C1862 Fire

"Come on, don't be sad." He wiped the sweat off his head and felt depressed. So he stood up from the ground and didn't even want to pat the dust on his butt.

On the table, where the cat had just slept, a long brown object lay quietly. It was suppressed by the Persian cat, so he didn't notice it at first.

It was a recorder, perhaps a recording device that hid a great secret