Not to mention the staff who are holding the whole family bucket and rushing to the scientific research station while doubting life. Wang Dali passed through the portal and found that he had actually returned to the United States.

Walking on the streets of this strange city, Wang Dali formed a map in his mind of the location of the person he had just found and the person who was most causally related to Catherine in the world.

On the map, the other party's position has not moved, and he has stayed where he is.

"This is it."

Following the map, Wang Dali came to a pet store. He gently pushed open the wooden glass door in front of him, and then a wind chime rang on the wind chime behind the door.

"Hello, is there anything I can do to help you?"

After seeing Wang Dali, the female owner of the pet shop, who looked to be only in her twenties, looked up and smiled at him.

The other party was wearing a pair of black resin glasses and was reading a pet book in his hand. She has a very good figure, although her breasts are not big, her physique is well-proportioned and small, and in the contrast of that slender waist, the visual effect is excellent, which makes people have to give a thumbs up.

It's best to point with both thumbs together.

When a guest came, the intellectual black-haired beauty put down the book in her hand, walked in front of Wang Dali with a pair of Gauguin shoes that were only three centimeters long.

Because of her work, she didn't wear cosmetics with harsh scents such as perfume, but she had a special smell of pet shampoo.

"Hello, I'm here to find someone."

Nodding to the store manager of this beautiful woman who is quite good-looking, Wang Dali looked around in this pet store that could be seen at a glance, and was suddenly stunned.

"Looking for someone?"

Regarding Wang Dali's statement, the store manager helped his glasses on the bridge of his nose, treating the other party as an ordinary accoster, and the expression on his face naturally faded.

"I'm sorry, I'm the only one working here. If you're meeting up with friends, I think the café across the street is a good sign. ”

"No need."

Shaking his head at the misunderstood store manager, Wang Dali pointed to the pet store with a strange expression, a cage that had not been closed.

"I've found it."

"You're here for Frank?"

Following Wang Dali's pointing, the beauty store manager found the gray-skinned pit bull in the cage at a glance. Facing the other party's innocent brown eyes, the beauty's beautiful, well-trimmed eyebrows suddenly stood up in displeasure.

"Frank! What did you do again! ”

This should have been a questioning statement, but when the store manager said it, it was completely affirmative. It is conceivable that this Citigroup bulldog named Frank must have done a lot of things that made her angry before.

it!

At this time, Frank really felt that he was a cat.

It looked at the store manager with bewildered eyes, and its big eyes were almost dripping. However, because he used this trick too often, it no longer worked in front of this beauty, who was half of his owner.

"I'm so sorry."

glared at Frank fiercely, but then, the beautiful store manager still took care of the matter for him.

"Can you tell me what he did? I'll make amends. ”

"No, actually, I just met it."

Shaking his head at the apologetic pet store manager, Wang Dali turned his head to look at Frank in the cage. The pair of dog eyes glanced at Wang Dali very humanely, and then turned to the side disdainfully.

It's really a dog lying in the nest, and disaster comes from heaven. Don't let Uncle Ben see you again next time, otherwise you will have to pee all over you!

"Come with me, Frank, I have something to ask you."

From the other party's life sense, Wang Dali found that this guy named Frank was not a dog, or rather, it was not an ordinary Citigroup bulldog.

He crouched down and reached into the cage with his back to the other in the exclamation of the beauty manager, wanting to touch Frank's dog's head. Frank's eyes were slight, and he was about to open his mouth to give Wang Dali a deep lesson, but suddenly trembled, and suddenly had a very bad premonition.

If he bites this bite, something terrible will happen.

It suddenly raised its head, looked at Wang Dali deeply, and then pushed the cage away.

"Wang!"

He called out to the manager of the pet store who kindly took him in, and Frank followed Wang Dali and left. What happened next could be dangerous, and it didn't want to involve the good Samaritan who had taken it in.

……

"Who are you?"

Following Wang Dali into an alley, Frank said with a gloomy face. And Wang Dali didn't feel surprised that the dog was actually speaking in English.

"Me? Aliens, of course, like you. ”

Although his memory is a little vague, Wang Dali still has a little impression of the talkative and coquettish cheap dog in the plot of the "Men in Black" movie.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here just for some things I want to ask you."

Wang Dali handed Frank a steaming hot dog that he had just bought on the street, leaning against the wall and eating his share, as he asked.

"The name Catherine, I don't know if you have any impressions.?"

Sniffing the hot dog given by the king, in the spirit of being a full dead ghost is better than being a starving ghost, Frank swallowed more than half a stick in one bite, and replied inarticulately.

"Catherine? I seem to be a little impressed. ”

Finding that Wang Dali didn't seem to be looking for trouble for himself, Frank was a little bit more embarrassed. He stared at the rest of the hot dogs in Wang Dali's hand and licked his mouth.

"If I had a few more hot dogs, I think I might remember it a little better."

Swish!

As soon as it finished speaking, a steaming hot dog flew in front of it. But what made his dog tremble was that the hot dog was not laid flat, but diagonally, and at least half of it was inserted into the solid concrete pavement in front of him.

"Do you need more hot dogs? Not enough, huh? ”

"No, no, no, no, I'm already full!"

Seeing Wang vigorously shake the few hot dogs that were still left in his hand, Frank shook his head frantically. It's true that he likes to eat hot dogs, but he doesn't want to be made into hot dogs by others!

For the sake of his own life, Frank forced himself to burp, which made Wang vigorously put down the 'murder weapon' in his hand.

After figuring out the number of ways that this dog eats hard and does not eat soft. Wang vigorously stretched out his index finger, like a child playing a game, and poked the ground under his feet again and again, causing the appearance of small round holes one after another.

Looking at the murderous sight, Frank swallowed with a grunt.