Long Zai was a trained... neutered cat.
Although, in terms of feline age, he was actually half a year older than Three-Five-Five.
After several people stopped the two cats from fighting, Chu Tingwu asked Three-Five-Five why she had attacked. Three-Five-Five licked her nose, her eyes still fixed on Long Zai, and slowly meowed twice.
Long Zai: "..."
He really hadn't looked down on... well, maybe a little... It's just that when he saw Three-Five-Five, he felt that her stray cat wildness was too strong and seemed malicious, so he accidentally conveyed these emotions through his scent and gaze!
Even gentle house cats might cause a scene when they discover strange cat scents on their owner or when the owner brings home a second cat - that's just how territorial cats are.
Hang Ling couldn't help but laugh: "Three-Five-Five used to be a stray cat, and she's naturally not very friendly with anyone except Chu Chu. Although she doesn't seem very aggressive now, in cat terms, she's probably still considered a formidable stray/queen?"
As for Long Zai, he probably thought of himself as a little police cat, and when facing Three-Five-Five, who gave off the vibe of belonging to the dark forces of stray cats, he accidentally revealed his emotions through micro-expressions and eye contact.
Three-Five-Five: "Meow!"
Everyone immediately rushed to separate the two cats again, and finally had to keep them apart with a mesh iron door while talking.
Bubu felt somewhat guilty: "I hadn't considered that Long Zai and Three-Five-Five would be so incompatible... Should we just forget about the cat training?"
Before the Cha Mi Team left last time, Bubu had approached Chu Tingwu to discuss "Long Zai's" situation - a trained cat who didn't fit in with other cats and behaved more like a police dog than a cat—
He craved work and attention, and wanted to help humans. Some cats have the intelligence of seven or eight-year-old children and need emotional validation. The Cha Mi Team worried that if Long Zai's wishes weren't fulfilled, he might gradually become depressed, which is why they thought of asking Chu Tingwu to train cats. Through communication, teach him how to become a rescue cat.
Chu Tingwu thought for a moment: "Let me try again?"
She believed she could communicate well with Three-Five-Five; it just depended on Long Zai's attitude now.
After comforting Three-Five-Five a bit, she licked the kitten, jumped onto the cabinet top, and lay there aloofly, deciding to temporarily ignore that smelly cat. When the mesh door opened, Long Zai glanced at Three-Five-Five, then walked out solemnly, sniffed Chu Tingwu's scent: "Meow?"
A kitten?
Why did a kitten come out to communicate?
Chu Tingwu grabbed one of his front paws, shook it, then touched her head to his and said a few words, finally pointing to the small clothes Bubu had brought.
"Training, work, wear uniform, understand?"
Long Zai moved his hind legs, squatted down, meowed gracefully, and even shook the paw that Chu Tingwu was holding, as if actively shaking hands.
"Then you need to apologize to Three-Five-Five first."
Long Zai: "...Meow."
The streamlined tabby ginger cat looked up at the tortoiseshell cat on the cabinet, stretched lazily, then wagged his tail.
Three-Five-Five narrowed her eyes at him for a while, then jumped down, pinned him down, and started grooming the fur on top of his head.
Long Zai: "Meow—"
After pressing down Long Zai and grooming his fur, the two cats finally gave up their hostility.
Three-Five-Five came over to sniff Chu Tingwu, then sniffed the package Bubu had brought. Chu Tingwu opened the package to show them—
Inside was a custom fluorescent cat uniform with "Cha Mi Rescue Team" written in large characters on the side.
According to the agreement, once Long Zai passed the "training course," he could wear the uniform and be taken out as an auxiliary rescue cat when Cha Mi went out on cat rescue missions.
Bubu came over and patted Long Zai's head: "Our Long Zai is very smart. But I've heard that dogs that are too smart aren't suitable to be police dogs because they have their own opinions, and cats should be similar... I hope that taking him out will make him happy, but most importantly, he shouldn't put himself in danger to rescue other animals, nor should he run out without notifying us."
If during a high-altitude rescue of a trapped cat, Long Zai had communication problems and rushed over by himself and got hurt, they would probably cry their hearts out.
—Although every cat is important, deep down in their unspoken hearts, the cat they've raised and bonded with would naturally be more important.
Chu Tingwu: "Let me first ask what kind of training Long Zai has received before?"
This was her first time being a trainer, to be honest, she was a bit nervous.
They decided to move outside to the fitness equipment area in the community, where there were simple apparatus like horizontal bars, small swings, and ping-pong tables. The paint on the metal equipment had peeled off considerably and was very hot from the sun.
Bubu raised her hand: "Let me set up the tripod first."
After all, she worked in social media, how could she not record this?
Meanwhile, Chu Tingwu also released her drone ball... watching her action as she released it and it took flight, it was as if she was releasing a flying creature.
Bubu: "...Amazing."
She had previously learned that this drone ball was controlled by Chu Tingwu's friend, who was not only good at editing but reportedly designed and assembled the drone himself, and it was controlled so sensitively... Could this friend be capable of everything?
Chu Tingwu clapped her hands.
Long Zai, with his tail raised, shook his head, changing from a squatting position to a normal walking posture, only slightly tilting his head towards Chu Tingwu, seemingly waiting for commands.
Chu Tingwu pointed to the drone, and the system controlled it to land on top of the slide—
"Up."
Long Zai let out a "meow," rushed up the steps to the slide, then leaped to the top, patted the top of the mechanical ball with one paw, and turned to look at Chu Tingwu.
Next, they tried commands like "run," "stop," "lie down," "restrain," "jump over." At first, due to unfamiliarity with each other, Long Zai occasionally showed confused expressions, but Chu Tingwu, being bilingual in both cat and human languages, quickly realized after translating back and forth:
"Long Zai understands most Chinese commands, and seems to understand some English phrases too."
Could it be the personal habit of his initial trainer?
The cat's ears fluttered in the wind, occasionally lowering his left ear, then raising it while lowering his right ear, but because Chu Tingwu hadn't told him to move, he just stayed crouched in place—more obedient than most dogs.
Chu Tingwu stepped forward, patted his head, then turned around: "Sister Bubu?"
Bubu: "Hmm?"
Chu Tingwu: "I think we can reference search and rescue dogs for the training program."
Long Zai's self-control had already surpassed most cats. His previous owner had turned him into a well-trained cat, and when Long Zai communicated with Chu Tingwu, he didn't reveal too much information about his previous owner—he didn't even brag about it to other cats!
Rather than training his abilities, Chu Tingwu felt that this kind of "mindset" training was more impressive, so he could accomplish many things beyond their original expectations.
Let's try to become a search and rescue cat.
Long Zai meowed once, as if in agreement.
-
That afternoon, they only conducted simple command response training, familiarizing Long Zai with those commands, and also letting the Cha Mi Team members like Bubu get acquainted—a well-trained cat also needs cat owners who can understand him.
Chu Tingwu said she would "think about the course arrangement."
She did indeed "think" about it. That night, in the dream classroom, the system used simulated scenarios to let her experience how a search and rescue cat should conduct rescue work.
System: "I can obtain relevant information and video recordings from the internet and simulate them for you, but since you haven't been close to and touched them, the data I simulate will only be superficial. As for how to mobilize your own abilities to complete search and rescue work... that's probably something you'll need to experience yourself, little one."
It wasn't like Three-Five-Five was right by her side, where all the cats' lifestyles could be taught to Chu Tingwu paw by paw. The system could mimic the corresponding pheromones in dreams, almost indistinguishable from reality—
In reality, there were few rescue cats, and Chu Tingwu had never come into contact with them, so she could only learn about them superficially from the system.
She nodded, and the dream classroom's scenes shattered, then a towering high-rise emerged.
Standing in the corridor, Chu Tingwu smelled a variety of complex scents—cats, humans, dogs, birds, and various foods and furniture... She sneezed immediately.
[Your olfactory skills have reached level 2, but you're accustomed to your usual environment, so you haven't realized the inconvenience of heightened olfaction.]
The system explained:
[Cats struggle with rescue operations partly because they're not good at adapting to unfamiliar environments—]
[Now, little one, try to find the three trapped kittens in this building. They've left footprints nearby, which is your only clue for now.]
The footprints glowed faintly blue, indicating that the system wasn't setting too high a difficulty for the child from the start.
Chu Tingwu: "…It smells awful."
In fact, her skills were only at level 2. But adult cats, like Three-Five-Five, should have olfactory abilities at level 4. She completely understood why cats disliked new environments... She didn't like it now either!
She approached, covering her nose, and sniffed the scent of the footprints. Sure enough, the faint footprints carried the smell of a kitten.
After she smelled it, a line of text appeared above the footprints—
[In approximately 25 hours and 22 minutes, the scent concentration will halve.]
This meant that the simulated search training wasn't even at its highest difficulty.
Then, Chu Tingwu had to let go and walk back and forth in the corridor, trying to distinguish the scents of the kittens.
"This family seems to have just finished cooking... There are three people living here regularly, an elderly person who likes to hoard garbage... Uh... and a child who's been playing with a water gun a lot lately?"
As for the father in the household, he was often out early and back late, so his scent was faint, but Chu Tingwu could smell his stinky shoes and the annoying tobacco smell.
Each floor had eight households, all small apartments of about sixty square meters, but there were dozens of people on each floor. Chu Tingwu sniffed each one and finally determined that the kittens had only left one set of footprints because they were directly carried into the corridor.
…Luckily, this simulated environment didn't have an elevator, so she could search upwards along the corridor.
But just as she reached the third floor, Chu Tingwu suddenly stopped: "Someone left the gas on?"
There were no humans in this simulated environment, only their scents and traces of life, but Chu Tingwu could smell it... and hear it. The gas in one of the rooms was being used, emitting a pungent smell that was too strong for a cat.
[Little one, suppose you're a well-trained rescue cat now. Would you continue to save the kittens or notify humans about the other danger in the corridor?]
Chu Tingwu stood still for a few seconds, and the system continued: @Infinite good articles, all in Jinjiang Literature City
[You're a human-cat hybrid, capable of directly resolving such dangers, or I can handle it—but cats like Long Zai are different. How should rescue cats make judgments, and do they need autonomy?]
The smell of gas disappeared.
Chu Tingwu furrowed her brow slightly: "Could Long Zai know the danger of gas leakage?"
The system was certain: "A cat's instinct would alert him, and at this moment, he should try to notify the accompanying human."
Chu Tingwu continued up the stairs, but when she reached the seventh floor, she suddenly shivered.
She smelled the urine scent of a dog on the seventh floor, and the message this dog conveyed was that it was an adult, had been wandering for a long time, and was fierce and difficult to approach—even though humans might not necessarily lose to the dog, her intuition kept warning her.
[In this simulated environment, you've experienced the feelings of an ordinary cat facing a large dog... This was extracted from the stray cats you've encountered, so it's very clear.]
[Even a well-trained rescue cat would feel uneasy here, making it difficult to make judgments based on the current information.]
The dog's urine scent disappeared, and Chu Tingwu slowly exhaled, feeling her tension ease, like a spooked cat returning to a safe place—even the various strange smells here didn't seem so bad anymore.
Chu Tingwu: "I don't actually dislike dogs…"
But because of this simulation, she had developed an instinctive aversion, which she managed to suppress after it disappeared.
Then she smelled the scent of blood.
But this time there were no humans, not a menstrual period, Chu Tingwu's expression grew serious as she approached, reaching the door of room 704. The door was tightly closed, but the handle was on the ground, and through the door's hole, she could see what was inside—
A kitten's corpse that had been tortured.
Chu Tingwu held her breath.
The system's voice was very calm.
[Rescue cats will also encounter such situations—the rescue target dying in front of them, but the work isn't over. You still have to find the other two targets, even if you open the door, you can't change what has already happened.]
In the design of the simulated scenario, if Chu Tingwu reached through the door's hole to try and open it, her hand would get stuck.
The girl stood at the door, suddenly turned and ran… or rather, her steps became lighter and more agile, her pupils slightly constricted, glowing faintly under the light, like a cat moving silently in the dark.
Chu Tingwu reached the ninth floor, the top of the building, where she quickly found the scents of the other two kittens, so clear.
The two kittens were both locked in cages at the end of the corridor, where a faint smoke drifted, making her want to sneeze. When she approached, the kittens started crying.
A door beside them suddenly opened, and the scene before Chu Tingwu shattered. The next second, she was back at the entrance of the ninth floor, and the kittens were still at the end.
Chu Tingwu: "…A reset?"
The system: "Because you made a wrong judgment, little one, want to try again?"
This time, with the system's reminder, Chu Tingwu noticed the problem. Several long wooden boards blocked the entrance to the ninth floor. Chu Tingwu hadn't realized it when she entered, but now she saw that the boards were placed in a very regular pattern. Unless she had the powerful jumping ability of a cat, it would be difficult to enter the ninth floor silently.
The door next to the cage was slightly ajar, as if the person who had captured the kittens was silently observing the outside world. The kittens were barely breathing, their bellies rising and falling slightly, facing the entrance—at their age, once they saw someone coming, they probably wouldn't know how to stay quiet, only crying out, which would alert the perpetrator.
Chu Tingwu asked the system: "Can I emit pheromones that make them feel comforted?"
The system: "…You're still a little one, and they're still little ones too!"
That kind of pheromone is only emitted by a mother cat comforting her kittens, and even a rescue cat like Long Zai, being a male, couldn't do it.
The system coldly said: "No."
Chu Tingwu pondered on the wooden boards for a moment, then quietly returned to the ground floor. As expected, she saw a small tracking camera hanging on the entrance door, with a cat paw symbol on the back.
Then, she went back to the seventh floor, let the camera capture the dead kitten, and returned to the ninth floor, silently taking pictures of the two kittens.
The scene froze, and the system gave Chu Tingwu a small fireworks display.
The system: "You did the right thing. Your true task is to find them, but you must resist the urge to save them, because you are just a small cat."
It deliberately did not remind her, only silently arranged for Chu Tingwu to understand the entire rescue process on her own.
Then, the simulated building was erased, and Chu Tingwu was placed into a virtual room with just the right temperature. The floor was covered with a carpet, and the slippery sofa could envelop her entirely. On the table was a glass of bubbling ice-cold cola.
The system gestured for Chu Tingwu to sit down, then displayed a virtual but miniature building on the table.
Chu Tingwu took a sip of the cola: "This building is different from the one I experienced before?"
The system: "This is the prototype. What you experienced earlier was a real case of a rescue cat assisting in saving people."
—In the southern hemisphere, a rescue cat named "Courage" disguised itself as a stray cat to enter a building where criminals were hiding. In this case, it helped the security team determine the number and location of the criminals... and saved two young children, one three years old and one five years old.
Chu Tingwu put down the cola.
She saw Courage enter the building like a stray cat begging for food, meowing as it walked and sniffed. It detected the bloodstains left by several kidnapped children on the first floor and then followed the scent to the third floor.
On the third floor, the sound of chopping meat could be heard, along with human arguments and shrill noises piercing the eardrums. Courage's ears had flattened, and it crouched low to slowly pass through the third floor, then suddenly darted up the stairs, dodging a human kick and being chased by a stray dog in the corridor—
This was a semi-transparent 3D projection of the building. Chu Tingwu could hear other humans laughing and see people on the seventh floor slowly coming out, casually closing the door and wiping blood on it, and someone on the ninth floor looking down the stairs, only to find it was just a cat before going back inside.
Courage, like a real stray cat, shivered in a corner, waiting until the stray dog left before continuing its ascent. It paused for a few seconds on the seventh floor before entering the ninth floor.
It silently crouched on the handrail of the ninth-floor staircase, while the human children trapped in cages were on the brink of collapse. The cat, using the darkness as cover, silently approached the cage, then backed away slowly.
Finally, the rescue cat went downstairs, where the security team waiting below began the real "rescue."
The system took on the role of a strict parent in this lesson. It first showed Chu Tingwu the harsh reality of "rescue," then provided her with the warmest and most comfortable environment to relax, and then took her through the case, showing Courage's training and other failed cats—
"Even just training a dragon cub to become a disciplined rescue cat can encounter the above difficulties. Do you want to change your goal?"
Chu Tingwu's pupils reflected the light of the virtual projection: "That's not up to me."
Tomorrow, she could ask Long Zai.
If Long Zai was willing, after helping them complete the communication, she could hand over the organized course to Bubu, and the real owner could conduct the training.
But the next day, Chu Tingwu was woken up by Three-Five-Five sitting on her.
The cat mother licked her hair, seeming to realize that the young one's mood wasn't too good—and in the cat's perception, a bad mood often correlates with poor health. So for the next half-day, the long-haired tortoiseshell cat stayed close to Chu Tingwu.
Chu Tingwu: "..." She knew Three-Five-Five's good intentions, but it was a bit too hot.
However, upon seeing Long Zai, Three-Five-Five returned to its aloofness, moving from beside Chu Tingwu to walking in front of her.
Long Zai: "?"
Chu Tingwu first discussed with Bubu, then communicated with Long Zai—she believed that Long Zai's training was likely related to rescue cats, as ordinary cats don't need to be trained to such a disciplined level. Indeed, after learning a bit about rescue cats the previous night, Chu Tingwu found that Long Zai had also learned many commands and gestures to cooperate with the trainer.
The most common gesture was—"Search"!
Chu Tingwu dripped a capful of beverage onto a handkerchief and then gave the beverage to Hang Ling in the next room, having Long Zai sniff the handkerchief.
Long Zai's eyes immediately lit up. He waited for Chu Tingwu's gesture, and upon seeing it, he darted off like an orange shadow—
He entered the room, leaping to a height of nearly two meters, stepping on Hang Ling's shoulders, and while she was screaming, Long Zai emitted a low rumble from his throat, then gradually raised it to call for Chu Tingwu.
When Chu Tingwu arrived, Hang Ling was bewildered, and Long Zai's tail was held high.
He didn't touch the beverage but used his actions to indicate to Chu Tingwu: The item is here!
Bubu: "Wow..."
Hang Ling: "Wow..."
Hang Ling: "Wait, let me go first!"
The group truly realized that Long Zai... might not be an ordinary cat?
Bubu murmured: "If he's just doing rescue cat work, all that's needed is communication skills... speaking to comfort those trapped kittens, or luring them out from hiding places..."
But seeing Long Zai like this, it seemed like if the kittens hid, he would personally go and punch them twice, then carry the knocked-out kittens out, right?
To be honest, she now felt a bit embarrassed to even take out that fluorescent green uniform outfit she had for him.
Rescuing cats didn't need such abilities... but could he dye his fur and apply for a job as a police dog?
After re-discussing, Chu Tingwu showed them the rescue cat materials, and they finally decided: "Let's test Long Zai's upper limits of ability."
The method of using an entire high-rise building as a rescue case for children to learn from... only the system could do that, so they equipped Long Zai's collar with a camera (the locator was already there) and didn't leash him, letting the cat lead the way and decide what to do.
Long Zai: "..."
He shook his fur, sniffed Bubu, then understood their intentions, stretched his front paws, and jumped off the table, invigorated.
Chu Tingwu was about to follow when she found that Three-Five-Five had already gone ahead.
Three-Five-Five touched the camera on Long Zai's neck, then looked back at Chu Tingwu, its eyes filled with confusion.
Isn't this for making money? Why is this orange cat wearing it?
Chu Tingwu: "This..."
Three-Five-Five: "Meow—"
As Three-Five-Five's gaze on Long Zai became increasingly dangerous, they finally found another camera and put it on Three-Five-Five as well.
Three-Five-Five fiddled with it, then glanced at the drone camera hovering above Chu Tingwu, satisfied with a "Meow."
-
In the neighborhood, two majestic adult cats led the way, with several humans following behind, as if taking the cats on a tour.
Just as they exited the neighborhood, they saw the promotional video featuring Chu Tingwu and Three-Five-Five.
People were taking photos and selfies with the screen, and Chu Tingwu quietly put on her hat and mask, lowering her head and quickly passing by, only hearing someone say behind her:
"Look at that cat..."
"Is it the one from the screen?"
"Why is there another one next to it? Haha... this orange cat looks so tough! Meow—"
Long Zai completely ignored them, his ears twitching as if listening to something.
Suddenly, his pace quickened. He walked forward, jumped onto the edge of a flower bed, leading the group through a street, and stopped in front of a closed hardware store.
In front of the store, a little boy was wiping his tears and sobbing, with no adults around.
Hang Ling: "?!"
She went up to ask a few questions, and not far away, a woman ran over in a hurry: "Little Bun—"
Why did you name your son like a cat!
The woman had driven out to buy things, only to realize she had left her son at the entrance of someone else's shop. Panicked, she rushed back to look for him.
Seeing that Hang Ling and the others were just kind passersby, she repeatedly thanked them.
Meanwhile, Long Zai, with his tail wagging, and Three-Five-Five looked up, both wearing contemplative expressions.
Bubu vigorously rubbed Long Zai's head, saying, "Impressive, Long Zai! Did you hear the child crying?"
Cats' hearing seems to be very sensitive. However, precisely because of their acute hearing, they are extremely averse to noisy environments and might even hear low-frequency sounds that humans cannot, leading to stress during car rides.
Chu Tingwu crouched down and told Bubu, "Long Zai is a bit confused right now because you're patting his head, which isn't part of his known commands. After completing a task, you should high-five him."
Bubu murmured, "Rescue cats... they're so strict."
It seems that even dogs with official roles, like search-and-rescue dogs or police dogs, live their entire lives under various commands. After retirement, they might become depressed if they don't receive commands.
She high-fived Long Zai, and Chu Tingwu continued to issue search commands.
Long Zai left the street but hesitated near the market. After sniffing the ground for the scent of blood, he moved on.
—It seemed his former owner had told him that places like markets, where bloodstains are normal, should be avoided.
Finally, the group of two people and two cats strolled to the pedestrian street.
This area had become popular due to a promotional video. Although it wasn't spring, the flowerbeds near the statues were in bloom, attracting many visitors for photo opportunities. From their conversations, it was clear that many were from out of town.
A large influx of tourists was expected in October, but there were always outsiders, either here for meetings or just passing through. Previously, they would stay in hotels or visit Zhangshan Mountain, but now, thanks to the promotion, there were more places to go.
After the promotional video added "cat-friendly" to the city's image, the stray cats of Fallen Phoenix City seemed to become part of its identity. Hang Ling had mentioned that people from neighboring cities had even driven over to adopt stray cats, perhaps believing that the city's strays were better educated and had more "cat virtues."
As Three-Five-Five and Long Zai walked down the street, people took out their phones to snap photos. Long Zai, however, wasn't paying attention to them; instead, he looked around nervously.
Suddenly, his pupils dilated, and the cat visibly tensed up. With a low "purr," he bolted forward.
Before Bubu could react, Three-Five-Five also darted after him.
The two cats leaped over the flowerbeds and charged towards a man sitting on a bench across from them.
Bubu: "Wait, wait!"
Were they going to attack a human?
She turned her head just in time to see another figure rushing past—
Chu Tingwu saw Three-Five-Five sprinting off and, after a half-second of deliberation between going straight or around the flowerbed, decided to "fly" over it.
She propped herself on the edge with one hand, her body light as a shadow in mid-air, even managing to press down on her baseball cap before landing right behind the cats.
Bubu: "Hey!"
Meanwhile, the orange cat had already pounced on the man, its paw pressing against his neck. Long Zai, being quite heavy, knocked the unsuspecting man down onto the bench, both paws on his shoulders, growling.
Man: "???"
This was an ordinary-looking young man, dressed in long sleeves and shorts despite the heat, his hands in his pockets, seemingly just sitting there in a daze but occasionally glancing around.
He raised his hand as if to push the cat away, but Long Zai extended its claws.
On the other side, Three-Five-Five jumped onto the bench but didn't pounce. Having been a stray for so long, she knew the importance of size in combat, but a cat's claws and teeth were formidable. She merely crouched nearby, ready to attack, her eyes fixed on the man's exposed skin, her pupils narrowing into dangerous slits.
In that instant Chu Tingwu approached, she pulled out her phone and called the police without hesitation.
She trusted Long Zai and would rather apologize for a false alarm than miss a real threat.
The man pinned down by the cat first tried to protect his pocket, then glanced at the cat staring intently at it... He looked a bit puzzled. Chu Tingwu noticed his earphones and then, her ears twitched:
There seemed to be two items in his pockets, one a walkie-talkie—she heard the button press—and the other something with a strange, sweet smell, and it was powdery?
[Long Zai.]
The system showed Chu Tingwu a clip from the surveillance footage.
At that moment, the young man, seemingly subdued by the cats (or not resisting much), twitched his mouth and said, "Operation failed. A civilian noticed something was off and called the police."
He glanced at the two cats beside him. Were they really just ordinary civilians?
-
In a small city like Fallen Phoenix City, although there were many cases, few required the use of police dogs. Their police dogs were specialized in "tracking" and "apprehending."
However, with the increasing effectiveness of the city's tourism promotion and the growing daily passenger flow at the station, the higher-ups suggested adding two more "Wangka" police dogs for security checks, ideally one specifically for drug detection.
Ordinary people's understanding of police dogs is that they assist the police, but in reality, they specialize differently based on their talents—some excel at finding bloodstains, others at searching for drugs, and there are also those for bomb detection, patrols, and rescue. Like humans, they can be specialized.
However, only one additional dog was eventually assigned. This wolfhound named Wangka had recently left the police dog training base and was assigned to a new handler. Although Wangka wasn't specialized in drug detection, his performance was sufficient for sniffing patrols at the station.
However, being new to the area, he needed more practice, ideally with a simulated training session in the city.
The handler managed to get an undercover officer from the drug squad with a pack of cigarettes and then "released" the officer, sending Wangka out.
Lin, the Undercover Officer, with his ordinary face, had a prop in his left hand and a walkie-talkie in his right, sitting on a bench. A large orange cat—Long Zai—came charging at him, and he was knocked down... There was also a wary tortoiseshell cat nearby, and then a girl jumped over the flowerbed—
Wait, how far did she jump, and her landing was so precise. Who taught her that technique? It should be used as a textbook example for those guys! No hesitation at all?
When he heard the girl say, "Suspected of carrying unknown items, apprehended on the spot. It's an adult male, please come quickly," Lin, the Undercover Officer, thought, "..."
But after calling the police, the girl's expression changed slightly. She tilted her head, picked up the persistent orange cat, and asked, "Excuse me... are you conducting a drill?"
She had seen the surveillance footage from the system, but the police had already been called.
The group of two people and two cats stared at each other. Lin, the Undercover Officer, sat up and said gravely, "Let's wait for the police to arrive and sort this out."
Reporting suspicious individuals to the police was a good move, so... let his colleagues prove his innocence.
But Wangka and the handler arrived faster than the police, because of the awkward position, Lin, the Undercover Officer, could only press the button on the intercom that indicated "being attacked." So the handler rushed over, leading the tall Wangka, and asked:
"Who? Who just assaulted an officer?"
The few people standing nearby: "……"
Bubu silently raised his hand and pointed at Long Zai, the muscular orange cat.
The handler: "?"
He turned to look at Lin, the Undercover Officer: You're calling for help because you got beaten up by a cat?
