Holding the warm water in his hand, the man couldn't help but be stunned, as if he didn't expect that there would really be a pair of hands as soft as cotton as the book said, and he didn't even dare to use half of his strength, for fear of hurting the person in front of him.

didn't notice the man's apprehension at the moment, and Qingyin looked at the dog in front of him with a complicated face, and paused, "It's not impossible if you want to stay, but you have to find a familiar way to do synthetic surgery, and you also know that this kind of surgery has a long schedule, if you want to synthesize arms or feet, you have to let the doctor first customize the design of the parts that suit you, and the delay during this period will be longer." Why don't you write down your name, ID, blood type, and the place you want to fuse, and I'll go back and ask for you. ”

As he spoke, Qingyin turned to the side of the coffee table, picked up the pen and paper and handed it to the person on the sofa condescendingly, although his face was soft, but there was always a touch of coldness in his eyes.

Unidentified dogs in the ghetto....

Although she did pity him, she was still more inclined to kill than her own safety.

She wasn't sure if the person in front of her had really never been exposed to human information, but if anything, she would have died without a place to bury.

The best way is to kill the dog in front of you.

And the only compensation she can do is to find his family to compensate and take care of him after his death.

Seeing that the dog took the pen and paper with a well-behaved face, lowered his head and fiddled with the pen in his hand, the light voice of the hand unconsciously began to stroke the hollow ring between his fingers, wanting to pull out the silver wire in the ring and prepare to strangle the person on the sofa.

"I... I can't write...," the man on the couch looked up at the woman, his furry face full of animal fur and uneasiness.

"Huh?" The woman couldn't help but be stunned when she heard this, and even the hand that was stroking her ring suddenly froze.

After a pause, the woman heard her own voice, ".... What the? ”

"I... I can't write...."The man on the sofa looked embarrassed, ".... I didn't go to school. ”

Whisper: "......"

His gaze fell on the strange posture of the man holding the pen, and he was quiet for a long time, and then his eyes moved slightly, "What about the name?" You should have a name, right? Will it be written? ”

Forget it, this slum is not big, although it is a little difficult to find someone with a single name, it should still be difficult for her to spend a little effort.

"I...."The human beast on the sofa flashed a hint of calculation, and then blinked honestly, "... I don't have a name. ”

Whisper: "??? ”

The dog continued to look harmlessly, with an unguarded face, "Grandpa hasn't read a book and doesn't know how to choose a name, so he only gave me a nickname, calling me Ah Ye." ”

"Ah Ye?" , a full name is enough for her to find for a long time, after all, the dog has provoked a bunch of people, and she can't shout all over the street to find people, she can only look for people secretly, plus she has limited time, this has already increased the difficulty, not to mention that it is only a nickname now??

Whisper: "....."

"You still have a grandfather?" The killing intent in Qingyin's heart faded a little more.

During this time, she saw many lonely and helpless elderly people starving to death on the streets in the slums, or they were seriously ill and couldn't even walk, and they were still sleeping in the aisles on cold nights.

There was nothing she could do with them but to sneak some food as she walked past them.

She still has a task to do, and she can't be too caught up in the outside world.

What's more, there was already a shortage of food in the slums, and her act of leaving food behind was already out of line, and she couldn't do much more.

And now ....

The dog in front of her actually has a grandfather, if she kills the dog, isn't there another old man who is lonely and starving to death on the street....

The light sound of the eyebrows couldn't help but twist.