The staff looked at the parrot with a hint of surprise in their eyes. The dog, on the other hand, looked silly and worthless.

But this parrot was quite clever, with shiny feathers and bright eyes.

What was even more valuable was its intelligence.

A parrot that could engage in simple conversations could cost tens of thousands of dollars.

It's not something that others can easily train!

As the staff thought about this, they handed the dog leash to Susie.

Susie led the stray dog outside, turning her head to look back at it from time to time.

It was cautious, and if anyone passed by, it would immediately hide to the side and let others go first before continuing on its way.

Susie felt a little sorry for it and stopped to hug its neck, saying, "It's okay, you don't have to be afraid anymore. Follow Daddy and be bold!"

Kellen questioned.

Susie hugged the dog and whispered to it, comforting it.

In the adult world, it seems that everything has a price.

How much a house costs per square meter, how ordinary neighborhoods can't compare to school districts.

How much a car costs, how you can't hold your head up in front of a car that costs two hundred thousand if you only drive one that costs one hundred thousand.

How much is the dowry for a wife, whether it's worth it or not, whether a husband has a house and a car, whether it's a loss or not... Even life is priced- a purebred dog can cost thousands or tens of thousands of dollars, while a mixed breed is only worth a hundred...

But in a child's eyes, there isn't all this complexity.

Kellen looked at Susie, and his heart grew even more calm and soft.

After the big wolf dog was treated and out of danger, it still needed to stay in the hospital for a while.

After Kellen filled out the necessary information, he took Susie and Megan home.

Mrs. Alana was waiting in front of the house. When she saw them bringing a dog back, Kellen was also carrying...a body bag???

Mrs. Alana was stunned, her heart racing, and she was at a loss for words!

"Kellen...! What did you take Susie to do again??" Carrying a body bag back...

Did they go to see an autopsy, solve a case? Or did they carry out a mission and retrieve the target on the way back??

Is this a place where children can go!

Mrs. Alana's eyes narrowed as she stared at Kellen, Susie, and Megan, who were approaching from afar.

Susie quickly said, "Grandma Chloe, we went to..."

Mrs. Alana interrupted her, "Don't say anything!"

Kellen cleared his throat and lifted the body bag, "Grandma, this is..."

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Alana ignored him and told him not to speak, then looked at Megan, "Megan, you speak!"

Megan hesitated. Would she help explain for Susie?

Megan said, "... There's a dog in the body bag, we found it on the road."

Mrs. Alana suddenly realized and looked at the dog Susie was leading.

"Oh, I see... But you can't eat a dog that's been dead for too long. Why did you bring it back?"

The stray dog led by Susie suddenly widened its eyes.

Susie quickly covered the dog's eyes, then realized it was wrong and covered its ears as well.

Alex burst in with a shout, "It's too brutal!"

Melina squatted on the second-floor corridor, poking her head out and staring at the new member outside the door.

She wagged her tail, not knowing what she wanted to do...

**

On the other side, Pinky returned to the studio.

The man possessed by the evil ghost was watching the video she had taken.

"Not bad, very infectious! But why is there no follow-up? Didn't you go to the hospital?"

Pinky suddenly felt a bit guilty.

She went to the hospital and was completely focused on the handsome guy.

She completely forgot to film the follow-up at the hospital...

Usually, the routine was to film a dying dog, the bill given by the doctor, and then after her struggle and hesitation, she would finally take out her money for the month to save the dog.

The last shot would be paired with the text, "After saving this dog, I have nothing left and will have to eat instant noodles for the rest of the month... But I'm still very happy! I hope the dog will have a better life and won't experience any more disasters in the future..."

But she didn't film anything else after that.

Pinky lowered her head and said, "Boss, that man was too aggressive. I just asked him a question and he said he would chop off my hand... So, I didn't dare to film at the hospital."

She would never admit that she forgot...

The man frowned and said, "It's okay. You and your assistant can go out again and find a dog that looks similar to this wolf dog."

"Don't rush to kill it. Wait until it stiffens, then film yourself crying in helplessness and sadness, and then laboriously dig a hole for the dog..."

"Remember to give a close-up of the stiff dog, stimulating the emotions of the audience."

Only those spectators who feel sad and sympathetic will open the anchor's homepage, and if they start another live broadcast while the attention is high, it is easy for someone to send gifts or money.

Pinky nodded, "I understand, boss. I'll go out and find some materials."

The man nodded, "Good job! You've gained a lot of followers this month. Keep up the momentum, and you'll definitely get a bonus next month!"

Pinky ate a big pancake and felt a little better. She happily went out.

The hypocrite who was lying on the man's head couldn't break free and run away. At this moment, he had already given up hope and cursed loudly, "You're just making empty promises!"

He slapped the man.

The man didn't feel anyone hitting him, but he felt a cool sensation on his neck collar and his cheeks were a bit numb for some reason.

He rubbed his face and asked while drinking water, "What about those cats?"

One of the staff members said, "They are not doing well."

The man went to the warehouse to check for himself.

In a small room, there were seven or eight cages stacked on top of each other.

Each cage contained two or three cats, each one thin and bony.

There was also a person squatting in the room, drawing blood from a cat.

But the cat was too weak and thin. They could only draw about fifty milliliters of blood before they couldn't get any more.

The man frowned and said, "Useless. You can't even get one hundred milliliters."

It turned out that besides filming videos, their studio would also bring back some cats for selling their blood.

In pet hospitals, there are often some pets that need blood transfusions, but the hospital's blood bank is always in short supply.

At this time, they would seek cats willing to donate blood, post on forums, negotiate prices, and then their studio would draw blood and send it over.

In the room, a dozen or so cats lay weakly on the ground, their eyes dull and staring straight ahead, with empty gazes.

A cat can only donate blood once a month, and no more than two hundred milliliters at a time.

But here, they are drawn three or four times a month, with a minimum of three or four hundred milliliters each time...until they can't draw any more.

Most of the cats are so severely anemic that they can't even stand up.

But nobody cares about them.

Their existence is only for the sake of those cats with owners who need transfusions.

When they can't donate blood anymore or die, they are thrown away like garbage and nobody will ever pay attention to them.

No one even knows that there is such a dark place in the world, where it is their hell...