And there were whispers behind me: "For such an adult to wear a mask, is he mentally ill?"
"Is he holding a leopard?"
…
It's no wonder they were curious. Cats all walk the same way, and with their unusual body shapes, they are inevitably criticized.
In this regard, I could only speed up my pace and try to get away from the crowd as soon as possible.
Just as I was about to turn into an alley, an extremely shrill howl suddenly sounded next to me.
I looked back and saw that the golden cat rushed over at some point and was lying on a woman.
When I looked from the side, all the hooks on its claws were stretched out, and the protruding fangs reflected a cold white light in the sunlight.
Damn it!
If this claw goes down, no one will be killed!
I rushed forward with a quick stride, hugged him from the waist, and gave the woman under him a chance to breathe.
Even though I tried my best to stop this tragedy, the woman was as scared as chaff, and a pool of liquid leaked from her body.
The most shocking thing is that there is still a half-foot-long gash on her cheekbone.
Everything was just a flash of lightning, and the people around him quickly gathered into a circle.
"Call the police, we can't let him go!"
"This is obviously a mental illness, let the doctor come first!"
…
For a time, there was constant discussion, and everyone was coming up with ideas according to their own wishes.
At this time, a polite boy ran out from the crowd. The moment his eyes fell on the woman, he looked up at me again.
"ah!"
The way he lunged at me, he looked more like a madman than I did.
I looked at his arms as thin as bamboo poles, sighed silently, and let his messy fists hit me.
I can run now if I want to.
And, I can guarantee they won't be able to catch me.
But running away when you get into trouble is not what a gentleman does.
This man was half a head shorter than me. When I looked at him, I could only lower my eyelids: "It's useless if you beat me to death. The compensation you should pay will not be less."
"What?"
Panting, the man took a few steps back, raised his finger and pointed at the tip of my nose: "Isn't it great to be rich?"
"If you have money, you can take human life lightly!"
I just feel like my brain is swollen, which is obviously not what I meant.
The excited public sentiment was ignited again, and within a few words, I had become a rich and unkind person.
The point is, I'm so poor that I'm going to sell my blood, so who am I to be a rich person?
The man's fist hit me hard, but given the physical gap, he couldn't hurt me at all.
After a while, he suddenly looked at the golden cat and pinched its neck with a ferocious look on his face.
Damn it, you can move me, but you can’t move it!
I leaned forward, and my shoulder hit his heart.
I just wanted to block him, but I never expected that his thin body was vulnerable to a blow and he flew out upside down.
Now, it's a hornet's nest.
The man stood up and crawled to his feet, shouting heartbreakingly: "The madman is beating someone!"
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
At this moment, several loud shouts suddenly broke out from the crowd. The crowd dispersed like a tide, and several people in white coats walked in quickly.
I took a closer look and saw a few red letters clearly written on the pockets of my coat: Anding Hospital.
"Young man."
The leader of the doctors is a middle-aged man, fair and clean-skinned, with a cheerful smile, a bit like the neighbor's uncle.
"Speak slowly and don't get excited."
The way he tried to calm my emotions made me dumbfounded: "Brother, this is really a misunderstanding."
"I wasn't excited, and I didn't mean to hurt anyone."
"Yes Yes Yes."
The doctor nodded as if coaxing a child, agreeing with my point of view: "This is not the place to talk. How about changing to another place?"
Change place? Take me directly to the hospital, right?
I shook my head calmly: "I want to wait for the police to come."
Although I am at fault, at this juncture, I can't trust anyone except the police.
The warmth on the doctor's face did not change: "The police will be here soon, don't worry."
"It's easy to get angry when it's hot, drink some water."
He waved his hand, and the people around him quickly handed over a bottle of water.
The doctor deliberately placed the water in front of my eyes, and the bottle cap made a clicking sound: "It's just opened, don't worry."
I didn't take the water and responded calmly: "I'm not mentally ill."
"Who said you are mentally ill?"
He slowly put the water at my feet: "Don't be so defensive."
