Rats 1, 2, 3...

"No, we can't stay in this military police headquarters any longer. When will we ever finish our mission like this?"

After spending a few days at the military police station, Lu Chen discovered that Da Hu was just a petty thug.

Lu Chen didn't believe that Huang Dayong was behind this whole thing, where people were using the guise of maintaining public order to collect protection money from street vendors.

Aside from that, all he did was drink and play cards all day. Lu Chen felt that staying here was a complete waste of time.

Although he could get a salary for nothing every month, how long would it take to finish his own tasks? So Lu Chen thought it was better to go out and find something to do.

"Sigh, I don't know where to go."

Walking down the street, Lu Chen looked left and right. Given his current identity, he couldn't enter the Japanese concession, otherwise he could have gone to gather intelligence.

But now all I can do is wander around the streets doing nothing.

"Squeak!"

"Hmm? What did you find this time?"

Suddenly, a mouse poked its head out of the sleeve and squeaked twice in front of it.

Every time the mouse made a sound, it meant either danger or something was wrong. Lu Chen didn't suspect anything and quickly walked in that direction.

......

"I forgot that you're still a mouse after all."

Looking at the longevity peach cake stall in front of him, Lu Chen was speechless, but he still bought some and stuffed them into his sleeve before walking to a deserted corner to let the rats come out and eat.

This little mouse helped him a lot, so consider it a reward.

The rats were eating with relish, but Lu Chen had no appetite. His mind was preoccupied with the mission, and he couldn't eat anything.

"The mission hasn't made any progress for days, what should we do... oh! That's right!"

Lu Chen, who was still worried, suddenly thought of something when he saw the mouse eating pastries in his hand.

Where are rats not found? They're everywhere!

Moreover, since he can now communicate with rats, why not let the rats help him gather intelligence and then verify its authenticity?

Thinking of this, Lu Chen looked at the mouse in his hand with shining eyes, his tone tempting.

"Would you like to eat longevity peach cake from now on?"

Now Lu Chen can understand what the rat means, and the rat can naturally understand what he says.

The little mouse didn't understand, but after tasting the delicious longevity peach cake, it nodded without hesitation.

"Go and call a few of your companions over."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the little mouse jumped from his hand into the sewer at Lu Chen's feet.

Soon, several small heads popped out; they were mice.

"Squeak squeak".

I've called him over.

The little mouse crawled back into Lu Chen's palm and chirped twice.

Lu Chen looked at the four rats standing in a row on the ground in front of him and placed a piece of longevity peach cake on the ground.

"Here, have some."

The mice swarmed forward instantly; the aroma of the longevity peach cake was too tempting for them.

"Is it tasty?"

Seeing that the longevity peach cake was quickly devoured by the mice, Lu Chen spoke up.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

A few mice squeaked around in a disorderly manner, simply indicating that they still wanted to eat.

"Those who want to eat my food will naturally pay a price, little mouse. Go and tell them what kind of people they should be wary of."

That's right, Lu Chen wanted to use these rats to gather intelligence, specifically intelligence on the Japanese. He didn't believe there weren't Japanese spies within the Chinese territory, especially the Special High Command.

Several rats chattered around on the ground for a while, then sniffed at Lu Chen's feet, remembered his scent, and scurried back into the sewer.

Lu Chen gave them a little treat first so they would go back and tell the other rats how delicious it was.

"Now all we have to do is wait."

Lu Chen was in a good mood. He never expected that the rat swarm would become his biggest intelligence network.

Aside from their relatively low intelligence, rats are quite mobile and mobile.

"Squeak squeak".

Lu Chen put the mouse back into his sleeve, feeling that this mouse that followed him was a little smarter than the other mice.

"Squeak squeak".

"Squeak squeak".

"Squeak squeak".

"So fast?"

Less than three minutes had passed when a large group of rats surrounded Lu Chen.

From their shouts, Lu Chen understood nothing more than that they had found someone different.

"Come up one by one, first."

Lu Chen was wearing a black overcoat with a large interior space and a long hem, which could easily accommodate the rats.

One by one, rats crawled up Lu Chen's trouser leg and onto his coat, hiding inside.

"You go first."

Lu Chen pulled a mouse out of his coat and asked him to take him to meet the different person he had found.

He also casually took out a small piece of longevity peach cake and handed it to it.

"Squeak!"

The mouse was very excited. It had just heard that as long as it found those few people who were different from the majority, it could get a good meal. It didn't expect it to be true!

Following the direction indicated by the rat, Lu Chen continued forward, finally falling into deep thought as he looked at the person the rat considered different.

The person in front of him was a disabled beggar, completely unrelated to the information he wanted.

"We were careless. These rats aren't very intelligent, and they wouldn't be able to easily discover useful information."

Lu Chen shook his head and gave a wry smile, but he did not give up. He put down the rat in his hand and replaced it with the next one.

Next came businessmen, doctors, teachers, and even scarecrows, but no Japanese people.

In the end, the rats didn't find any useful information; instead, they swept all the longevity peach cakes off Lu Chen's body.

"This won't work, the probability is too low, we need to think of a way."

In the end, Lu Chen decided that he needed to train a few rats to help him.

If other mice find intelligence, let them verify it. If it's truly useful intelligence, then let them inform me.

"Bring me those five rats from before."

Upon seeing the five rats, Lu Chen tucked them into his sleeve and headed home.

Back in his room, after closing the door, Lu Chen placed the six mice on the table.

"From now on, you'll be Rat One, you'll be Rat Two, you'll be Rat Three, you'll be..."

The rat that followed Lu Chen was Rat One, and the others were numbered sequentially up to Rat Six.

After gaining the ability to communicate with mice, Lu Chen was able to recognize every single mouse and was no longer afraid of not being able to distinguish them. He simply named them for easier management.

"Rat One, you teach them what kind of people I need to find out."

Ultimately, the task of teaching the mice was handed over to Mouse One, who was also a mouse.

Let someone teach mice? That's absurd; Lu Chen couldn't do that.

"Squeak squeak".

Once the rat agreed, it devoted itself to teaching its fellow rats.

Rat One is now completely loyal to Lu Chen. Following Lu Chen not only keeps him from the wind and sun and provides him with warm clothes, but also provides him with delicious food from time to time. This is practically the life of a rat immortal.

He didn't want to give up this good job. After Lu Chen told Rat One his ideas, Rat One obediently taught the rats.

Lu Chen went to work at the military police station as usual, and every few days he would bring back some sweets to win over the rats.