After meeting Tom, Liam felt that something was not right

"By the way, Tom, how did you get here?" Liam asked. Help arriving so fast was a bit too convenient

Tom stood up and jumped up and down, gesticulating. Liam did not understand what he was saying at all, so he stopped him and said, "Stop, stop, stop. You should be able to speak, right?"

Liam remembered that Tom was a master of languages, and even dialects from all over China. Why did he not simply speak directly?

As soon as Tom opened his mouth, he gave Liam an incomparable sense of intimacy. "It makes me tired, speaking Human," he said roughly.

This was the authentic sound of an avalanche!

Liam nodded. Cats and humans had different body structures, so it was understandable that cats would feel uncomfortable speaking human language... What the hell though! Tom's structure was also different from that of ordinary cats, right?

"Why don't you write?" Liam knew that Tom did not like to talk, and it was not easy to force him.

Tom nodded, raised a finger, and a sharp claw popped out. He started scratching the wooden board below. The neat characters that looked like printed characters made Liam feel very inadequate in his language using human identity

A few minutes later, based on the words on the wooden board and some of Tom's body movements, Liam understood what Tom had experienced.

It turned out that Tom was very sad after being kicked out of the house. At this time, a contract appeared in front of him. The general content of the contract was:

[Go to another world to help Liam overcome his difficulties. You can make reasonable requests. The contract will take effect after signing your name. ]

Tom thought about it for a moment before signing the contract, writing down his own requirements: [Let Liam also become Tom's new owner, and let Tom be a happy house cat. ]

Liam was completely dumbfounded. Was this the legendary free gift? Was there something wrong with Tom's brain circuits?

Although the contract was not made by Liam, he felt guilty for abducting an ignorant cat. Feeling his conscience, Liam asked. "Tom, with your ability, you can live well on your own, right? Why do you have to find a master? You have nothing to lose but your chains!"

Tom shook his head and wrote a few more lines.

"Only cats with owners are house cats, while cats without owners are stray cats. Stray cats will be hungry, cold, and bullied. I want to be a house cat."

After finishing writing, Tom looked at Liam carefully, fearing that he would dislike him. Liam was shocked by Tom's powerful cartoon logic and was speechless. After a while, he reached out and touched Tom's head, and said. "Then I will be your owner from now on. As long as I have a bite to eat, you will have a bite. I will try my best to give you a warm home."

Liam remembered that Tom's favorite things besides playing with Jerry were snuggling up by the fireplace, taking a nap, and opening the refrigerator to eat to his heart's content. Just one cat like him could annihilate a table full of food. An average family could not afford to support Tom.

Liam felt that if he wanted to support Tom, he would have to work hard to make money in the future, and it would be a long and arduous journey.

Tom got a positive answer and happily rubbed Liam's palm with his head.

According to Tom's description, this place was a different world from his, and it might be a different world for Liam as well. Unfortunately, neither of them knew where they were.

It was at this time that Liam began to study the circle on the back of his left hand. At this moment, the lines inside the magic circle were dim, and only the outer circle could be seen clearly. According to Tom's description, this should be the thing that summoned him.

I wonder if I can use this to escape?

Liam tentatively poked it with his finger. The circle flashed, and a 3% appeared in the middle. It looked like the picture of his mobile phone charging. Like a true zoomer, his power seemed smartphone related, thus truly incorporating brainrot into his biological system to finish the ascension process.

"This thing is out of power?"

Liam scratched his head and had some guesses, but it seemed that there was no way to be sure.

Tom tilted his head and watched his new owner's actions, confused.

"Okay, Tom, you can see the current situation. We are drifting on the sea. We have to find land and get some food and water," Liam smiled and said.

Speaking of food, Liam's stomach started rumbling again.

Tom quickly pulled his small package over and pushed it to Liam.

Liam looked at the three cans of food and a stack of green bills in the small package, knowing that these were all of Tom's belongings when he left home. To be honest, he was a little touched.

"I can still bear it. Let's try fishing first and save the canned food for emergencies."

Tom patted his chest and gestured to leave it to him. Then he picked up the wooden stick he carried when he went out, took the fishing line made of shoelaces made by Liam and the fish hook made of key chains, and made a simple fishing rod.

One shoelace was a little short, so Liam contributed another one.

Seeing Tom throwing the hook out professionally, Liam was full of anticipation. Tom seemed to be quite good at fishing, right? Especially when using Jerry as bait.

Half a day passed with no results.

Tom looked at Liam a little aggrieved. It was really difficult to fish without bait.

Moreover, they were now drifting along with the waves, with insufficient food and no conditions to build shelter. It was difficult for even a clever cat to catch fish without bait.

There was no choice but to open a can of food. It was a metal box with a knob on the side that could roll up the lid by turning it a few times.

There were six small fish, each about ten centimeters long, in the box, which Liam and Tom split in half.

Maybe it was because he was extremely hungry, but Liam felt that this was the most delicious fish he had ever eaten. When he ate the first fish, he wanted to chew all the fish bones into pieces and swallow them. It was only when he ate the second and third fish that he resumed his normal eating habits.

Liam broke the fish bones into pieces, but Tom was more amazing. He picked up the fish tail and put the whole fish into his mouth. After a few seconds, he could spit out a complete fish skeleton without even a trace of meat left on it.

After finishing his lunch, Liam collected some meat scraps and soup from the box, smeared them on the fishhook, and gave them to Tom for fishing.

"I don't know if it's reliable to use fish to fish. Maybe some carnivorous fish will take the bait, right?"

Liam was reluctant to throw away the can, so he planned to try to use it in conjunction with the glass bottle that originally contained milk to distill some fresh water.

Fill a can with sea water and balance an empty milk bottle in the middle. Then Liam was in a dilemma. "It would be nice if I had a plastic sheet..."

A piece of transparent plastic sheet was handed to Liam.

"Thank you." Liam took the plastic sheet and turned it over and over again, trying to figure out how to set it up.

Five seconds later.

"?"

"That's not right. Where did the plastic sheet come from?"

Liam looked at Tom's back thoughtfully and whispered, "It would be nice if there was a small stone."

Without even turning his head, Tom reached behind his back and took out a small stone the size of a fingernail, like a magic trick, and handed it to Liam.

Liam: "!"

It seemed that because Liam was slow to take the small stone, Tom turned around with a vivid expression of confusion.

Liam decided to ask directly: "Tom, how many things are hidden in your fur? Is there anything we can use now?"

Tom thought for a moment and began to take things out one by one:

Mousetraps, firecrackers, matches, cigars, ropes, blindfolds...all kinds of sundries were piled up into a small mountain, among which there were even two revolvers.

Liam also thought about it. As a cat who used to be a cowboy, it seems reasonable for him to carry two pistols.

It's a pity that there is no food and water.

Liam found a few thin wooden sticks from the pile of debris. It seemed that he had to rely on himself if he wanted fresh water.

"Wait Tom, why are you using my shoelaces as fishing line when you have rope?"

Tom gave an embarrassed smile.

Liam immediately spent a lot of effort tinkering a device to collect fresh water.

Cover the can and milk bottle with plastic sheeting, place small stones on top of the plastic sheeting, make that place lower than the surrounding area, and align the lowest point with the mouth of the glass bottle.

In this way, the seawater in the can evaporates and condenses into water droplets on the plastic cloth, which then flow down the plastic cloth and drip into the bottle.

Looking at his work, Liam happily showed off to Tom. "See, Tom, with this, we will have fresh water to drink tomorrow or tonight!"

Tom was sitting on the edge of the wooden board, concentrating on fishing. He turned around when he heard Liam's voice.

Looking at the rickety, crude distillation apparatus, Tom almost laughed out loud.

He put down the fishing rod, disassembled the distillation device in a few seconds under Liam's astonished gaze, and reassembled it at a speed that was dizzying.

The iron can and the glass bottle were fixed together with a thin rope so that they would not overturn due to the shaking of the sea. A layer of cloth was wrapped around the glass bottle to channel the evaporation of water inside the bottle. The bracket supporting the plastic cloth had been reinforced, and the plastic cloth was sealed more tightly.

Comparing the past and the present, Liam also felt that the phrase "waving a big sword in front of Musashi" might be referring to him.

Tom clapped his hands as if he had done something insignificant and sat back to fishing.

Is this the legendary feeling of defeat? Liam felt that he could hug Tom's coattails tightly in the future.