[The old man who treats cats in "Cats and Cats", let's call him a quack doctor first. He listened to me talking about my cat's illness, and without saying a word, he pinched the cat, and the cat screamed in painI could hear it all over the street, I was so scared that I wanted to push the quack doctor away, but in order to treat the cat, I refrained from doing it. Now that I think about what happened later, my intestines are green with regret.】

"The quack doctor prescribed some medicine for the cat. After eating it, something went wrong. The eyelids couldn't open, and the cry became weaker and weaker. That night, he left me forever."

"I know some people will say that I have nothing to prove, just to gain popularity, but I have the cat's autopsy report, and the doctors can prove that every word I said is the truth!"

"I watched the cat grow from less than the size of a palm to the present. It is a relative that I cannot lose. I believe that everyone who really loves cats can understand my pain and despair now..."

The air pressure in "Maomao Chong" is very low, and everyone breathes heavily.

Yang Er carefully read the whole post from beginning to end. When he raised his head, he frowned, and fixed his gaze on the back of Father Yang's head. He asked, "Dad, is what he said true?"

"Hmph." Father Yang said sullenly, without turning his head, "Being a donkey with good intentions."

He took another drag on his cigarette.

Yang Er: "How could a simple diarrhea kill it? To be more direct, what disease did that cat suffer from!"

Father Yang was silent for a while, and said, "It's not diarrhea, it's vomiting blood."

"The cat's ribs were broken. I wanted to keep it in the store for observation, but the cat owner refused and insisted on taking it home. I had no choice but to prescribe some mild medicine to stop the bleeding. Who would have thought that the cat would be gone overnight."

"Are you sure it's a fracture?" Yang Er asked sharply.

Father Yang: "Your father, I have been a veterinarian all my life. I can tell if there is a fracture or not. I have never made a mistake."

"Understood." After Yang Er finished speaking, he went upstairs alone.

He believes that with his father's professionalism and prudence, the probability of misdiagnosis is almost zero.

Since the problem doesn't lie with them, there is something wrong with the person who posted it.

But what is he planning?

Yang Er applied to the administrator of the cat community to investigate this person, but this time the administrator rejected him because the facts were not clear and it was impossible to determine who was at fault.

It was almost evening when the "Black Cat Man" closed the shutter door of the cat cafe, and saw a person rushing towards him in a hurry, without saying a word, grabbing his collar and glaring at him angrily.

Later, when he thought of today, his legs would tremble unconsciously.

"It's not me! It's really not me!" He waved his hands wildly to explain.

Yang Er held up the picture of the cat to his eyes, "I found a photo of you and this cat together, and you still said it wasn't you!"

"Hey, what you said is wrong. Although I have slandered you on the Internet, there is still a minimum bottom line. It is impossible to kill a living cat just to mess with you."

The two stood in a stalemate for a moment, seeing that his eyes did not seem to be lying, Yang Er let go of his collar, and the "Black Cat Man" breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe.

"You can't just think I did it every time something happened because I fought against you once!" He complained in a low voice: "I took this photo at a stray animal adoption meeting, and the cat'sThe owner is someone else."

Yang Er hurriedly asked: "Can you find out who that person is?"

"Black Cat Man" said hesitantly: "I'll try, but I helped you this time, and our previous grievances will be wiped out."

Yang Er: "We'll talk about it when you find it."

Just the accidental death of a cat is a fatal blow to a cat cafe.

If they don't deal with it properly, all their previous efforts will be in vain.

There are many hesitant attitudes on the Internet now, and Yang Er knows that he must investigate the truth as soon as possible, otherwise the direction of the wind will change at any time.

Every time an accident happened, the passenger flow of "Maomao Chong" would drop sharply. Yang Er got used to it and did things without panic.

Some extreme netizens sent them a lot of insulting letters. It doesn't matter if they scold him alone, but he will not tolerate even Yang's old man, two little girls and his daughter.

Directly publish the content of the letter on the Internet, and call those people domineeringly, come to him one-on-one, don't be like a mouse hiding in the gutter and cursing people, thinking that you have done something righteous, it is really hypocritical and ugly!

That's right, he is just protecting his weaknesses, and if he refuses to accept it, he will beat you until he accepts it.

The more chaotic it is, the more he needs to be tough so that he can protect the people and cats of "Maomao Chong".

Two days later, a strange email came in the mailbox, and the "Black Cat Man" found the cat's owner.

The identity of the cat owner is similar to what he guessed, and he is also a pet shop owner from the media. In this way, they have conflicts of interest both online and offline. The motive is there, but evidence is needed.

The key is to find out the real cause of the cat's death.

Yang Er called the phone number on the email.

"Hello, who is it?" There was a chewing sound on the other end of the phone, as if eating while answering the phone.

"I'm the boss of 'Maomao Chong'." Yang Er said.

"Pfft!——" There was the sound of bowls and chopsticks being thrown on the table on the other end of the phone, and then fell into a long silence, with faint whispers.

"What's the matter with you?" The other party changed his tone and spoke frustratingly, for fear that he couldn't hear their sorrow.

"I want to know with you, the real cause of the cat's death."

"My cats are gone, do you still want to expose our scars?!"

"Alright, then we'll see you at the police station."

The other party began not to speak again.

"...wait."

After adding their contact information, the other party sent a bunch of photos of cats lying in a pool of blood, and Yang Er saw the death report at a glance.

The report was issued by a large local pet hospital. The cause of death was drug allergy, not beating, and the medicine was indeed prescribed by Mr. Yang.

The bright official seal of the hospital stamped on it shows the credibility of this report.

Could it be that he made a mistake, and it was really their fault that caused the cat's death?

But with decades of experience in diagnosis and treatment, Father Yang has been able to deduce the cat's disease by sight most of the time, and it is almost inseparable.

If Yang Er doesn't believe in anyone, he can't help but believe in his own father.

In order to verify, he made a special trip to the pet hospital.

He was greeted by a nurse at the front desk.

"This is indeed a report issued by this hospital." The little nurse was afraid that he would not believe it, so she took out a report with the same official seal for comparison.

Yang Er borrowed a magnifying glass to compare the textures by himself.

After reading it several times, Yang Er became more and more uncertain.

The little nurse smiled politely: "Mr. Yang, do you have any questions?"

"...No, thank you."

The hospital also confirmed that there was no problem with the death report.

That's a big problem.

If the cat owner just said that they killed the cat with red lips and white teeth, this matter may be settled after a while, and there will be no splash, but they have a report issued by a third party. Once it is issued, it is enough to make ""Maomao Chong" cat cafe's hard-earned reputation collapsed overnight.

Back in the cat cafe, Yang Er ruffled his hair irritably.

Damn it, why every time he sees his career booming, he will kill a blocker halfway, trapping him in a complicated maze.

Qian Jin seemed to sense his upset, her blue pupils rolled, and she jumped off the shelf, rubbing her head on his calf.

"Meow."

Yang Er rubbed its head, smiled wryly and said, "Young lady, go play somewhere else, I don't have time to accompany you now."

It sat on the ground with half understanding, stared at him motionless, turned over as if it had made up its mind, spread its belly upwards and spread its limbs, closed its eyes tightly, and let the king masturbate casually.

Come on, meow, I promise not to resist, meow.

"Puff." Yang Er was amused by its "dedication" spirit.

Needless to say, although Qianjin is arrogant and passive in business, she is very good at making people happy.

"You didn't coax the guests when you were asked to coax them, but now you come here to coax them. Should I say that you have thick skin? Or can you bend and stretch?"

"Meow." Qianjin blinked, swept the ground, and slowly curled her four paws to her chest, as if shy or wronged.

Seeing its pitiful appearance, Yang Er couldn't help laughing, and rubbed its belly: "You, it's no use pretending to be pitiful now, if no guests come in the future, there will be times when you will be really pitiful."

At that time, it is a question of where so many cats should go.

Qian Jin seemed to understand, looked at his excrement shoveler hesitantly, struggled for a while, spread out her limbs again, and sent the belly that felt good to Yang Er.

Touch it, meow, I really won't hide this time, meow.

"Pfft, haha... you really..."

Yang Er smiled, seeing its fluffy belly, suddenly something came to his mind.

The smile gradually disappeared, and Yang Er's eyes lit up, and he rubbed Qianjin's belly again.

Then he burst out laughing out of nowhere, which startled Qianjin.

There is a way!

He scooped up Qianjin and stuffed it into the cat bag, before going out in a hurry.

Qian Jin didn't know what happened, she stuck out half of her head from the cat bag with a confused face, and was pushed back by Yang Er.

"Meow?!!"

"Stay obediently and don't move around."

"Xiaoyan, I'll go out for a while, you guys remember to feed the cats dinner."

"Eh?"

Xiaoyan chased him out, and asked his back: "Brother, where are you going?"

"Look for evidence." Yang Er waved his hand and walked a distance.

The author has something to say:

Qianjin is a male cat, because he was often sick when he was a child, Yang Er spent all his savings in order to see a doctor for it, and lived a very miserable life.

It is so good at swallowing money, and the old father is angry and loves his cat cubs, so he jokingly called it the daughter~