There was no doubt that this dead rat had been taken out by the crow in the tree.
Feng Jun found it rather interesting. He had originally planned to get rid of the crow, but it was so sensible. Not only had it not stolen yesterday's rat, it had even known to kill a rat to please him. He found he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Spiritually aware creatures really were more likable.
He had been considering whether to get a cat to prevent the rats nearby from becoming a plague, but the crow had already taken care of it.
Besides, whether cats these days could still catch rats was another question. Eating cat food was so much easier, and it looked classier, too.
Still, he did not want the crow catching rats everywhere and tossing them into the yard.
So he picked up the dead rat, walked a circle around the yard, then raised it and waved it at the crow.
The crow tilted its head at him without making a sound.
Feng Jun did not know whether it understood, so he pointed outside the yard, then at the crow, while moving his lips a few times—If you catch them outside the yard, just eat them yourself.
Then he turned around and hung this rat beneath the eaves as well. He had no intention of stringing up a whole row of rats there, but this one had died especially gruesomely. Its corpse would definitely be more intimidating.
Just as he hung up the dead rat, a burst of barking came from outside the yard.
Feng Jun turned to look and saw a woman in her forties walking a dog past the villa.
This was one of the dogs that had lain outside the villa that day. It was