My name is Liu Zhuangshi. I just graduated from college, and I deliver food for a living.
A few days ago, a car hit me. I cracked my head open, and my electric bike was totaled.
The driver fled.
No cameras, no witnesses. The cops just shrugged and said, "Nothing we can do."
Fine. I accepted it.
Then the next day, I found a dog by the side of the road.
A jet-black dog, so skinny it was practically a sheet of paper.
I gave it half a sausage.
After eating, it spoke like a person:
"The bastard who hit you was driving a white Wuling Hongguang. The license plate ended in 732, and there's a scrape on the front right bumper. He's hiding at an auto repair shop on the east side of town, figuring out how to repaint the car and cover his tracks."
The cigarette in my hand dropped.
"How the hell do you know that?"
"There's mud from underneath his car on your trouser cuff," it said, licking its lips. "One sniff was all it took. I know every last detail about your little problem."
Well, at least something good came out of this.
After getting hit, I gained a special ability.
I can see people's weaknesses.
And I can tell at a glance what this bastard fears most.
It took just one afternoon.
I made the guy who hit me get down on his knees and hand over the money.
Five thousand yuan, every last cent.
Now I only have one question:
What exactly is this dog?
