Chapter 3
Dam, well, they set up security here. You can't install cameras that easily. So … two in the corners, and one on top. It's good that all the guards are at the Windows.
Chapter 4.
After installing the cameras, I decided to search the attic again. The result remains the same. I went back to my room, not to bother the guards. On reflection, I realized that since the poacher visits the attic, he hid something in the first place, and secondly, I need to find it at all costs. Having made this decision, I went up to the attic and waited for the noise. Three hours later, the police post ended and I was left alone.
Chapter 5.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly I heard a noise. It came from the corner. I went to the corner and realized that the noise was coming from the wall. I tried to figure out what was behind the wall. And understood, the cache! You just need to open it, usually using the button. Try. When the poacher was next to me, he was taller than me but five heads. Like here. No, not here. I'll try it when he's squatting, about here. Before I could even try to find the button,I heard a siren. Although I'm curious about who's here, I'll deal with the stash first. I pressed a button and a small square of wall slid sideways. In the recess of the hiding place there was some kind of cage from which the noise came. But suddenly my parents and Pyotr Vasilyevich ran into the attic.
"She closed the case without us!" – exclaimed our district police officer.
"Er … but I just found the stash."
–Not just a stash, but a poacher's stash.– said my ancestors who were in the know.– so see what's in the cache.
When I pulled the cage out of its hiding place, everyone gasped, and there was a small gray-white ball of fur in it. I dreamed so much about my own animal, then I had hope.
"Can I–" I didn't finish.
"Yes," my mother said.
"Hooray," I yelled, and the Windows rattled.
I pulled out a lump and saw that it was a rat and named it Matilda. So my dream came true and the first investigation in my life ended.
