"Spaniel?" He doesn't like dogs very much, and he is not very familiar with the breed and origin of dogs.

"It's a greyhound." Lao Pu said with a smile: "It is one of the fastest dog breeds." ”

He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Lao Pu Gourd, he closed his lips tightly and didn't plan to answer, he knew that there was a greyhound, but he didn't know what was special.

"In Spain, there is a hunting season every year, during which Spanish hunters buy a large number of greyhounds for hunting competitions, and some even buy seventy or eighty. These greyhounds are smart and strong, they are good hunters, and most importantly, they are cheap to buy in large quantities, and one is only equivalent to a few hundred yuan. Lao Pu didn't care about the silence of the sad years, and said with great interest

"In the hunt, these hounds try their best to run, to bite, to seek honor and benefit for their masters. The hunters boasted of their booty and pretended to be victors. The hunters who lost the competition shouted and cursed their hounds, believing that they had lost by not doing their best. ”

"So we're going to love animals, aren't we?" Hurt Liunian laughed, "Do you want to condemn eating dog meat next?" ”

Lao Pu was not interrupted by the injury, he waited for the other party to finish speaking and then continued to talk to himself

"And the greyhound, though very fast, is also very strong. But at the same time, they are also fragile and vulnerable to injuries in encounters with large prey, but how can vanity hunters be satisfied with those small ones? They bought a large number of hounds to form a large hunting party, and then forced the hounds to fight large animals to give them the opportunity to shoot bullets. Many hounds were injured in the fight, died, and were even hit by stray bullets from hunters. Do you know what hunters do with these hounds who pay a terrible price for their worthless vanity? ”

"It's nothing more than discarding, so what? What do you want to say? "Hurt Liu began to understand the implicit meaning of Lao Pu's words.

"Of course, it's not that simple, if these hunting dogs who were injured on the hunting grounds are lucky, at least they die with honor. Then the end of the hunting season is the beginning of their nightmare. Lao Pu raised his hands and pressed down, signaling not to worry, what he had to say next was the point

"After the hunting season, people compare their trophies to see who has the most and who has the best. Naturally, the winner will be touted and cheered by the crowd. And the loser needs something to wash away the humiliation they have suffered to save face, so killing the hound that has disgraced the owner is a good option. ”

Lao Pu observed the expression of the injured year as he spoke, but to his disappointment, he didn't see any fluctuations on the other party's face, but he was not in a hurry, the longer the hunting process, the sweeter the moment of harvest.

In reality, even those hounds that have earned the honor of their masters will not end up any differently than their companions. Hunters don't keep raising them. More than 200,000 hunters participate in the hunting season every year, and even those who buy less have nearly ten hunting dogs, and as many as dozens of them. Hunters don't spend money on keeping these hounds after the hunting season, and the cost of keeping them until next year is much higher than buying another one. So the wounded hounds were abandoned in the wilderness, while the healthy greyhounds were thrown into wells, hung from trees, tied to railroad tracks, or tortured by hunters by other means, and at least 50,000 hounds were abandoned and killed at the end of the hunting season each year. This is the life of the Spanish Greyhound. Lao Pu ended his story with a high-spirited end note.

Injured Liunian raised his head and stared at Lao Pu seriously, but his face still did not show any fluctuations.

"The greyhound is a docile and intelligent dog breed, and in order to keep them wild, sellers will keep them in dungeons and withhold their food to keep them wild. This way they will be more motivated when hunting, so it seems that the greyhound's childhood is somewhat similar to yours, isn't it? Lao Pu threw out the last resort, and as he expected, his eyes were shaken.

"You know what? In your China, a purebred greyhound can even fetch more than 100,000 yuan, several times more than their native Spain. And they don't have to be tortured and abandoned after being squeezed out of the last trace of value, and they can live their lives peacefully and happily under the care of their owners. It is the environment that changes the fate of greyhounds, and if they only struggle in the reincarnation of the cruel hunting season, they will never escape the cycle of death. And in the country where they really care for them, they can enjoy their own lives, and my dream is to build a world where strangers can walk in the sun with dignity, enjoy the respect of mortals, and sprinkle the light of God on every communication in this world. Lao Pu put his raised hands together and raised them in front of him as if he was holding something

"Are you willing to join us in creating a new era for our Inhumans?"

The expression of the sad year finally changed, from calm to doubt, then to hesitation, and now finally calm again. After thinking for a moment, he spoke slowly

"Can I ask a few questions?"

"Of course, I know everything." Lao Pu withdrew his hands and looked at him with satisfaction

"I'm not very interested in dogs, so I'm not very interested in them. I'm pretty good at math though. You say that there are 200,000 hunters participating in the Spanish hunting season every year, and each person buys at least ten hunting dogs, let's say ten per person. That's 2 million hounds, but you say that only 50,000 are abandoned and killed every year, what about the remaining 1.95 million? Hurt Liunian asked suspiciously, his expression serious not at all like discussing a simple mathematical problem.

Lao Pu's face instantly became gloomy, he didn't expect that he would ask such a question when he opened his mouth.

Ignoring Lao Pu's slowly gloomy face, Hurt Liunian continued to ask

"Also, you said that keeping a hound for the next hunting season is far less expensive than buying another one. It would be strange, in that case, why would the merchants who sell dogs go to raise such dogs? Wouldn't that be worth the cost? At least 2 million hunting dogs are provided to hunters every year, and I remember that the total population of Spain is only 50 million, right? Far from being a superpower like China, can they really sustain such a huge hound's breeding industry? Hear you say this hunting season seems like a tradition? Of the two million dogs a year, 50,000 are killed, and the remaining 1.95 million are adopted? In this way, after twenty years of hard work, wouldn't Spain go up to the old man and down to the baby, and everyone had a greyhound? ”

"Oh, yes. You say that the merchants would keep these dogs in cellars and withhold food to stimulate their wildness. Does that mean that Spain has cellars that can accommodate millions of greyhounds? How to clean and maintain? The amount of manure produced every day is a staggering number, right? And can greyhounds hunt in the wild after half a year? If not, wouldn't the dog traders have to breed nearly 10 million greyhounds at the same time, and oh my God, that's nearly a quarter of Spain's population! That's amazing! If each of them can sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars in China, then I think Spain can generate a decent income just by selling dogs. The more he spoke, the more excited he became, as if he was counting stacks of bills.

"Are you done asking?" Lao Pu interrupted the injured year who was talking energetically, and his lifeless face looked even darker at the moment

"A few more questions, but I think I'll wait until you've answered them." Hurt Liunian's eyes were full of mockery, and he looked at Lao Pu provocatively.

Prometheus had to admit that he was too proud. The process of capturing the wounded years was so smooth that he forgot that this man had suppressed all the Inhumans in S City for a whole decade, and the man in front of him who still looked a little young had a heart that was far more mature than his age. His inferior performance completely became a laughing stock in the eyes of the other party, which should not have been a mistake he would have made.

"Sorry, getting used to it is a really scary thing. I know that you are not one of those ignorant and inferior mortals, but I still subconsciously tell you these stories, which seems that I am a little stupid. Lao Pu sorted out his emotions, and a smile appeared on his smooth face again

"Let's talk about it differently, you're an Inhuman yourself, don't you have even the slightest sympathy for Inhuman?"

"What is there to sympathize with Inhumans." Hurt Liunian sneered without hesitation, "They have become strangers, isn't it too ridiculous to beg for sympathy at this time?" ”

"Isn't there a place for us in this world?" Lao Pu was surprised by the resolute attitude of the injured people, if he didn't know that the other party was not only an alien, but also a high-level alien, he would almost think that he had heard it wrong.

"Isn't Inhuman itself a name for monsters who are not allowed to exist in this world?" Hurt Liunian squeezed out a few sneers from between his teeth.

"However, many Inhumans, like you, did not become Inhumans voluntarily, but were forced. Even if it's just because of an accident or an accident, do they deserve to die? ”

"Since it is an accident and an accident, you should die in accidents and accidents, not become an alien." Hurt Liunian said disdainfully, "You and I are both aliens, don't you know what aliens are in your heart?" Forced to be an alien like me? No kidding, I'm going to be an alien just because I'm a shitty, cowardly, disgusting scumbag. If I had the slightest human conscience, I would have died on that island! ”

"I don't think so, I think that Inhumans are strange people, we have been chosen and inspired by the gods, we have crossed the limits of this world, and we are truly the chosen children of the gods. We should lead the world to new glories. Lao Pu frowned, "You have been brainwashed too badly by the disaster department, and they only instilled these thoughts into you and distorted your thoughts just to make you willingly work for them." ”

"Oh? Is it? Wound Liunian took a few deep breaths slowly, the conversation consumed a lot of his energy, he felt his head dizzy, and his heart thumped with overwhelming weight. He understood that Lao Pu forcibly adjusted his hormones to wake himself up at this time, hoping to take advantage of his weakness to seize the advantage in the verbal confrontation. It's a pity that Lao Pu underestimated him too much, even at this point, the spirit of the injured years is still tenacious

"The brainwashing technique of the Ministry of Disasters is too powerful, they instilled these ideas in me before they destroyed that island, I think you might as well say that the research institute was set up for the Ministry of Disasters, so maybe it would be more credible."

Prometheus understood that today's conversation was a complete failure. But it's not a problem for him, now that the wounded year is completely in his hands, there will be time to slowly transform him in the future. It's better to say that the inability to disrupt his plans is already a very satisfying result for him.

"I am amazed by your sense of honor and loyalty, and indeed live up to your title of 'knight'." Pu decided to end today's conversation, "But the hunters don't seem to trust your loyalty. I think one day you will understand who is truly worthy of your trust and who has no reason to trust you. ”

Leaving these words, Lao Pu's figure disappeared into the faint mist.

"Someone who trusts me?" Wounded Liunian lowered his head and muttered in a low voice

"I've long since lost the qualifications..."