"So, you haven't encountered anything weird?"

“…”

“Have you encountered any abnormal situation?”

"It's an abnormal situation... so... hhh"

"I can't say this either. I think something is wrong. It's not me, it's the Xiao Li. Xiao Li's mother died in a few months. I didn't go to the memorial service. They went back to their hometown to get it. He came back to the memorial service and asked me if it was a purpose for selling the house to him. I really didn't understand it at the time. I thought he was in a bad mind. When the dog died, he blamed me. He seemed to blame me for his mother's death. I almost started fighting with him. Later, he drank a drink together, and he cried so hard that he burst into tears and snot... I heard him say something vaguely..."

"Can you tell us?"

"It's just a haunted dog. The dog died. The one who died in their house was a pug. It was a pet. It was not a dog like the countryside, but also guarded the house and caught thieves. It was a dog that was raised to play. His parents were dying. They used to raise it themselves, so they kept it as their own son, eating meat, eating good food, and all kinds of good things, and kissing and hugging. He and his wife helped take care of it for a while. He said that the dog was spoiled. They were not at home during the day, and they were not like his parents. Every day, they were all very good.

With him, the dog kept barking, which made the neighbors call the police. Once he was called back by the police when he was at work. I also heard from other colleagues that he was a store manager himself, very free, and it was nothing to be late and leave early. The first time I heard about this, I didn't think much about it. Later, his pug was killed and said it was very special...it was blood everywhere. I didn't think much about it. It was involved in my head, and I also thought he was in a bad mind. He drank too much that day, so he told me..."

"What did he say?"

"I don't know if it's true or false... He said, that pug... at home... there seemed to be other things at home... He couldn't explain it clearly. He said there was something in the house and asked me if it was because of this that he sold the house and killed him. I was really wronged. But when I heard what he said, I was panicked. He said that the place where the dog died was wiped and washed, and he could still see blood. He said that at night, he heard the sound of dogs running around on the floor at home. In my countryside, there were some stories in our hometown. They said that the dog was covered by ghosts. They also said that the dog was dead and had not been dealt with, and they came to the house to make trouble. I couldn't help but think more... I also slapped him a few words...he..."

"How did he answer?"

"He couldn't explain clearly... but what he said... I asked him if there were claw marks on the floor at home, whether the sofa, cabinets were broken, and whether the shoes were broken... He was so drunk that he thought for a long time, and told me that there was. Then he said. He said that the pug was very obedient at his parents' home and did not make trouble at all. He said that the dog hadn't discovered it before he died. Recently, he discovered that some things at home were broken by the dog and the wires were bitten... This matter... It turned out that the dog in our family... it had this bad habit... it often... it was like that..."

“…”

"The more I listened, the more I felt wrong, and the more I felt scared. I really didn't dare to ask. Xiao Li continued to say. He said that his mother was scared to death. She was scared to death with no brains. Didn't the funeral home put on makeup before cremation? People didn't dare to take action. His father almost got scared of heart attack. He also said that something was targeting their house. The dog followed them. The more he spoke, the more mysterious it became. I was sweating in cold sweat."

"Are there any details?"

“…”

"You mentioned just now that there are some statements about dogs in your hometown. Can you tell us?"

"I don't know...I mean, that's the stories."

"Our magazine publishes this aspect."

"Hey... the story... I heard of one when I was a child. When I was a child, I had a native dog at home, the yellow one, quite small one. It was tied to the yard. It was nothing. Later, I died of old age. When I was born, it had it. When I was a child, I didn't understand it, and it didn't get angry. It ran away with its tail and tied up a rope, but it couldn't run away. My grandparents and my parents liked to watch me play like this. Sometimes when I fell, they laughed. When I got older, they always talked about this kind of thing."

"Um."

"When it died, it should be when I was in elementary school, six or seven years old, I forgot. I bit off the rope and ran away by myself. When I went home from school, I saw the rope break. I cried for a long time and wanted to find it. My grandfather said that this was an old dog that was about to die. If he didn't die at home, he ran out to find a place to die. If he found it, it would be unlucky to die at home. I didn't believe it, and I didn't listen. I ran out to find it myself. Later, I was caught and hit it a few times. My grandfather told me that such a good dog would not die at home. In the past, there was a family in my hometown who also had dogs at home and did not give food. It was not intentional, it was just too poor. Their family couldn't eat well and even stole things. Someone came to look for it.

They let the dog go. The dog was so hungry that it was skinny and boneless, and it was useless. After being beaten, the family was so angry that they beat him again. Later, they saw that the dog was about to die, so they dragged the dog out and threw it away. Unexpectedly, that night, the dog crawled back by itself. The dog died in the house. They only found out during the day that they slaughtered the dog and stewed it. Later, every day, they could hear the barking of the dog. It was not the barking of the dog when he was hungry, but the sound of the dog full of energy. The dog could not find it. After searching, a child in their family pointed to his stomach and said that the dog was in his stomach. Everyone heard that the barking of the dog came from the child's belly."

"Um."

"They were so scared. The child was a woman. At that time, it was much more serious than now. They arrested the little girl and cut her belly open. The dog meat she ate several days ago has not been digested yet. Their family didn't feel hungry after that. They just heard the barking of dogs. Everyone had it in their stomachs. Several people were crazy, cut their belly open, swallowed pesticides and vomited themselves, and did all kinds of ways. The family was tortured to death."

"This story sounds like a strange thing happened because their family ate dog meat."

"If this dog hadn't died at their home, how could they have eaten it if they were hungry? Someone said that it would be abnormal for their home to eat dog meat. The dog died at their home and this matter began."

"Well. Is this just a ghost story?"

"I remember clearly, just this one... the others are almost the same. They all died at home and caused trouble. We killed the dogs and ran away to kill them."

“Does this custom have a source?”

"Ah? No... I just do it. Who knows what the source is..."

"Do you know anything else about Mr. Li and the dog you used to raise?"

"Uh, it's gone...you...can't you log out of this matter?"

"Not that. It's just that the information you gave needs to be sorted out. We may need to contact Mr. Li. If you need it, we will also go to your hometown to take a look."

"You guys are quite formal."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Okay. Please contact those, and if you want me to help, just say it. If you want to publish this, can I name it, right?"

"Of course. We will belong to your name if you want."

"Yeah. Actually, I actually think this story is quite interesting. This is much more interesting than those horror novels nowadays, right?"

"Um."

"Does your magazine have a publishing house?"

“Do you want to write your own contribution?”

"This... I actually contributed articles in elementary school, published them, and received more than fifty yuan in royalties."

"That's quite amazing. But unfortunately, our magazine does not have a department to publish books. If you have the intention to do this, you can consult other publishers."

"Oh, oh... OK."

"I'm sorry to you today."
Chapter completed!