cat people who were chasing me were scared by that shot and ran for about three days without stopping.This little pistol—holding only a dozen bullets—made me a hero all over Mars.