...... meow?

It all happened so fast, the sharp black weapon slashing down at his head, the small pink Yang San coming from below. Tang Mo, with one hand on the ground and the tip of his umbrella facing upwards, stabbed his opponent in the throat. The scruffy old man did not expect Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo to suddenly attack, but in the next second, he pulled out a twisted piece of rotten wood from his pocket, first splitting the little Yang San, and then meeting Fu Wenduo.

Tang Mo takes two steps backward, and the old man's rotten wood clashes with Fu Wenduo's three-pronged sharpshooter.

The old man's body was shriveled and thin, but there was a great strength hidden in his body. Fu Wenduo took half a step backward, but the old man stood still. He let out a surprised "eep", seeing that the rotten wood in his hand had been cut with a shallow slit. He then looked up at Fu Wenduo's right hand, his eyes showing greed: "Hey, hey, cut off your hand and give it to me ...... This bowl of cat food can also be given to you."

Fu Wenduo and Tang Mo didn't give him a chance to speak again, as they both attacked in unison.

In the spacious garden, the sounds of fierce fighting continued to ring out.

Soon, Zhao Xiaofei also joined the battle. She took out a small purple box the size of a palm from her pocket, and aimed it at the old man, firing a series of purple needles. The old man dodged her needles with ease, while still having the strength to resist the combined efforts of Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo. Gradually, he was losing the battle.

Seeing the bad situation, the old man gritted his teeth and turned around to run. Tang Mo raised his right hand and dozens of silver-colored steel needles instantly appeared, the needles turned and flew towards the old man. The old man cursed and dodged the attack, the needles all shot into the soil. The old man was forced to run to his left side, Fu Wenduo attacked him directly from his left side, making it impossible for him to avoid.

The old man roared in anger as he snapped the rotten wood in his hand, and all of a sudden, a smell worse than cat food emanated.

The smell exceeded the limits of human imagination, Tang Mo's throat wriggled and he almost vomited. Even Fu Wenduo stopped moving for a second due to the smell, and the old man took this opportunity to grab the cat food and run away, spitting at the humans as he left, "Yuck! You shameless humans!"

Tang Mo covered his mouth with one hand and raised the other again, staring at the old man with reddened eyes and shooting out dozens of needles again. Fu Wenduo also took out a thin rope and probed the old man. The old man didn't dare to be careless as the two players forced themselves to adapt to the horrible stench before chasing after him.

Fu Wenduo pierced the old man's thigh, and the old man staggered toward the door. Tang Mo simply threw away the small Yang San and turned his hand over to take out a large match. He shouted angrily, and the match head rubbed sparks on the ground. Just as Tang Mo's match was about to ignite the old man's clothes, a crimson figure came up from behind him, and whoosh! The sound of a sharp weapon piercing into flesh and blood rang out, Tang Mo's movements stopped for a moment, then he swung the match and lit the old man's body on fire.

The old man stared at the three humans in front of him with his mouth wide open in disbelief.

Tang Mo took little Yang San back to his wrist, and Fu Wenduo stood still. They turned, only to see a tall, thin, elegant blonde man raise his hand and gently cover his bowler hat. Grea smiled slightly and pulled his own cane from the scruffy old man's chest as he grumbled, "That's a hell of a haunting smell, my lady, such a smell really shouldn't exist in this world."

I don't know what Grea's walking stick was made of, but after it pierced the old man's body, he stopped breathing. The fire quickly consumes the body and Li Miaomiao runs up to take the cat food from the old man. The flames die down, leaving a black ash trail.

Tang Mo looks thoughtfully at the short staff in Grea's hand, then at the puddle of ashes on the ground, her lips pursing slowly.

Li Miaomiao : "Would a cat really want to eat something this stinky?"

Tang Mo turned to her.

Zhao Xiaofei came over to look at the pile of shit and covered his nose: "It still stinks. This old man isn't lying to us, is this really cat food?"

Grea very patiently explained, "He may lie, but the Black Tower never lies. Defeat the underground man who guards the cat food and you get a bowl of cat food, and lo and behold, we have it now - a very tasty bowl of cat food."

Tang Mo faintly said, "If you really think it's delicious you can have it for you to eat."

Grea: "......"

Probably not wanting cat food, Grea shut her mouth and stopped talking.

Li Miaomiao, a surgeon, is very receptive to the dirty, smelly "cat food", which she carefully carries into Schrödinger's castle. Five players follow her, entering the gate in turn, with a middle-aged man in the shape of Guan Jia closing the gate at the end. Led by Li Miaomiao, the five of them searched the castle.

"Meow, meow? It's time to eat." Li Miaomiao shouted while holding the cat food.

"Meow?"

"Here's your favorite cat food."

"Meow."

The five people took the cat food and walked from the first floor of the castle to the second floor and finally back to the first floor. Every black cat that saw them would turn around and run away, even running faster than a moment ago, with absolutely no intention of trying to eat the cat food. Li Miaomiao gave up, "Sure enough, I told you how could a normal cat eat this kind of stuff. It's the dogs that can't change their ways, and now that dogs don't even eat shit anymore, how could a cat possibly eat it."

Zhao Xiaofei: "What should we do? The Black Tower said that Schrödinger's cat would eat this bowl of cat food, and if it doesn't come out to eat the cat food, how are we going to find it?"

Things were at a standstill again.

Suddenly, a stiff male voice rang out from behind Li Miaomiao, "Guests, this kind of thing that emits an odor should not be kept in the castle. If you do not intend to dispose of it, I can do it for you."

Li Miaomiao froze: "It's cat food, Schrödinger's cats eat it all the time." Cat food can't be kept in the castle?

The middle-aged Guan Jia did not answer, but just lowered his head and repeated, "Guest, this kind of odor emitting things ......"

The crowd said a few more words, but Guan Jia didn't seem to hear anything, just kept repeating the words. Wherever Li Miaomiao went, he followed, reminding him.

Fu Wenduo: "Give it to him."

Li Miaomiao looked at Fu Wenduo in dismay, "But this is the cat food that we managed to grab with great difficulty."

Fu Wenduo: "Every three hours a bowl of cat food will appear. This bowl of cat food is not any use for us to leave it now, so we can give it to him. He said he has a way of dealing with it."

Zhao Xiaofei : "But ......"

Li Miaomiao remembered Ruan Wangshu's instructions before she left and said, "Okay, I don't want to take this stuff anyway." With that, she quickly shoved the cat food into the middle-aged Guan Jia's hand. As if he couldn't smell the stench of the shit in his hand, the middle-aged Guan Jia expressionlessly took the cat food and walked to the kitchen.

Fu Wenduo and Tang Mo looked at each other and followed.

Li Miaomiao also understood what they meant: "Eh, could one still follow this Guan Jia to find Schrödinger's cat?"

Guan Jia walks slowly to the kitchen with the cat food in his hand, he puts it in the cupboard and locks the door and leaves again. Five players were waiting for rabbits in the kitchen. The kitchen stench was the worst, and a black cat refused to come in. After waiting for half an hour, they just gave up and searched for the cat again the same way as before.

This time, everyone switched floors, Tang Mo and Li Miaomiao looking for the first floor, Fu Wenduo three looking for the second floor.

Li Miaomiao grabs a kitten and examines it before marking its hind legs. The pair quickly searched ten rooms, finding nothing. And, as Tang Mo says, their efficiency in finding cats has dropped dramatically. Only eight of the ten cats they caught had been marked and found before.

An hour and a half later, the two had only found about two dozen cats.

Li Miaomiao let go of a dirty little black cat and squatted on the ground, her mind very confused: ''Is this copy really going to require us to search like this? We should have searched for a total of over two hundred cats by now combined, and there are still over a hundred more. If that cat isn't here at all, won't we be doing labor for nothing?"

"It must be here." Tang Mo said.

Li Miaomiao turned her head to look at him.

The remaining black cats are more resourceful than one another, and the kittens blow up and run away before the player can get to them. Tang Mo, pretending not to care and looking straight ahead, walks past a kitten hiding behind a vase of flowers. When the kitten is not paying attention, he suddenly strikes and catches the cat.

"Meow!"

The little black cat purred angrily and scratched Tang Mo's hand with its claws. Unfortunately, its small claws could not leave a mark on Tang Mo's hard skin, so it simply bit it with its teeth. Tang Mo examined the cat and put it down, looking up at Li Miaomiao: "That cat must be here. Any game given by the Black Tower can be cleared. If the cat isn't here, we'll never find it to pass the level. So, Schrödinger's cat must be in this castle."

Li Miaomiao actually understood this, she gritted her teeth and said, "If we can't, we can look for every cat, the elimination method will surely find it."

Tang Mo was noncommittal.

The two continued to look up.

"What kind of game is this, how can any cat like that kind of cat food." Li Miaomiao complained. She had a cat before Earth Online, not a famous breed, but not to mention shit, her cat didn't even like to eat fish and was very picky. There may be cats in the world that don't eat fish, but there can't be cats that love to eat shit. "Is ...... Schrödinger's cat so different that it's not like any other normal cat?"

Tang Mo's steps came to a sudden halt.

Li Miaomiao took a few steps and turned her head to look at him, "Tang Mo?"

Tang Mo's eyes opened slightly, his brain thinking quickly. He closed his eyes, and the next moment, he said, "A different cat ...... Schrödinger's cat, maybe not a cat?!"

Li Miaomiao froze: "Huh?"

Tang Mo: "Do you know the Schrödinger theory?"

Li Miaomiao: "Of course I know, I'm a science student, and Schrödinger's cat was an experiment he proposed. Schrödinger's cat was an experiment that he proposed. A cat was put into a box containing a radioactive substance, and there was a 50% chance that the substance would decay and the cat would die, and a 50% chance that it would not decay and the cat would not die. Until the box is opened, no one knows whether the cat is alive or dead; it is both alive and dead." After a pause, she asked, "But what does that have to do with this game?"

"Does Schrödinger's cat have to be a cat?"

Li Miaomiao : "What is it if not a cat?"

Tang Mo frowned, but the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up. He read the three rules of the game given by the Black Tower in a low voice, and just as Li Miaomiao looked bewildered and was about to ask again, he brushed his head up, ''Until we find that cat and complete the game, no one knows if that cat is a cat or what. The cat may be a normal cat, or it may not be a cat at all. Your name is Li Miaomiao."

Li Miaomiao vaguely sensed Tang Mo's meaning, but she still didn't understand: "My name is Li Miaomiao?!" What does this have to do with the game again?

"Yes, your name is Li Miao ......" A cat suddenly throws itself at Tang Mo, and Tang Mo's voice stops. He examined the little black cat that had jumped into his arms and saw the markings on the other's hind legs before releasing the kitten. He raised his head and continued, "Your name is Li Miaomiao, so you can't be a cat. But what if ...... your name is Cat?"

Li Miaomiao's eyes widened as she exclaimed, "You mean, anything could be the cat? Schrödinger's cat, not necessarily a real cat? Three rules of the game given by the Black Tower: Schrödinger has only one cat, it doesn't fit in, it's clean, and it likes cat food ...... Eh?!!!! More like this?"

"Buzz--"

An hour later, the pendulum clock in the center of the castle hall chimed loudly at full time. The five players gathered downstairs and exchanged information with each other, counting the number of black cats everyone had checked this time. After making sure that no one has found Schrödinger's cat, the five players, led by Guan Jia, walk out the front door and into the garden to wait for the cat food to appear.

Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo were at the end.

Tang Mo lowers his voice: "Well?"

Fu Wenduo lowered his eyes and looked steadily at Tang Mo : "There is no difference, it looks like a very ordinary short staff. It should be a prop of some sort, no weaker than your big match."

Being able to kill a very strong Underground Man in a split second, the quality of this prop was at least above Fine.

Tang Mo ponders for a moment, "What about that bowl of cat food?"

Fu Wenduo : "It's still in the cabinet." After a pause, he added: "There is a lock on the cabinet."

Hearing this, Tang Mo's steps suddenly stopped, and he looked up at Fu Wenduo in surprise, his gaze falling right into the other man's dark eyes. As they stared at each other, Tang Mo realized what Fu Wenduo meant. He thought extremely fast, and in a few moments, he disproved some of the thoughts he had just had, however, before he had the chance to say anything, a familiar yet unpleasant singing voice rang out from afar -

"Oh, did you eat the stowaway today?"

"The heart of a stowaway is especially good for wine."

"Stowaway's liver, popped and not greasy."

"Stowaway's thighs, chewy and strong."

"Oh! My honorable Herr Schrödinger, did you eat the stowaway today?"

Hearing this song, Li Miaomiao was shocked at the spot. She grabbed her weapon, only to see a black shadow slowly approaching from the distance. It was a short, skinny, dirty old man who wore tattered gray clothes, his face and body covered in ash as if he hadn't bathed in many days. He walked to the center of the garden and sat down on his butt, pulling out a bowl of something black from that dirty chest.

The next second, the familiar stench hit the players, and this time the players were prepared.

The scruffy old man spat in disappointment at the calm reaction of everyone, and soon he nosed a delicious aroma, "Oh, look what I smell! Stowaways, or two stowaways! Delicious cat food, ah, the top of the line royal cat food, best known by the underground man Wang Guo, want to get it? One stowaway for a bowl of cat food, what a deal!"

Zhao Xiaofei was a bit hesitant, and she swept a seemingly casual glance at Tang Mo and the others. To be able to enter this game, Zhao Xiaofei had cleared at least one level of the Black Tower and was not a fool. She observed that Tang Mo should not be a stowaway, and Fu Wenduo did not look like one either. Then the most likely stowaways were Li Miaomiao and that inexplicable Grea.

Zhao Xiaofei is all for sending Grea out for cat food. There's something different about this guy, and he seems to have a secret, so a teammate like that on the team could be a ticking time bomb.

But there's no way they're going to do that.

Zhao Xiaofei gripped the purple box, ready to attack. What she didn't expect, however, was Li Miaomiao suddenly saying, "Does Schrödinger's cat really like your cat food?"

As if he had been poked and prodded, the old man jumped up from the ground, "What do you shameless humans know! Herr Schrödinger's cat only eats my cat food, and he loves it!"

Li Miaomiao : "But he didn't eat the bowl of cat food you brought over last time."

The old man immediately roared, "Impossible!"

Li Miaomiao saw this reaction and knew he wasn't lying. Schrödinger's cat really likes that bowl of shit cat food. In that case ......

"Schrödinger's cat must be in this fortress, he's out of place, very clean, and theoretically loves to eat shit ...... eat that bowl of cat food. But he was partial to not eating it. That's only one possibility." Li Miaomiao's gaze swept over everyone in the room, and finally, with a lurch of her eyes, she settled on the man, "Who says Schrödinger's cat must be a cat? He didn't eat the bowl of cat food because he didn't have a chance to, he was with us the whole time ......"

"Isn't that right, Mr. Grea?"

Under the bright sunlight, the man in the crimson dress was looking down and teasing the little black cat in his arms. Suddenly being watched by so many people, Grea looked at everyone in slight surprise, seemingly incredulous. Looking at Li Miaomiao's sure expression, Grea blinks: "Me? Schrödinger's cat?My lady, do you think ...... I'm Schrödinger's cat?" He let out a chuckle and asked, "Respected lady, may I ask what makes you make such a judgment? If I am a cat, why is he, him, and her, not a cat?"

Grea pointed out Tang Mo, Fu Wenduo and Zhao Xiaofei one by one.

Li Miaomiao certainly can't say that she knows Tang Mo , Fu Wenduo and so knows that they are definitely not cats. As for not thinking Zhao Xiaofei is a cat ......

Li Miaomiao: "A woman's intuition."

"So to you, I'm a lot like a cat?" Grea raised an eyebrow and nodded his head for half a second to mull it over. He seemed to have figured something out, and grabbed the paw of the kitten in his arms, mimicking a beckoning cat gently scratching the air, and letting out a soft sound, "Like this-"

"...... Meow~?"

The air froze for a moment.

Such a reaction didn't need the Black Tower to prove it, and Li Miaomiao realized that she seemed to have guessed wrong. "How can it be? To be able to eat cat food means that it must be a living thing, a sentient being. In this castle, there are only us humans and those hundreds of cats, and those hundreds of cats don't eat cat food at all, because none of them are Schrödinger's cats, and normal cats don't eat cat food. Then it could only be us ......"

Li Miaomiao bristled and turned her head toward Zhao Xiaofei.

Zhao Xiaofei reddened her eyes, "You're sick, how can I be a cat, I'm human."

A hoarse, unpleasant laugh broke out, "Hahahahaha, look what I hear, you guys are actually calling him Schrödinger's cat? A real Schrödinger's cat, how can that be? This is really the funniest joke of the year for Wang Guo, the Underground Man, and I'm sure I'll get a king's gold coin for selling it to Peter Pan's gossip tabloid! I've got the name all figured out, it's just weird ......" The old man suddenly closed his mouth and winked, "Then I don't say well. Follow the rules of the Black Tower, so ...... hey, you guys want to buy my cat food now?"