False evidence

Chapter 117 Old Cat (Part 2)

I spread my hands at Jiang Banxia: "This is a pet clinic."

Jiang Banxia sighed: "You really are just like everyone else."

"Don't misunderstand, I believe what you said."

I found this woman very strange, but I still wanted to try my best to keep this client.

"Actually, not long ago, I saw someone use a dog to kill someone."

"Oh? What is it like? Would you mind telling me?"

Jiang Banxia was clearly intrigued.

After I roughly explained the matter of Shuanzhu 'murdering', she shook her head repeatedly:
“You didn’t understand what I meant. I meant that the cat itself wants to kill, not be used as a tool.”

"Just tell us what you want us to do for you."

I'm starting to really think that this woman has some mental issues.

Felines are natural hunters, but cats are not tigers or leopards, so how could they possibly hurt people?

Under normal circumstances, a cat's lifespan is between twelve and fifteen years. If a cat can live to be nineteen years old, that's equivalent to a human living to be over a hundred.

I reckon this old cat wouldn't even be able to catch a mouse, let alone kill someone. Even a moron wouldn't believe it.

Seeing that Jiang Banxia seemed not to have heard me, Fang Ling couldn't help but ask, "Why did you lock the cat in the birdcage?"

Jiang Banxia seemed to snap out of her daze. "Oh, actually, Chou Dan isn't my pet. It's my best friend's cat. Apparently, when it was very young, it killed the thrush in this cage when its owner wasn't home."

The thrush was very valuable. When its owner returned, he was furious and gave Chou Dan a severe beating, then locked it in the cage. Strangely, from then on, Chou Dan actually treated the cage as its nest. It couldn't sleep soundly anywhere else.

"That's quite interesting." I couldn't help but smile and asked Jiang Banxia again what I could do for her.

She said, "I have to go on a business trip soon, so I can only leave Chou Dan with you. I will come to pick him up in three days. During this time, you must guarantee that he will not have any problems and, more importantly, will not die."

I immediately shook my head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't think we can help you. You must also work in the medical field, right? Then you should know what this cat's age means."

Even if a person lives to be a hundred years old and still looks healthy, they will inevitably run out of energy and die peacefully in their sleep.

Although it's only supposed to be boarding for three days, who can guarantee that this old cat won't die of natural causes during that time?

Jiang Banxia asked me curiously, "How did you know I work in the medical field?"

"You smell of disinfectant."

"You're very thoughtful." Jiang Banxia nodded. "Alright, then you all do your best to take good care of it."

As she spoke, she opened her purse. As she took out her wallet, an ID card fell out along with it.

I was taken aback: "Are you a police officer?"

Jiang Banxia picked up the police officer's ID card and said, "Forensic doctor."

I suddenly had a strange and inexplicable feeling.

A woman brought over an old cat kept in a birdcage, saying: This cat will kill people.

A normal person would definitely think that the cat is fine, and the problem lies with the person.

However, it is even more unbelievable that such absurd words came from the mouth of a forensic doctor.

I was wondering why Jiang Banxia, ​​given her status, would say such strange things when I suddenly felt like I was being watched. Following this feeling, I saw the old cat in the birdcage had opened its eyes at some point and was staring straight at me.

I couldn't help but shudder, and for a moment I realized that Jiang Banxia hadn't been lying earlier.

Although the old cat's gaze seemed somewhat indifferent, it was precisely this seemingly callous look that instantly triggered a terrifying thought in me.
—I was treated like prey!
At this point, Jiang Banxia had already paid the deposit and told Fang Ling about the things to pay attention to regarding the cat's diet and daily life.

She walked over to me, stared at the old cat for a while, and then suddenly whispered, "You felt it too?"

I nodded subconsciously, and only then did I come to my senses. Before I could speak, she whispered quickly, "It seems that Captain Gao did not make a mistake in his introduction."

I paused, then asked, "Gao He?"

Jiang Banxia nodded slightly: "He also thinks there's something wrong with this cat, but we can't do anything substantial about a cat. So, he asked me to come to you. He just asked me to bring the cat to you, without saying why. It seems that you at least have a keen intuition that other veterinarians don't have."

"Is what you just said true?"

Ever since I heard Gao He's name, I've had a feeling that I've been set up.

Jiang Banxia said in a low voice, "Every word is true. This cat does belong to my best friend, but it didn't want to kill anyone; it actually killed someone."

A chill ran down my spine: "It killed someone? Who did it kill?"

"My best friend."

Jiang Banxia turned to me, lowering her voice even further: "Fortunately, it didn't succeed. The victim, my best friend, is still in the intensive care unit at the hospital. She was lucid for a while, and at that time she told me and my colleagues present that it was Chou Dan who wanted to kill her. However, she made a very strange request—she wanted me to take care of this cat for her, and that the cat absolutely must not die."

Before I could speak, Jiang Banxia said, "Before this, I had adopted this cat for three days. I couldn't keep it in a cage the whole time. But the first time I let it out, something happened."

She lifted a strand of hair from her forehead to show me.

It was a very shallow wound, and it looked like it had just been there recently, but it didn't need to be bandaged.

I looked at it carefully, and a strange, extremely uneasy feeling crept into my heart. "Did it hit a sharp corner?"

"The corner of the table." Jiang Banxia's expression was indescribable. "I had just walked from the bathroom to the living room when this cat ripped off my bath towel."

"It did what I wanted to do." I glanced at Jiang Banxia subconsciously.

Jiang Banxia remained unmoved and continued, "It's in line with a cat's nature to have its towel scratched and pulled. But when I instinctively tried to grab the towel, I suddenly stepped on something. I tripped over it and fell backward. At that moment, Chou Dan suddenly jumped up and tried to grab my face. My first reaction was to dodge, so I just turned to the side and my forehead was hit by the corner of the table behind me."

I imagined the scene, and it was somewhat chilling to think about. I blurted out:
It's warning you!

"A warning?" Jiang Banxia looked at me. "Why would you think that?"

"You said that when you fell backward, the cat tried to scratch your face... Have you ever thought about what would have happened if you hadn't tried to avoid it?"

Jiang Banxia's body visibly trembled.

As a forensic pathologist, she could certainly imagine the outcome I described.

If she hadn't turned to the side, she would have hit the back of her head instead of her forehead on the corner of the table.

Jiang Banxia looked terrified.

However, the fear I felt at that moment was ten or even a hundred times stronger than hers.

Because, while I was imagining the scene, I actually saw some of the images.

I saw that this old cat named Stinky Egg was truly like a professional killer, meticulously planning an 'accidental death' in a very short time!
(End of this chapter)