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... at on my belly.
Meow.
'Huh? When are we going back to the Research Institute? If we see the collapsed director being dragged into the Research Institute isolation room, won't we end up not going back?'
The cat, thinking I'm taking too long, punched my belly with its paws repeatedly.
'Well, it seems the detective is trying to call someone, so it will be soon.'
As I was lying down chatting with the cat, the detective and junior who had disappeared somewhere ...
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