Even in clothing, a mouse remains a mouse.
After leaving the office building, the large black mouse chose the narrow alleys, edges of the roads, and tunnels beneath the bushes rather than the spacious, quiet, non-crowded boulevards. As a result, the black cat following behind had to shrink its body even more so as not to lose track of it.
Finally, the mouse halted and burrowed into a small hole beneath a large tree. Zheng Qing lifted his head only to realize he had been pursuing the mouse for half a day, yet only moved from the office building to the artificial hill by the lakeside of Bell Lake—a spatial distance less than a kilometer. If he followed the boulevards of the academy, a round trip would only take five minutes.
But that damn mouse led him in a long, roundabout route, nearly circling half the Bell Lake!
