Zuo Lan and his assistant were at Fei Fanghong's house at noon on May 5, and when they returned, it was already the evening of May 5, and they didn't have time to have dinner, so the two of them hurried back to S City.

Although the general situation was reported on the phone, Zuo Lan was still not at ease, and now the only clue is Fei Fanghong's ex-wife Song Weiyi, whether this person is still alive, Zuo Lan hopes to be confirmed as soon as possible.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, Zuo Lan felt that she had no appetite at all, she just looked out the window all the way, and the bread handed over by the assistant kept on her knees and didn't move.

The highway in the evening was particularly crowded, and the assistant focused all his attention on driving the car, and he couldn't be distracted to talk to Zuo Lan, and the two of them were speechless all the way, until they arrived at the urban highway of S City, and they were attracted by a sudden situation.

In the middle of the three-way intersection in front of him, a large group of people gathered there bustling, as if there had been a car accident, and two traffic policemen wearing hats could be faintly seen on the top of the crowd.

The assistant parked the car firmly on the side of the road and asked Zuo Lan, "Do you want to go over and have a look?" ”

"The traffic police have arrived," Zuo Lan pointed out of the car window and said, "I think we should hurry back to the bureau first, the investigation of the case is urgent." Zuo Lan was still thinking about Song Weiyi's information wholeheartedly.

"Hmm... Or I'll take a look and come back to see if the situation is serious and if I need help. ”

The assistant responded to Zuo Lan while getting out of the car, because from their point of view, they couldn't see what was going on in the middle of the road surrounded by crowds.

Zuo Lan nodded in agreement, so the assistant trotted all the way to the crowd in front of him, the crowd was just in the middle of the three-way intersection and a little bit of the traffic police booth, and it was still noisy, I don't know what to say.

Zuo Lan had been watching the direction in which the assistant had run, and after a while, he saw that the assistant who had just squeezed into the crowd came back again, followed by a traffic policeman who was a little taller than him, and the assistant was holding a white thing in his hand, which looked bloody and seemed to be seriously injured.

The two of them quickly ran back to the front of the car, Zuo Lan had already gotten out of the car at this time, and after approaching, she could see clearly at a glance that the assistant was holding a white puppy.

"What's wrong with this dirt dog? What happened? Zuo Lan asked suspiciously.

"It was seriously injured, not because of a car accident, it seems to have been caused by abuse, the traffic police want to send it to the pet hospital, but this little guy has been staying in the traffic police box and refuses to go, the traffic police came out to maintain traffic, he also followed and lay in the middle of the road, how to drive or hold it is not willing to leave."

The assistant's words made Zuo Lan very curious, she reached out to take the puppy, checked the injury, and immediately felt a burst of pain.

The puppy was almost pierced through the stomach with a knife, and there were also smash marks on the head, and there were wounds on the back of the neck and back, which seemed to have been scratched while struggling, and the blood completely stuck the hair on its lower abdomen.

Moreover, it looked like it had been like this for days, and there was no one to take care of it, and it was all dirty.

"How could anyone be so cruel?" Zuo Lan, who used to be a police dog handler, couldn't help moistening her eyes, and she said to the traffic police: "Why don't you forcibly send it to the pet hospital?" ”

"We also tried to forcibly send it there, and even called the nearby pet doctor to come over, but as soon as it arrived at the hospital, it went crazy and didn't cooperate with any treatment at all, once the doctor let it go, it came back to us, and the doctor treated it here, and it didn't want to, just barked at us."

"You say, could this puppy have something to tell the police?" The assistant asked.

"Possibly, the dog is a very psychic animal, maybe something happened to its owner, or else, let's take it back to the police." Zuo Lan proposed.

Her words made the assistant and the traffic police comrade look at each other, and the assistant said: "However, there is no way to treat it in the police station." ”

"You forgot that I used to bring a police dog, and I know how to treat injuries to dogs, and it's not a way to consume it like this, after we take it back, we can investigate its owner by the way, can't we know what happened?"

"Oh, by the way," Zuo Lan turned to the traffic police and said, "Is the doctor you called still there?" ”

"It's still there, and he doesn't want to leave this puppy here like this."

"Okay, can you please help me get some gauze and anti-inflammatory drugs or something, I can make a temporary bandage for it."

"Okay, I'll go." The traffic police immediately turned around and ran in the direction of the sentry box, at this time the crowd gathered in the middle of the road had gradually dispersed, and many people were looking at Zuo Lan and them.

After the traffic police arrived at the sentry box, a young man came out of it, about the same height as the traffic police, should be a pet doctor, without exchanging a few words, he took out two boxes and a few vials of medicine from the satchel he carried, and then took out a pen and wrote something on the box, and handed it to the traffic police after writing.

After a while, the traffic police returned to Zuo Lan with the medicine, took the things in his hand, Zuo Lan took a closer look, and the doctor carefully wrote down the method of use and the number of times used every day on the medicine box, and it also came with a business card.

Zuo Lan said: "I know, you just let the doctor go back with peace of mind, I will go to the hospital to pay for the medicine in a few days, thank you." ”

"Okay, then you guys be careful all the way, I'll go first."

Watching the traffic police return to their jobs, Zuo Lan sat back in the car with the puppy and his assistant. As soon as he sat down, Zuo Lan began to treat the puppy's wounds, because Zuo Lan was there to investigate the case, so both of them were wearing police uniforms.

The puppy seemed to be barely supporting its consciousness, a pair of eyes full of feces and stolen goods struggled to open, looking at the two people in the car, it didn't move when Zuo Lan was healing it, very well-behaved.

"Maybe you're right, I think he has something to tell me, you see how good she is in your arms." The assistant said as he started the car.

"This collar on its neck seems to have pressed against the wound, and I have to find a way to remove it."

Zuo Lan parted the dirty and clumpy hair on the puppy's neck with her hand, carefully looking for the live mouth of the collar, and just when her hand touched the back of the puppy's neck, it suddenly stopped, and a hard thing fell into Zuo Lan's palm.

"What is this?" When Zuo Lan spread out his palm, the assistant asked.

"It's like a photo, how can it be folded so small?"

Zuo Lan did have a photo in his hand, which was folded into a very small piece and stuffed behind the puppy's collar, and he didn't care about untying the collar for the puppy, Zuo Lan immediately spread out the photo that was about to break.

But there is no useful information on the photo, it is just a photo of the work of the community police, which is the kind of photo posted at the entrance of the general residential building.

Just when Zuo Lan was puzzled, the crumpled photo was blown by the wind and folded from the reverse side, at this time, Zuo Lan saw clearly that there were some blurry words written on the back of the photo, but he was confused by blood, and he couldn't see what was written clearly.

"Go back and take a look at the notes department, maybe they have a way to recover or see clearly." The assistant glanced at it and said that the road conditions are much better than on the highway just now, and they are not so congested.

Zuo Lan agreed, put the photo in his pocket, and continued to treat the puppy's wounds.

The car sped away with two policemen all the way to the suburban police station. [.]