1048 A Bag of Dried Fish (2/2)

The earless black cat placed the injured on the backs of other cats, and brought the injured away from the battlefield. It would then return to the battlefield.

After dinner, the rottweiler's owner sat on his sofa and watched television as his food digested. The leftovers were left in the dishes and nobody was bothered to clean them up. Finally, the wife of the house stood up, poured the leftovers into the porridge, and stirred them slightly, getting them ready to feed to the dog later.

”Why does the dog sound so strange?” the wife asked, confused.

”It's nothing. What could be wrong with it?” The husband pretended to watch television, then took advantage of when his wife left to secretly look at his phone screen. He muttered in his heart, Why are the girls on TikTok so good looking? He was randomly pacifying his old wife that was lacking in looks.

”That's not right. Go out and take a look. I feel like this sound is not right,” the wife insisted. ”It can't be that someone is stealing the dog, right?”

”Do you think that our dog is a Husky? Who would dare to steal it? Do they no longer want their life?”

”I asked you to go out and take a look, you should just go out and take a look! You could have already gone out and looked a long time ago with the effort you spent saying this bullsh*t!” The wife angrily shouted in a loud voice.

The husband could not fight with his wife; he could only leave the sofa lazily and slowly walk out. The WiFi signal grew poorer the further away he got from the house, so the pretty ladies on his phone would morph into cartoons.

After walking a few steps in the yard, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why was it so quiet? The dog had just called out… Why was it not calling out now?

He stepped on a soft object under his feet, looked down, and found his rottweiler lying on the ground powerlessly and covered with scars. Although the wounds were shallow and not fatal, its fur was dyed red. It looked very scary.

The rottweiler glared at its owner in anger. If it had been stepped on in the past, it would have even dared to bite its owner, but at that moment, it did not even have the energy to open its mouth.

”What the… what the f*ck! What's going on here?” The male owner was so scared he almost dropped his phone. His dog seemed to have been attacked.

There are messy paw prints––dog's and other animal's––on the ground around them. Judging from the paw prints and the dog's scratches, the dog seemed to have been attacked by some kind of feline beast… There were no other animals besides felines that could silently injure an adult rottweiler like that.

He didn't help his dog. Instead, he shivered and started the flashlight function of his mobile phone. He shone a circle around him, frightened. He didn't find the so-called feline beast, so he put his heart back in his chest.

”My wife! It's not good! Our dog was attacked, almost to the point of death! Quickly, bring the red medicine and bandages!” he shouted as he rushed into the house.

The wife anxiously grabbed the medical kit and ran out of the house. Seeing the pitiful state their dog was in in, her heart ached so much she almost cried. ”Who… who did this?” she asked angrily.

The male owner was just about to say something when he suddenly heard a wail from the neighbor's dog. It was then quiet again.

He met her eyes, and they shivered at the same time. They looked towards the darkness that hung like thick, black ink.

They had already entered May. It was at the turn of spring and summer, but they felt a chill pass over their bodies. The night was especially dark and long.