Vol 4 Chapter 170: Schrodinger's rat name

"Is it, is it our destination?"
"It should be here, but I think..."
"Yes, yes, no, no, how can I feel so much!"
"I mean…"
"Don't squeeze, let me see again, it should be right here!"
"If you are right, go out, what are you doing in the hole?"
"I think, for newcomers, maybe we should be polite..."
"Polite? They are not rats, why should we be polite to them?"
"Because there is a big cat outside."
The whispering sound came from the abrupt opening of the corner of the wall, but in a moment, the originally quiet corner of the shop became a vegetable market, and the opening suddenly appeared like a mushroom after the rain. Four or five mouse heads.
The heads of a few mice were crowded with me, and they didn't give way to each other, and they all had a pair of saliva and nonsense flying together, and they felt like they were old and old. It wasn't until one of the mice spotted a big fat cat crouching on the counter staring at them, the scene was under control, and it stopped for a while.
"I heard that cats like to eat mice?" The mouse in the cyan waistcoat squeezed in front turned his head and warned the friends behind him in a low voice, "Remember, lower your head and never look at its eyes."
"Is that a cat? I saw a cat alive for the first time!" Another short, slender mouse tried to get his head out from under his friends, the beard on the corner of his mouth trembling wildly, and two small eyes The trickle turned around, looking excited. "Can I go over and touch it? Or ask it to sign on my extracurricular practice form!"
"If you want to lie down and go home, you can go up and try it." The mouse in front sighed deeply, and even the beard at the corner of his mouth fell down involuntarily.
"Then shall we wait here forever?"
"In theory, if the cat doesn't go, who wants to go out?"
"Then when will you wait! Don't miss the grand ancestor's event!"
Several other mice were talking about it. For a while, the scene that had just been quiet for a few seconds seemed to have a resurgence.
Zheng Qing looked at the mouse in the cyan vest squeezed in front, and the cage in his hand smashed to the floor, suddenly attracting all the small animals in the house. Including the group of rats wearing vests in the corner, but also the Tuan Tuan squatting on the counter, and the row of fake goods in the cage behind the counter.
Dozens of pairs of hundreds of small eyes of different colors stared at him, and the young public student shuddered involuntarily.
"Ding Dong ears?" Zheng Qing finally recovered, looking at the mouse in the green vest at the front of the corner hole, and tentatively asked "Ding Dong ears, is that you?"
"Hey! Little wizard, do you know Dingdong ears?!" The mouse who squeezed the front heard the words, and was suddenly rejoiced. The beard at the corner of his mouth couldn't help but shake, as its smiling face turned up and down." That’s great! But I’m not Ding Dong ears, I’m Ding Dong ears, next time I look at it a little bit more clearly before speaking."
Zheng Qing twitched the corners of his mouth, ignoring Dingdang's ears. Regardless of whether they can see clearly or can't see clearly, these mice have a look in Zheng Qing's eyes, and there is no difference at all. In other words, before these mice speak their names, he can't tell them at all. One is Ding Dong ears, which one is Ding Dong ears.
In a sense, the names of these mice are Schrödinger's.
The only way for a young wizard to distinguish Dingdong’s ears from Dingdong’s ears is in his impression that Dingdong’s ears is a cowardly mouse who will pretend to be dead in front of cats; while Dingdong’s ears are courageous and dare to be The cats exploded in front of them.
Therefore, when the mouse in front of him reminded the rats behind him with a solemn admonition, Zheng Qing's first reaction was that it was definitely not the piercing ear.
As the two parties talked, the fat cat Tuantuan, who had arched his back and squinted his eyes at any time, seemed to be thinking of something. He lay down again, took out two beef cubes from the plate and stuffed them into his mouth. The beard on the fat face shook as it chewed unhurriedly. It cast its eyes down and looked inscrutable.
After a brief shock, the wild mice in the rows of cages behind the counter seemed to see an opportunity to seize freedom. They screamed and started to slam the thin cage doors.
"What's going on, what's going on? How come back to get an exhibit, can you fry the pan here?" An anxious voice came from the door with hurried steps.
Fatty Xin grabbed a small handkerchief, wiped the sweat stains between his forehead and neck, stepped across the threshold, and hurried in. Zheng Qing caught a glimpse of the steaming heat on the fat man's head, and admired it-it was really embarrassing that this fat man could make such a hot look in such a cold weather.
"Excuse me, can you keep that fat cat away from us?" Ding Dong's ears took a big step forward bravely, waving his arms, and screaming, "For the harmony and stability of the wizarding society!"
Tuan Tuan slapped his nose in disdain, and didn't bother to lift his eyelids and look at the mice more.
After hearing Ding Dong's request, Zheng Qing didn't think about how to answer, and the fat man's shocked voice came next to him.
"Ding Dong ears? Fuck... How did you run into our shop?!" The fat man looked around, as if he wanted to see an open window, or someone hiding in a corner The old wizard who smirked at him.
"I am not Ding Dong ears! I am Ding Dong ears!" The mouse in the cyan vest couldn't help but squeezed its paws and flicked its tail, with a few veins violent in its forehead.
Behind it, several other mice squeezing into the house made a low laugh.
"Well, okay, okay, jingle ears...please ask, if you suddenly appeared in our shop, what's the matter?" Throwing a meditation talisman to the restless'commodities' After being comforted again, the young public-sponsored student finally slowed down, looked down at a few uninvited guests at his feet, and asked his own doubts~EbookFREE.me~Huh? "Ding Dang's ears swept across the meditation talisman Zheng Qing had just activated, and only after realizing that there was no danger in it, the short hair that had exploded around his neck slowly calmed down.
Then it coughed twice, and its tone suddenly became very serious. "Tell you the owner of the store, that we have a big shot from the rat clan who will come to your opening ceremony. You need to do some preliminary work..."
Zheng Qing didn't know what the preliminary cooperation was.
But he still knows who the owner of this shop is.
"Just tell me anything, I'll just talk about the owner of this shop." Zheng Qing put his hands on his knees, looked down at a group of small mice wearing clothes in front of him, with a pretty smile.
In the end, as if to verify his words, the young wizard pointed his finger at the business license hanging on the wall.
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(Tianjin)