Chapter 422 This Is Their Inferno
The staff glanced at the parrot, a flicker of astonishment in their eyes.
The dog seemed rather foolish, sporting a seemingly worthless appearance.
But this parrot, on the other hand, possessed a certain cinning. Its feathers shimmered and gleamed, and
its
eyes sparkled with intelligence. What made it truly remarkable was its cleverness.
A parrot capable of engaging in simple conversations was worth tens of thousands of dollars. It wasn’t something that could be easily trained, no matter how much effort one put into it.
As the staff pondered this, they handed the dog leash over to Lilly.
Lilly walked away, leading the stray dog, all the while glancing back at it.
It was cautious, always on guard. If someone passed by, it would immediately move aside, allowing others. to go first before continuing on its way.
Lilly felt a pang of empathy and stopped, embracing the dog’s neck. She said, “It’s okay, from now on, you don’t have to be afraid anymore. Stick with Daddy and be bold!”
Blake raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Lilly held the dog close, whispering comforting words to it, lost in their private conversation.
In the world of adults, it seemed like everything had a price.
Houses were priced per square foot, and regular neighborhoods couldn’t compare to school districts.
Cars had their price tags too. Driving a hundred-thousand-dollar car would pale in comparison to a two- hundred-thousand-dollar car.
How much is the dowry for a wife? Is it worth it? Does a husband have a house and a car? Is it worth it?
Even life itself was priced and labeled-purebred dogs fetching thousands or even tens of thousands, while mixed breeds were worth only a hundred…
But in the eyes of a child, there were no such complexities.
Blake lowered his gaze, watching Lilly, feeling a deep sense of tranquility and tenderness within his heart.
The large wolfhound had been treated and was now out of danger, but it still needed to stay in the hospital for some time.
After completing the necessary paperwork, Blake took illy and Grace home.
Bettany awaited them at the front door.
As they approached, Bettany’s eyes widened in shock and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Blake and Lilly returning with a dog, while Blake was carrying… a body bag???
“Blake…! What did you take Lilly to do again??” she exclaimed, dumbfounded and filled with trepidation.
Returning with a body bag…
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Could it be that they went to observe an autopsy or handle a case?
Or perhaps they went on a mission and brought back their target??
Is this a place a child should go to?
Bettany’s gaze
turned icy as she stared at Blake, Lilly, and Grace approaching from a distance.
Lilly quickly spoke up, “Grandma, we went…”
Bettany interjected sharply, “Don’t say a word!”
Blake cleared his throat and gestured towards the body bag, “Old Mrs. Crawford, this is…”
To his surprise, Bettany ignored him as well, instructing him not to speak, and then turned her attention
to Grace.
“Grace, it’s your turn to speak.”
Grace hesitated for a moment. Would she be able to help explain things to Lilly’s grandmother?
Grace spoke up, “… The body bag contains a dog that we found on the road.”
Bettany had a moment of realization and then looked the dog Lilly was holding.
“Oh, I see… But you can’t eat a dog that has been dead for too long. Why did you bring it back?”
The stray dog, being led by Lilly, suddenly widened its eyes in surprise.
Lilly quickly covered the dog’s eyes and then realized her mistake, covering its ears as well.
Polly squawked as it flew in, exclaiming, “That’s too brutal!”
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Bellflower crouched in the hallway on the second floor poking its head out and staring at the new arrivals outside the door.
Its tail wagged back and forth, its intentions unclear….
On the other side, Kelly returned to her studio.
The man, possessed by the malignant spirit, was watching the video she had filmed..
“Not bad at all, quite compelling! But why is there no follow-up? Didn’t you go to the hospital?”
Kelly suddenly felt a twinge of guilt.
She had gone to the hospital, but she was completely fislated on the handsome guy.
She had completely forgotten about filming the subsequent events at the hospital…
Usually, the routine was to capture the dying dog, show the doctor’s bill, and then depict her struggle and hesitation before ultimately digging into her own meal money to save the dog.
The scene concludes with the following text: After saving this dog, I have nothing left, and I’ll have to eat
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instant noodles for the rest of the month… But I am still happy! May the dog find sweetnes and never face any more disasters…
However, she didn’t film anything afterward.
Kelly lowered her head and said, “Boss, that man was too aggressive. I just asked him a question, and he threatened to cut off my hand… That’s why I didn’t dare to film at the hospital.”
She would never admit that she had simply forgotten.,
The man furrowed his brow and said, “It’s okay. You and your assistant can go out again and find another dog that looks similar to this wolfhound.”
“Once it’s dead, don’t rush. Wait until it stiffens, then film yourself crying in frustration, with a mournful expression. Then struggle to dig a hole for the dog…”
“Remember to capture a close-up shot of the stiffened dog, to stimulate the emotions of the audience.”
Only when those spectators felt sadness and compassion would they open the streamer’s homepage. If the live stream was started while the emotions were still hot, it would be easy for people to send gifts and
money,
Kelly nodded, “I understand, boss. I’ll go out and find some material right away.”
The man nodded, “Work hard! Your follower count has been increasing this month. Keep up momentum, and next month you’ll earn a bonus!”
Kelly finished her pancake, feeling a bit better, and happily went out.
the
The hypocrite ghost perched on the man’s head couldn’t break free and escape. By now, it was filled with despair and cursed, “Promising the moon! I told you not to make empty promises!”
With that, it slapped the man across the face.
The man didn’t feel anyone hitting him; he just sensed a cool sensation around his neck and a tingling sensation on his cheek for some unknown reason.
He rubbed his face and took a sip of water before asking, “What about those cats?”
One of the staff members replied, “They’re not doing well at all.”
The man went to the warehouse to see for himself.
In a small room, there were seven or eight cages stacked up.
Each cage held two or three cats, all of them emaciated.
A person was crouching in the room, drawing blood from one of the cats.
But the cat was so weak and skinny that after drawing about fifty milliliters, they couldn’t get any more.
The man frowned, muttering, “Useless creatures, can’t even draw a hundred milliliters.”
As it turned out, besides filming videos, their studio would bring back some cats regularly.
However, they brought them back to sell their blood.
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In veterinary hospitals, there was often a need for blood transfusions in some animals, but the hospital’s blood bank was always running short.
That’s when they would seek out blood donor cats, post on forums, negotiate prices, and then their studio would extract the blood and deliver it.
In the room, over a dozen or so cats lay weakly, their eyes devoid of any sparkle, staring blankly ahead.
Cats could only have their blood drawn once a month, and the amount couldn’t exceed two hundred milliliters.
However, here in this place, they were subjected to blood draws at least three or four times a month, with each draw extracting a minimum of three to four hundred milliliters… until they couldn’t draw anymore.
Due to severe anemia, most of the cats couldn’t even stand up.
But no one cared about them.
Their existence served only as a lifeline for those pampered cats with owners.
Once they couldn’t yield any more blood or after they died, they were discarded like trash, never to be noticed by anyone.
No one would even know that such a dark and hopeless place existed in this world, their hell…
