Build an intelligence network at the feet of mankind
I am a border collie named Lightning who has been resold five times.
Human kindness is always short-lived. When the fifth owner dumped me next to the garbage dump on a rainy day, I remembered the license plate number of the car.
Drawing city maps based on my sense of smell, I established an intelligence network on stray dogs: Lame Lao Huang knew which restaurants would throw out meaty bones, and One-eyed Ah Hei remembered the smell of all couriers.
When serial poisoning cases occur in the community, the human police are helpless.
We smelled the unique smell of rat poison on the poison bait and tracked it all the way to the backyard of the old man living alone.
The "murderer" turned out to be. . .
The TV news gave credit to the police, but my photo was posted on the "Dangerous Stray Dogs" bulletin board.
Until a familiar figure stopped in front of the announcement - it was the first master who abandoned me.
She stroked the photo with trembling fingers: "Lightning... Are you still alive?"
