Chapter 8
The iron door opened, Fu Yu untied one end of the rope again, pulled the leash and said, "Come in."
Qiu Zijie refused to sit still, and when the rope was pulled, he lay down instead, demonstrating what a stubborn person he was. Fu Yu was efficient and had no intention of wasting time with a dog, so he prepared to carry the Husky inside.
Qiu Zijie suddenly jumped up and quickly dodged, hiding with his tail between his legs, occasionally showing his sharp teeth and growling at Fu Yu.
Although Huskies are pet dogs with gentle personalities, they are biologically related to Siberian wolves, with a genetic similarity of up to 99%. They are also called a subspecies of gray wolves. They first appeared in the Chukchi Peninsula of Siberia as local wild wolves. After a long period of selection and improvement, the Husky breed was eventually formed. Therefore, Huskies and wolves have similar appearances, and once they show their teeth, people will be a little afraid, and most people will not force them to hug or touch them.
But Fu Yu is not an ordinary person.
"You are in my hands now, you can't run away even if you want to. Do you want to come in with me obediently, or do you want me to break all four of your legs and then drag you in?" Fu Yu's mouth was very mean. While speaking, he slowly circled the rope in his hand around his palm and clenched it into a fist.
Of course, no matter how vicious he was, he would not be so tasteless as to punch and kick a dog, but everything he did was seen by Qiu Zijie.
The man had a tall and sturdy figure, and his arms, exposed under his short sleeves, were strong and powerful.
After careful consideration, Qiu Zijie was confident that he could bite the man, but the final result might be that he would be beaten to death. As the saying goes, a man of insight becomes a wise man. He chose to surrender, retracted his fangs and lingered for two steps.
Fu Yu didn't expect the Husky to understand. He was sure that animals could clearly sense whether humans were strong or weak. He pulled it again and ordered again: "Come in."
Qiu Zijie approached him hesitantly, and then the man turned around, so he had to follow him into the door.
Considering the dangerous aura and words this man said, as well as the feud between the Fu and Zhang families, it would be a lie for Qiu Zijie to say that he was not nervous. He was prepared to be beaten by Fu Yu as soon as he entered the house.
However, after entering the house, Fu Yu simply threw away the leash in his hand and locked the entrance.
Qiu Zijie stood with his butt pressed against the door.
Fu Yu ignored him and walked straight into the restaurant to get some water.
After waiting for a while, Qiu Zijie didn't see the man take the next step, so he stuck his head out and tilted his head to look at Fu Yu who was already seated in the living room, with his long legs casually crossed, his arms resting on the armrests of the sofa, his posture lazy, and one hand holding a mobile phone, not knowing what he was looking at.
Qiu Zijie's paw pads made no sound when they touched the floor. He quietly walked around the back of the sofa, stood up, put his front paws on the sofa, and observed Fu Yu from behind. Fu Yu was not reading the news, but browsing the web, searching for how to raise a dog.
Qiu Zijie breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that Fu Yu had no intention of killing him for the time being.
Fu Yu didn't look back, but on the phone screen he could vaguely see the Husky sticking its head out from over his shoulder and peeking at him, as if it were a spirit.
As expected of Zhang Shiyao's adoptive son, he has a sly look and a mean character. Fu Yu commented in his heart and said coldly, "You dare to step on my sofa with your dirty claws. Aren't you afraid that I will chop off your feet?"
"It's really vicious," Qiu Zijie said.
He roughly understood Fu Yu. This man didn't like pets. You can't judge a person by his appearance. If he is tall and handsome, he is not necessarily a good person. He may be a hypocritical and vicious person, just like the couple. Qiu Zijie played the role of the husky dutifully, raised his neck and howled twice before putting his paw down, and then walked around other parts of the living room.
The facilities on the first floor are simple, with nothing extra except for the necessary decorations, and the overall color scheme is cool. But these are not what Qiu Zijie cares about. What he cares about is whether there are other places to go out besides the entrance, such as open windows, half-closed back doors, etc. Unfortunately, all the doors and windows are closed.
While he was strolling around, the man on the sofa had already switched from the web page "How to Raise a Dog" to a pet blogger's video of "Husky Destroying the House".
In the video, the Husky tore the fabric sofa apart with its own strength, the sofa springs were exposed, cotton was flying everywhere, the cups on the tea table were messy, and the magazines were torn into pieces. Then it jumped onto the bay window sill, knocked over the potted plants, and kept digging into the potted plants with its mouth, and then dug with its claws. Wherever the potted plants rolled, it would chase them with its big tail, and the dead plants and soil in the potted plants were all over the floor...
"I didn't expect it to be this kind of thing," Fu Yu frowned and rubbed his chin lightly with his fingers.
He raised his eyes to look at the Husky, as if sensing something. Qiu Zijie turned his head, paused the movement of scratching the window glass with his claws, and the two spots of black ink in his blue eyes looked at Fu Yu.
Their eyes met.
One saw the ill intention in the man's eyes.
One saw a look of mental retardation in the Husky's eyes.
"Pet dog," Fu Yu directly gave the husky a name. This name was so simple and straightforward that it made the dog tremble. "Do you think I should tie you up to prevent you from tearing down my house?"
Qiu Zijie tilted his head, pretending that he didn't understand and was very confused, then he lay down obediently, looking at the scenery outside the glass window, using his quietness and obedience to prove that he would not destroy the house.
But being calm doesn't mean I'm not cursing loudly in my heart.
brute!
Qiu Zijie thought to himself.
Seeing that the Husky was still well-behaved, Fu Yu ignored it for the time being. He got up and walked to the open kitchen and made some breakfast.
If Qiu Zijie was still a human at this moment, he could take a book or do a few papers and spend the whole day quietly. However, he is now a Husky, and four or five seconds of silence is his limit. Unconsciously, his claws began to scratch the floor, making a slight "ziz——" sound. Before Fu Yu looked over, he tried his best to control himself and strolled to the living room.
He found the remote control on the TV cabinet, pressed his paw on it, and a huge display screen slowly rose in the TV cabinet. Fu Yu glanced at it and said nothing.
So Qiu Zijie pressed a few more times. He was not interested in the TV series, but he couldn't go out now, so he had to pay attention to the news. The collapse of the school dormitory building was a big deal, and it would definitely be reported in the news. How was the school after the collapse? How were those classmates? Was he dead or alive? He wanted to know all of this.
Beep, the display is off.
Beep, the display is on.
Beep, the display is off.
....
Over and over again, Qiu Zijie could only operate the switch of the display screen, but could not change the TV channel, because except for the switch button which was convex, the other buttons on the remote control were touch keys that could not be pressed by the dog's paws.
He was a little anxious, and his teeth were itching, so he wanted to chew the remote control, so he scratched it with his claws. With a click, the remote control fell to the ground.
Just as he was about to chew the remote control, Fu Yu came over and asked, "Want to watch TV?"
"Ouch, ouch..." Qiu Zijie responded, "I want to read the news."
It's not uncommon for dogs to like watching TV series. Fu Yu didn't think much of it. He picked up the remote control, sat down on the sofa, and helped him change the channel.
Children's channel, cartoons?
Qiu Zijie groaned, dissatisfied with what was playing on the screen. His limbs bounced in disorder, and he tilted his head to look at Fu Yu: "It's the news!"
The man didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from being sarcastic. He sneered and pointed at his own head with two fingers, indicating: "I've checked, your IQ is at most a four-year-old. Cartoons are suitable for you." It was exactly like a person looking down on a dog.
Qiu Zijie turned around, facing him with his butt, and rolled his eyes slightly.
It was getting late. After Fu Yu finished his breakfast, he took his coat and went to the company. Qiu Zijie followed him to the door, and before he could slip out through the gap, Fu Yu quickly closed the door. He stood up and tried to pull the door handle with his claws, but it couldn't be opened. The door was locked from the outside. Soon, the sound of a car engine came, and then gradually disappeared.
Qiu Zijie returned to the living room and noticed a plate on the floor with two slices of bread on it. They were the food Fu Yu had left for him. His stomach was rumbling, so he quickly ate the bread. The animation was still playing on the screen. He slapped the TV with his paw and turned it off. Then he continued to wander around the living room, from the kitchen to the dining room, from the dining room to the gym, and from the gym to the indoor swimming pool. In short, there was no place he could slip away.
Since I can't escape, I can only stay here for now and take it one step at a time.
He jumped onto the sofa and lay there for a while, rubbing his head back and forth on the pillow and gnawing at it with his teeth. By the time he realized that this was childish, he had already torn a hole in the pillow.
He used his claws to pull at the cotton a few times, trying to stuff it into the hole in the pillow, but the spilled cotton didn't get stuffed in, and instead a lot more was pulled out.
Trouble, Qiu Zijie felt a headache for the first time.
Being a Husky, he had the habits of a Husky. He sighed helplessly, but with his character he would not sit and wait to be beaten. He turned the pillow over to cover the hole, gathered all the scattered cotton together, picked it up and stuffed it into the gap of the sofa. Not a bit of evidence was left.
After doing all this, he turned his gaze upstairs.
With a leap, his nimble body jumped down from the sofa, and he quickly ran upstairs. After pushing a few rooms, he found the study. When he saw the connection diagram on one of the walls of the study, he was stunned.
The connection diagram indicated the exact date of the hacker attack on Tianhong Group's system two years ago. The suspected target of the attack was the Zhang family. It also noted that King had invaded at the same time as another hacker. In addition, some secret hacker events that were not disclosed online were listed one by one on this connection diagram.
All the information revolves around the king with the star symbol.
Fu Yu is looking for King, why?
The group being hacked was a big deal. Looking back on it, Qiu Zijie still remembers it vividly. During the summer vacation that year, a friend invited him to participate in an event organized by the leader at that time. The event hacked into the business system of Tianhong Group, leaving the group's business content and all project plans blank. Qiu Zijie still doesn't know who instigated their team to do this. He only knows that doing so is illegal.
So he entered the computer of an employee of Tianhong Group to give a warning, but the employee did not take it seriously. Tianhong Group's defense system was not strengthened at all. On the day of the invasion, he spent a lot of effort. When the team invaded the group's system, he helped the group to continuously fix the loopholes, so that the other party's business system was only hacked for three minutes, so that most of the data was stored intact.
In fact, he helped Tianhong Group.
Qiu Zijie shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He glanced at the laptop on the desk, kicked his hind legs and jumped into the chair. He couldn't operate the TV remote control, but he could operate the computer keyboard.
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