The sound was so faint it was almost imperceptible, as if it were muffled by something, giving it a strangely unusual quality.
The room seemed to have no windows, only a single door for entry and exit. The room was somewhat dark. Wan'er stood in the doorway, habitually reaching out to the doorframe and pressing her finger on it. With a "click!", the light switch turned on.
The lighting was dim, but at least it was still visible.
The room wasn't big, only about ten square meters. At least half of it was piled with clutter, dirty and messy. Upon closer listening, the "whooshing!" sound disappeared.
"Who, who is inside?" For some reason, Wan'er had a strange feeling that there was a sentient being inside, and that the voice she had just heard was intentionally made by it.
Sure enough, when Wan'er finished speaking and listened carefully again, the voice appeared again.
"Whoosh!" The sound was faint and somewhat eerie, but it was still weak and small, and had a strange and unsettling quality.
If Wan'er hadn't possessed spiritual power, this voice would have been completely undetectable.
What could be behind this thick layer of clutter? A dog, a cat, or something else entirely?
But whatever it is, it's still a life, and since we've seen it, we have to do something about it.
Cherish life, we cannot stand by and watch someone die. Wan'er gritted her teeth, rolled up her sleeves, and saw a pair of fairly clean white gloves in the corner by the wall.
He hurriedly picked up the gloves and put them on, then slightly activated his spiritual power and began to bend down, quickly picking up the long and short wooden sticks and scrap metal in front of him one by one, and throwing them into another empty room behind him.
With the help of spiritual power, Wan'er moved quickly, and in just a few minutes, she had completed most of the work. However, fine beads of sweat still appeared on her nose.
"Wan'er, I didn't find anything upstairs, you..." Mercury came running over, and immediately saw Wan'er busy at work. She quickly came over to help her pick up her things, but was soon driven out of the door by a stench. "Ugh, it stinks! What are you doing?"
"Bear with it, we'll know the result soon." Wan'er came out, took a breath, and then went back inside.
Seeing this, Mercury had no choice but to endure the smell and come back in...
Soon, a stronger stench of urine filled the air. A dirty, thin wooden board appeared in the corner, and something seemed to be hidden behind it.
"Whoosh..." This time, although the sound was still muffled, it was clearly audible, and the sound came from behind the thin wooden board.
Wan'er had seen it all, but her heart still raced. Finally, she held her breath, lifted her foot, and walked over.
"I'll do it!" Mercury stepped forward to stop her, but his movements were somewhat hesitant. Wan'er disdained his timidity. So she reached out and pushed him aside, using her gloved fingers to grip the dark wooden board, and pulled it open.
Although she was prepared, the scene before her was still hard for Wan'er to accept.
A small, black dog, covered in wounds, emaciated, filthy, and smelly, was crammed into a rusty, rectangular iron cage less than a foot long, two inches wide, and a foot and a half high.
The puppy was about half an adult. Because the cage was too small, the puppy could only stand upright, with its front paws resting on the middle bars of the cage. Its rump and hind legs could only be curled up at the other end of the cage. The bottom of the cage was covered with black feces or bloodstains, and the stench was probably coming from there.
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