Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 142: The Silent Witnesses

The entire team watched that waddling little backside, their expressions bordering on dazed.

Using a tiny kitten to track down a fugitive...

It was beyond absurd.

Despite their internal skepticism, the orange kitten was surprisingly fast for its size. In a flash, it zipped over to a pile of debris filled with discarded construction materials and tattered tarps.

It skidded to a graceful halt, lifted a tiny paw to point precisely at a heap of junk, and let out a soft, high-pitched meow, as if saying, "Right here!"

The officers exchanged dubious glances but moved quickly, fanning out to surround the area.

They had barely settled into their positions for two minutes when the tarps and wooden planks shifted with a loud clatter.

The male suspect, covered in dust and grime, emerged halfway from a hidden tunnel. He looked up, only to lock eyes with five pairs of intense, staring eyes.

Five burly, muscular officers stood in a circle, silently waiting for their prey.

"Good lord!"

Terrified out of his wits, the man instinctively tried to scramble back into the hole.

But the officer closest to him was faster. He lunged forward, grabbed the man by his collar, and with a heavy grunt, hauled him out like a stubborn weed.

With that, the husband and wife were both in custody, hauled back to the demolition site.

When the second team brought the male suspect back, the heroic little orange kitten was perched majestically on a burly officer's shoulder, triumphantly flicking its tail.

Meanwhile, Nancy was sitting in the police car, hurriedly wolfing down the claypot rice Simon had brought her.

She ate with urgency, knowing full well that once the bodies were unearthed, her appetite would be gone for good.

The couple truly looked the part of villains: the woman had sharp, predatory eyes filled with malice, and the man’s face was a map of rugged, intimidating features.

Even in handcuffs, they remained defiant, their necks stiff with uncooperative arrogance.

"Where are the bodies buried?" Simon asked, his voice cold.

The two immediately played dumb. "What bodies? We don't know anything!"

"Are you police allowed to just frame innocent people?"

At that moment, Snowball, cradled in Nancy’s arms, suddenly raised a paw. "I know! I know where they are!"

The kitten hopped down, trotted over to the German Shepherd Simon was leading, and gave the large dog’s leg a friendly pat with its paw. "Hey buddy, will you give me a lift?"

The intelligent police dog understood perfectly, lowering its body to let Snowball leap lightly onto its back.

"Woof! Woof!" The dog barked in coordination.

After finishing her meal, Nancy followed Simon and the two furry companions into the eerie, shadow-drenched house.

Perched like a tiny commander atop the powerful police dog, Snowball stood tall and pointed a small paw toward the eastern wall. "Awoo! Right here!"

Then, the kitten nimbly turned toward the partition wall between the kitchen and the living room. "And there! The smell is strongest over there!"

The police dog sniffed the spots Snowball indicated and nodded in surprise. "Wow, you're really impressive here. You're nearly as good as I am, and I am a professional!"

Nancy quickly relayed the animals' findings to Simon.

While the dog excelled at searching open areas, a small creature like Snowball, accustomed to navigating tight spaces, was exceptionally sensitive to scents trapped in enclosed areas.

The two made a perfect investigative duo.

Simon signaled his team, and the technical officers moved in immediately.

One technician held a ground-penetrating radar, sliding it slowly against the wall as the waveforms on the screen shifted and jumped.

Another aimed a thermal imaging camera, the lens revealing distinct patches of color across the structure.

"Simon!" the technician shouted. "At the one o'clock position, 1.5 meters deep inside the wall—there's a clear hollow reflection! The dimensions... they match a human body!"

...

One, two, three... a preliminary scan confirmed at least three bodies!

Simon’s eyes sharpened. He spoke into his radio, his voice low and firm. "Tech team, forensic team, get into position immediately! Targets confirmed. Prepare for a targeted demolition!"

Just then, the Tabby leaped gracefully to Nancy’s feet, the tip of its tail twitching with anxious energy. "Ms. Nancy! Follow me, quick! That bad human hid something else inside!"

The cat led Nancy and several forensic officers to a dark corner of the basement. It stopped precisely over a patch of earth where the soil was noticeably fresher and tapped it with a front paw. "Right here!"

The officers stepped forward, carefully digging with their shovels. Sure enough, beneath the loose soil, they unearthed a mud-caked pointed knife, a masonry trowel stained with dried cement, and a half-empty bucket of concrete.

The forensic team carefully sealed these critical pieces of evidence into bags.

Looking at the Tabby, who was standing tall and clearly waiting for praise, one officer couldn't help but marvel. "I've been on the force for years, and I've never found key evidence this fast or this accurately! This is incredible!"

The Tabby turned its head away, pretending to nonchalantly lick its paw while letting out a dignified purr. "Hmph, it was nothing. Such clumsy attempts at hiding things are full of holes to someone like me."