"Come on, don't be sad." He wiped the sweat from his head and was frustrated, so when he got up from the ground, he didn't even want to pat the dust on his ass.

On the table, where the cat had just slept, there was a long, Brown object lying quietly, it was suppressed by the Persian cat, so at first he did not find it.

It's a tape recorder, maybe a tape recorder with a big secret, but this time he's a lot more indifferent.

He picked up the recorder pen and kept it warm. His fingertips moved gently on the red button. The recorder pen was noisy at...