[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

Will stands outside the glass door of a stray animal shelter with a dirty stray dog ​​in his arms - no, it shouldn't be called a stray now, Will will adopt it, he always does .

It was raining heavily behind him, and the night was pitch black. The cold wind blew the soaked old newspapers abandoned on the ground into the air, and the rotten newspapers flew helplessly. The eaves were very narrow, and the clothes on Will's back were almost drenched by the annoying rain.

He held this big dog with both hands. Will guessed that it might have the blood of a shepherd dog. It was thin due to hunger and wandering, but its limbs were slender. It required an adult male like Will to stretch out his hands to hold it. He couldn't use it. Pushing the door with his hands, he could only turn his body a little bit to expose his left shoulder to the rain, and then use his right shoulder to push against the glass door. This action was only halfway through, when a girl inside the door trotted over to help him open the door.

"Please come in, sir." Mary said apologetically, looking at Will who was drenched all over.

Will just glanced at her, a young girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, a volunteer, and turned his eyes back to the hand holding the big dog.

"I'm a volunteer here, you can call me Mary," Mary tapped the hang tag on her chest with her fingers without nail polish, "Do you want to hand over this stray dog ​​to the shelter?"

Will shook his head, and tightened his hands a little, which was a little strange. The big dog in his arms was restless along the way, trying to break free several times, and almost succeeded. When Will walked into this stray animal shelter, it instead It gradually calmed down. Many dogs don't like the smell of shelters or pet hospitals, just like people don't like the smell of disinfectant in hospitals. It makes people feel panic.

"I... I picked it up on the side of the road, and it had a cut on its left front leg, and I couldn't do anything about it." Will didn't look at Mary, he knew it was very rude in social etiquette, he just couldn't do it.

"Don't worry, it's lucky. Dr. Mu is on duty tonight, and he will cure it." Mary breathed a sigh of relief, led Will to the empty consultation desk, and opened the registration book, "I'm glad to hear You didn't say you wanted to keep it here. I have to say that this big guy is really ugly. Even with a pair of big watery eyes, it's not very flattering. It's hard for someone else to adopt it. Every once in a while We all have to euthanize unwanted animals, how cruel," she said to herself, "by the way, does it have a name?"

"Spot."

"Spot?" Mary looked at the dog again. "Does it have spots?"

"No, he did not."

Mary didn't understand Will's logic, so she curled her lips and said nothing.Will hugged Spot, and the mud splashes on its long fur had been wiped off by Will's lukewarm palm.

"Okay, I'll call Dr. Mu, wait a minute."

Mary followed Dr. Mu she mentioned and returned quickly. Will was holding Spot and stood there silently. He vaguely heard the conversation between Dr. Mu and Mary, "Are you sure your parents have come to pick you up? "

"Of course, their lights are on."

"Then go home quickly, it's late, pay attention to safety."

Mary opened an umbrella under the eaves, and ran towards her parents, and Muke also walked towards Will, "Mary told me about Spot's situation, and it was cut, right? Mr..."

"Graham."

"Okay, Mr. Graham, do you mind if I take it to the medical room for a check?" Muke stared at Will's curly hair that was wet from the rain and stuck to his forehead. He was taller than Will. , and the latter happened to lower his head, and Muke could see Will's gray-blue-green eyes that were half covered.

Will, who was soaked wet, looked extremely embarrassed. His old or somewhat old-fashioned coat was rubbed with mud by Spot, and the broken hair on the nape of his neck was still dripping downwards. The whole person looked like a pitiful bird. And quiet dogs, no, no, most common dogs have a pair of dark brown pupils, huskies are dark blue, and gray-green eyes can only be seen in cats.

Muke shouldn't have paid attention to the appearance of a strange man, but Will attracted his attention. He saw Will's unique soul, with a golden light, but he couldn't ignore a thick black mist, like Will's soul is clearly wrapped around Will's soul like silk threads.

This may be one of the reasons why Will also attracted this stray dog ​​with half a human soul. The abnormality of the soul can easily lead people into the world of ghosts and ghosts, and this Mr. Graham seems to be in it I don't know it.

Mu Ke kind of wanted to know his full name.

"Where?" Will asked.

"Give it to me," Mu Ke stretched out his hand, hugging Spot, who seemed quiet but was actually stiffened by the instinctive fear brought about by the suppression of power, "If the wound is too deep, it may need to be stitched up. It's going to take a while. If you're not in a hurry, take a seat in the waiting room, there's hot coffee and juice, and do you need a blanket? The October rain is starting to chill."

"Thank you, I see." Will still remembered the basic rules of interacting with others, and he couldn't help raising his head to look at this Dr. Mu. He has an Asian face, but no matter what kind of aesthetics he looks at, he Both were handsome, and their surname was Moo, and Will let the monosyllable replay in his head, thinking Dr. Moo might be Chinese, but he didn't know what the Chinese characters for the surname looked like.

"Are you determined to adopt this dog?" Mu Ke asked again.

"Yes." Will froze for a moment before beginning to nod, "Is there any problem?"

This will make my work more troublesome, Mu Ke looked normal, "If you want to adopt a stray dog, you need to give it several vaccinations."

Mu Ke walked in with the dog in his arms.Seeing that Will's eyes were still following the large dog in his arms, he repeated, "Go to the lounge and wait for a while, it will take four to ten minutes to an hour."

Mu Ke hugged the dog, turned his back to Will and walked towards the operating room.He heard the sound of footsteps moving behind him, and also felt the eyes watching him.

He closed the frosted glass door of the operating room with his backhand. From the outside of the corridor, he could only see the blurred images of people printed on the glass door as a dark cloud. Mu Ke put Spot on the small-sized operating table designed for pet dogs.Much of the mud stuck to the big dog's fur was left on Will's shirt, and another part was stained in patches on Muke's white coat, and the wound on his left front leg overflowed. Oxidized and blackened blood stains stuck to Mu Ke's hands.

When Spot was hugged by Mu Ke, he didn't even dare to shake, but now he finally escaped the force that frightened him.He put one intact paw on the smooth steel operating table, and kept rubbing towards the corner far away from Mu Ke.

The white-toothed paws of a stray dog ​​had not been trimmed, leaving a harsh sound on the metal surface.Spot looked at Muke's black eyes and couldn't help speeding up his paws. He had already retreated to the edge of the operating table, but he still didn't stop.

Mu Ke walked over with a blank face, caught the dog with his left hand when Spot fell off the operating table, and swept the fingers of his right hand casually.There was no strange light, nor any strange hand gestures. It was just that after a gust of cool wind, the incomplete soul that did not belong to this body was pulled out from the body of the dog named Spot.

With a turn of Mu Ke's hand, the gray, gas-like floating soul sank into the small jade gourd tied by a red silk rope on his wrist.

This is Mu Ke's assigned job.Being a veterinarian is just a convenient choice. Cats, dogs, birds, and animals that are close to humans are always easy to be targeted by some damaged souls that have lost their bodies, or these animals have lost their souls accidentally part of it.

He is a staff member of the underworld—this refers to the underworld of China, and the demons in the western hell have never had the good intentions to take care of such boring things.But the King of Hades or any other management team has never made any demands on his work performance.So he just sits in this stray animal shelter, and when there's a job coming in, he takes care of it, and when it doesn't, he does some normal stuff that really belongs to a veterinarian.

If you have to trace the origin of this job, you have to go back about a hundred years. At that time, a large number of Chinese laborers came to this land that had never set foot in the mainland. It's one thing to be able to send many ghost messengers over to manually seduce the soul.On the other hand, the problem is that the souls under the jurisdiction of the underworld are entangled with the local ghosts or special forces. In view of the problems of jurisdiction and power system, the King of Hades asked Mu Ke to come over.

At first, it only dealt with the problem of souls belonging to the underworld, but later the US government hoped to expand the scope of business due to various reasons.And the underworld also hopes that Mu Ke will stay in the American continent.

Mu Ke himself did not express any attitude towards this proposal, and he calmly browsed through one of the regulations on the transnational and trans-system handling methods of supernatural events signed by the U.S. government.

Simply put, Muke's job is to deal with the damaged souls that still have bodies.Three souls and seven souls are common in China, but there is no such saying among the supernatural power holders in the United States. It is a bit strange to say that the human beings on this earth were created by different gods, but they ultimately belong to the same god. Species, yet create differences in supernatural forces and souls due to different life forces.

Give it to the monks in the east. In their cognition, the soul is divided into three souls and seven souls, so all souls, regardless of race or gender, are three souls and seven souls to them.However, if it is seen by the devil, the soul is just a soul, and a damaged soul is a whole piece of soul missing a small piece, but it slightly affects the taste.

It is precisely because of this that Western power holders cannot tell whether a soul is missing a small mouth, or has lost any of the three souls and seven souls.A small gap can be made up with strength, but the loss of any one of the three souls and seven souls cannot be made up.This kind of soul damage will bring about various consequences, such as stupidity, paralysis, madness, falling into darkness, becoming a mind-distorted demon...or just disappearing into thin air.

But Western supernatural power holders can't distinguish the three souls and seven souls, let alone separate the mixed souls.They would just rip it off a person like a piece of flesh—a means of bringing more chaos and damage—at least that’s how the Underworld fooled those in the White House.

Mu Ke accepted this job which was easy for him.

As for the dog Spot, it was not lucky. A foreign soul invaded it, and at the same time, a part of its own soul was missing.

The author has something to say: I'm starting a new article, I love you all, I'm nervous.

It was a little slow in the early stage, and there were still original cases interspersed.

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