Chapter 9 Part 1 (6)

After the "Duke of New York" to the east, there are several office buildings, a dilapidated library, and then a tall apartment building, called the Victoria Apartment, which means that something has won, and after that is the so-called "Old Town", which is the old city. The housing complex, there are some great old houses here, brothers, there are old people living in them, thin old colonels, leaning on crutches, coughing; widows and old women; old maids with cats, deaf Yes, brothers, they have been pure and innocent all their lives, and have never felt the touch of a man.Indeed, some of the antiques here are quite valuable in the tourist market, such as paintings, jewelry, the waste made before the invention of plastic; Spherical street lamps, mounted on cast-iron lampposts, like guards on both sides of the gate. There was a room on the ground floor that was dimly lit. We ran to the dark part of the street and peeked in to see what was in the window.The windows were covered with iron cages, and the house was like a prison, but we could clearly see what was going on inside.

It turned out that the old woman with white hair and pouty mouth was pouring milk from a feeding bottle, and then put a few plates on the floor. One could imagine that there were many male and female cats meowing and moving.You can also see one or two big and fat cats jumping on the table and opening their mouths to "moo moo moo".The old woman murmured an answer, as if scolding her cats.There are many on the walls of the room; Japanese paintings, exquisite old clocks, and vases and decorations that look like valuable antiques.George whispered: "Things can be exchanged for a lot of money, brothers. England Will is very jealous." Peter asked: "How to get in?" Now it's up to me to hurry, before George tells us what to do first. "First," I whispered, "going to try the normal way, out the front door. I'm going to be very polite and tell a buddy passed out strangely in the street. When she opens the door, George's going to act like that. Then beg for water , or call a doctor, and it’s easy to get in,” George said:

"She may not open the door." I said: "Let's try, shall we?" He shrugged and cleared his throat, and I said to Peter and Dim, "You two buddies, hold both sides of the gate. Okay?" They nodded in the dark and said yes, "Come on "After I signaled to George, I went straight to the door of the house. There was a doorbell button next to the door, and I pressed it. The bell rang "Ding Ling, Ding Ling" in the hall, and there was a movement heard inside, as if the old lady and the cats were listening. He pricked up his ears when the bell rang, showing a surprised expression.So I rang the doorbell with a little urgency.Then I leaned over to the entrance of the newspaper, and called out in a gentle voice: "Madam, please help, my friend suddenly developed a strange illness in the street, please let me call the doctor." Then I saw the hall The lights in the house came on, and then I heard the old lady clattering towards the front door in her flat slippers; somehow, I felt her have a big fat cat in each armpit.Now she cried out in a surprisingly deep voice:

"Go away. Shoot if you don't go away," George tried to laugh when he heard that.My gentleman's voice is full of pain and urgency: "Help me, ma'am. My friend is very ill." "Go away," she yelled. "I know your tricks, coaxing me into opening doors, selling unwanted stuff. Go away, really." That was lovely innocence, "Go away," she added, "or I'll let the cat bite you." See It turns out that she is a little crazy, probably because she has been celibate all her life.At this time, I looked up and found that there was a sliding window above the front door. As long as I took a ladder and walked through it, it would be much faster.Otherwise, the argument will be endless all night, so I say:

"Okay, too big. You don't want to help, so I have to go somewhere else with my friends in distress." I blinked and let my buddies leave quietly, and just shouted to myself: "Okay, old friend, I will definitely meet you elsewhere Good soul. With so many hooligans in the night, maybe it's no wonder the old woman should be suspicious. No, she can't be blamed." Then we spied in the dark again; and I whispered, "Yes. Go back to the door. Go. I'll step on Dim's shoulder and open the window and go in, man. Then lock up the old lady and open the door and let everyone in. No problem." I'm showing who's in charge and who's in charge. "Look," I said. "The masonry work on that door is perfect, and it's just right for the foot to step on." I think they all saw it, maybe admired it, and nodded in the dark to say yes.

So everybody tiptoes back to the door, Dim the heavyweight and Peter and George push me up on the shoulders of a man.In the meantime, the streets were quiet, thanks to the stupid global broadcast of television, and especially because of the lack of police force at night and the night terrors, and I stood on Dim's shoulders and found that the stone bars on the door caught boots and knees easily When you go up, people go up.As expected, the windows were closed.I took out my razor and deftly smashed through the glass with the bony handle.Meanwhile, my buddy was having trouble breathing down there, so I reached into the smash and let the lower half of the window rise smoothly open.I went in like climbing into a bathtub.MY sheep down there raise their heads and open their mouths, brethren.

I stumbled in the dark night, there were beds, cupboards, large toilets, boxes and piles of books everywhere, but I walked towards the door of the room with great dignity, and saw a light under the door, and the door creaked, and I reached the storage area. Dusty hallway, and other doors.Brethren, so many rooms, what a waste to have cats for an old lady, presumably the tomcats and the female cats have their own bedrooms, like queens and princes, and live on cream and fish heads.I heard the old lady downstairs say in a low voice, "Yes, yes, that's it," presumably she was talking to the cat that called "Mom—" and approached sideways for milk.Then I saw the stairs going down to the lobby, and I thought, show these uncertain, worthless buddies, I'm more than worthless.I'm going to do it alone.Be super violent with crones and cats when necessary, then grab loads of semblance of useful items, hop around to open the front door, and scatter gold and silver treasures to eager buddies who have to learn all the qualities of being a leader .

I slowly and gracefully descended the stairs, admiring the dusty old paintings on the stairs-girls with long hair and collars, and green trees.The countryside where horses graze, bearded saints hanging naked on crosses, and the house has a strong musty smell like cats and cats eat fish, which has been accumulated for years, which is very different from the apartment.When I went downstairs, I saw the light in the front hall, where she was feeding the cat, and I also saw the big cat lady who was full of food, waving her tail, walking in and out, and brushing the fur on the door seat.There was a large wooden box in the dimly lit hall, on which I could see a handsome statuette, shining in the light from the vestibule, which I took for myself. The statue seemed to stand alone on one leg, with two arms The little girl with a stretched slender waist seems to be made of silver.I took it into the brightly lit vestibule and said, "Hi hi, hello, we've finally met. I mean, our brief conversation at the Journal of the People's Daily was not enough, right? Let's admit it, Let's be honest, you stinky old woman." I squinted to see the front hall in the light and the old woman in it, the carpet was covered with cats, cats, and cats, running around, and there were soft fur floating in the lower air, fat cats There are different shapes and colors of cats, black, white, tabby, ginger, tortoiseshell, and different ages. Drooling old cat.Their owner, the old lady, stared at me like a strong man and said:

"How did you come in? Stay away, you wicked young man, don't force me to hit you." I laughed out loud, and saw that the old lady was holding a basic civilized stick in her bruised hand, and she threatened me with the broken cane.I opened my shiny teeth and approached her slowly, along the wall I saw a little bauble on the sideboard, the cutest thing any child who loves music like me can see with his own eyes, this is Beethoven The raglan head, what they call a bust, is carved in stone, with stone long hair, deep-set eyes, and a big hanging tie.I went there immediately to get it, saying, "It's so cute, it was carved just for me." But I kept my eyes on it and walked towards it, and my greedy hand reached over, but I didn't see the milk dish on the floor, so I stepped on it. I climbed up and almost fell, "Ouch," I tried to stand still, but the old lady had slyly come up behind me with a speed rarely seen by old people, and slapped my Gulliver with her cane.I braced myself on my hands and knees, trying to get up, and said, "Naughty, naughty, naughty." She started beating again, and said, "Poor little slum bug, how dare you break into a decent house." I hate it This slap game, grabbing the end of the cane as it came down, made her lose her balance very quickly. She tried to prop herself up against the table, but the tablecloth came loose, and it took the milk jug and The bottle swayed like a drunk and sprinkled white milk in all directions, and she fell to the ground and groaned, "Damn child, you will suffer." At this moment, all the cats The children seemed to be panicked by cats, running and jumping in a panic, and some were blaming each other, paws hitting cat fists, clucking, clucking, clucking.I stood up, and the mean, vindictive old woman shook her chin and groaned as she tried to lift herself off the ground, and I kicked her in the face, and she yelled, "Wow— , "I saw that where the kick hit, a purple lump suddenly appeared, wrapped in wrinkles and longevity spots.

After I kicked my legs, when I walked back, I must have stepped on the tails of the screaming and fighting cats, only to hear a loud "呵——", a ball of soft fur, teeth, and claws hugged my leg tightly , cursing, trying to get rid of it, holding the silver statue in one hand, and trying to reach over the old woman to grab the lovely stone sculpture of Beethoven's eyebrows, at this time, I stepped on a saucer full of milk, almost One point leaps forward, and the whole thing would be ridiculous if it had happened to someone else than the narrator.At this time, the old woman on the ground stepped over all the fighting cats, grabbed my leg, and was still yelling "Whoa," because I was originally unstable, and this time I really fell down and held down the spilled water. milk and scratching cat, both fell to the ground and the old woman started punching me in the face while she screamed, "Hit him, beat him, pull his nails, little poisonous cockroach," only at the cat In other words, some cats obeyed the old woman's order, jumped on me, and scratched wildly.So I fought back angrily, but the old woman said, "Toad, don't touch my cat," and scratched my face.I screamed, "You old godmother," and threw the little silver statue on her Gulliver, which finally made her shut up obediently.

When I got up from the ground and got rid of the howling cats, I heard the siren of the police car in the distance, and I immediately realized that the old woman with cats was calling the police, but I thought she was dealing with cats Woolen cloth.When I rang the doorbell for help, she was already full of doubts. Hearing the horrible sound of the police car, I immediately ran to the front door and struggled to open the locks, chains, bolts and other protections.The door opened, and it was Dim waiting on the doorstep, just as I saw the other two so-called buddies scurrying away, "Go," I yelled to Dim. "Here comes the note." Dim said, "You stay and meet them, hahaha," I saw him take out the chain and swing it, and the chain swished and snaked, hitting my eyelids gracefully and artistically, thanks to my eyes Close fast.I howled, trying to see through the pain, and Dim said, "I don't like what you did, man. It's wrong to attack me like you did, man." Then I heard the heavy boots go He rushed into the darkness hahaha, and only about seven seconds later, he heard the brakes of the police car, and the disgusting siren howled and stopped, like a crazy beast dying, and I was howling too, as if there was no Flies on my head, slapped my head against the wall of the hall, my eyes were closed, dripping with juice, very painful, when the police arrived, I was groping in the hallway, couldn't see them of course, just heard, smelled these up close The smell of mongrels.Soon I could feel them move hard, twisting my arms and going out.I can also hear a note coming from the cat-infested room I just came out of: "She's been smashed badly, but still alive," and the cat's meowing can't stop. "It's really fun this time," I heard another Mingtiao Yu say, while being shoved and fucked into a police car. "Little Alex is in our hands." I screamed: "I'm blind, God punish you, let your blood go, you bastards." "Dirty words, dirty words," a voice laughed, and I slapped my mouth on the back of the ring-wearing hand.I say: "God kill you, stinky bastards. What about the rest? Where are my stinky traitor buddies? A goddamn stinky friend hit me in the eye. Catch 'em, don't let 'em get away. That's what they did My idea, brothers. They forced me to do it. I am innocent, God killed you." At this point they all laughed at me indifferently, and put me in the back of the police car, and I continued to say these so-called In vain, man, as it turns out, because they're probably back in the Duke of New York's booth by now, forcing stouts and double Scotches down the ever-present old crones, who respond with, "Thanks lads We. God bless you, boys. Been here, lads. Didn't leave." At this moment, the car I was in was driving towards the police station with the siren on, and I was caught between two cops. They were used to bullying people, and they beat me from time to time with a smile on their faces.Later, I found that I could open my eyes a little and, as through tears, glimpse the city houses flashing by, the lights seemed to be colliding, and through the stinging eyes, I could see the two giggling men watching in the backseat. Cop, and the thin-necked driver, next to the thick-necked bastard, he said to me sarcastically, "Hey Alexie, we're all looking forward to a good night together, aren't we?" I said : "How do you know my name, bullying the weak? May God send you to hell, you dirty bastard, whore." They listened and laughed, and a stinky guy behind me twisted my ear.Thick Neck Co-Pilot says: "Everybody knows about Little Alex's gang. Our Alex has become a famous lad!" "It's the others," I yelled. "George, Dim, Peter. They're not buddies, they're bastards." "Well," said Thickneck, "you've got plenty of time all evening to tell the truth about the heroic deeds of those young gentlemen who led poor innocent little Alex astray." The sound of passing cars with sirens. "Is that police car for these bastards?" I asked. "Are you bastards going to catch them?" Thick Neck said, "That's the ambulance. Must be going to pick up your old lady victim, you vile and shameless villain." "They did it," I yelled, blinking my stinging eyes. "Those bastards are drinking at the Duke of New York. Go get 'em, bloody stinky bastards." Another laugh, another slap on my poor stinging mouth, brethren, now we come to the stinking Police station, they kicked and dragged me out of the police car and shoved me up the steps, and I knew I couldn't get fair treatment from these stinky bastards.