She looked away as though she had heard nothing.
The two of them and the cat sat on the sofa watching Tom and Jerry together. Lilith curiously looked from one to the other, unable to figure them out.
Better to just focus on Tom Cat!
By the time the two had watched dozens of episodes of Tom and Jerry and Edward returned to 88 Minsk Street, it was already very late.
After washing up, Edward stroked Lilith's head, turned off the gas lamp, and went to sleep.
Alone in the darkness, Lilith spent a while doing parkour before quietly settling down beside Edward's pillow, grooming herself and drifting off to sleep.
The early hours of the morning quietly arrived.
Several figures slipped over. They expertly pried open a window and climbed inside. At their leader's command, three headed straight upstairs toward the bedroom, while the remaining two took out explosives and planted them around the house.
"Aah!!"
Soon, a scream came from upstairs.
The two downstairs immediately drew their guns and each found cover, cautiously aiming toward the staircase.
"Meow."
A little black cat came into view, walking with light steps.
The two men froze.
The next second, the cat vanished.
"Meow."
The meow came from behind one of them. He had barely turned around when a black shadow shot straight at him. Pain stabbed his throat, and he lost consciousness.
A few seconds later, another scream rang out, and the other man collapsed unconscious too.
Click.
The gas lamp downstairs came back on. Edward stood in his pajamas, with three unconscious, burly men in black coats floating behind him-these were clearly the Zimang Party members who had followed Klein during the day.
"Well done, Lilith."
Edward took out a dried fish and handed it to Lilith, then rubbed