Being the Wife of a Fluffy Creature [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The First World (4)

The police arrived quickly; less than five minutes after he hung up the phone, Wu Yao heard a knock at the door.

He had hidden the big black dog in the bathroom beforehand, it was too weak to handle any more chaos, and he couldn’t take it along for this trip.

“Mr. Wu Yao? Why did you go to the hotpot restaurant’s basement?”

“That shop serves dog meat hotpot. Dogs are man’s best friend, I wanted to save them.”

“An animal lover?”

The long-haired man nodded earnestly. The young policeman frowned, clearly disapproving of his unauthorized attempt to release the dogs.

The police didn’t seem to take Wu Yao’s words seriously, sending only one male and one female officer. The woman was in her thirties, smiling and looking quite kind. The man was in his early twenties, radiating the innocence of a rookie. Wu Yao observed their reactions as he answered, his tense body relaxing slightly.

There were still two poor souls hanging in the basement; afraid they might die, Wu Yao was in a hurry. Less than an hour after leaving, he was back at the hotpot restaurant in a police car.

The shop was empty, with murmuring voices drifting from the direction of the storage room.

Officer Xiao Liu ran down first. Upon seeing the scene in the basement, he froze on the spot, and the female officer, Sister Qin, who followed him, gasped in horror. The dim, chilly basement was hung with dense rows of dog carcasses, and the floor was piled high with human organs.

The hotpot restaurant’s employees were holding buckets, looking confusedly at the pile of kidneys. The chubby boss was pacing in circles, shouting at them: “Where’s the dog?! Who was the last one out? Did you tie the rope tight? Was the door locked?!”

Hearing footsteps, the boss turned his head and his face brightened. “You’ve come at the right time! Quick, quick! We’ve lost our stock! Quickly, have the Mayor help us check the surveillance footage!”

Officer Xiao Liu hadn’t expected them to be this arrogant—caught red-handed and still trying to buddy up with the police. He pulled out his handcuffs to secure the boss, while the policewoman followed, pinning down the nearest employee with one hand while typing a message on her phone with the other.

Wu Yao watched the whole process, feeling that something was off. The young officer was genuinely trying to catch criminals, but the veteran officer acted as if she were…performing for someone. She was performing for him, and for the rookie, too. Were the police and the hotpot restaurant colluding? It didn’t seem like it.

Wu Yao’s current identity was just an ordinary economics graduate; how would he know the difference between human and animal organs on the floor? They could have easily dismissed him by claiming they were just pig kidneys.

Before saving the dogs, Wu Yao had checked: there were no surveillance cameras inside or outside the hotpot restaurant. Where was the Mayor going to pull footage from? And why would the boss ask an outsider for surveillance footage after a disaster inside his own shop?

The two dogs were still alive, their bodies twitching as they whimpered at the police. Officer Xiao Liu, moved by pity, asked the boss to take them down. Before he could finish his sentence, the employee held by Officer Qin broke free, grabbed a cleaver from the floor, and charged at the two dogs.

Wu Yao’s reaction was lightning fast; he leaped off the steps, charged to the employee’s side, and kicked him away. His kick was swift and powerful, sending the employee crashing to the ground, nearly knocking the wind out of him. Snatching the cleaver, Wu Yao turned to look. The two dogs that had been struggling were now motionless.

His brow furrowed, and he stepped forward to touch the big dog’s body: it was dead.

He hadn’t managed to save the lives he intended to, leaving Wu Yao feeling irritated. However, having seen plenty of such things while working under villains, he was numb to it now. The current problem was: how exactly did the dogs die? Were they too injured to hold on? The timing was just too coincidental.

Wu Yao had originally planned to use the dogs to heal the dog; he couldn’t see the injuries on the target, but dogs would have no such trouble. He had intended to take the rescued dogs home and use a first-aid kit so they could lick each other’s wounds. Now, that plan was ruined.

The system sighed with regret after hearing Wu Yao’s thoughts, “If only we had arrived faster!”

‘It wouldn’t have mattered. Someone didn’t want them to live.’

The system looked around, “Who? You’re the closest one here.”

Wu Yao didn’t reply. Since the first plan had failed, there was no need for him to stay at the hotpot restaurant. The police couldn’t be trusted, and the most important thing now was to return to the fighting dog and ensure its safety.

Heaven Island’s layout was strange; it was divided into three regions by invisible boundaries. Residents of different regions couldn’t travel freely without the Mayor’s permission. Wu Yao’s region was Zone C, the most populous and smallest. Each zone was equipped with a police station, but while Zone C had nearly 20,000 residents, there were pitifully few police—only a dozen or so.

Wu Yao followed them back to the station. He expected a long interrogation, but the police released him after a few simple questions. His earlier guess was correct: the police here had major issues.

Officer Xiao Liu felt Wu Yao’s athletic ability—jumping down stairs and mid-air kicking—meant he couldn’t be an ordinary person. He wanted to keep him for questioning, but was blocked by Sister Qin. No one suspected Wu Yao of being involved with the human kidneys; an ordinary student with no background couldn’t possibly have procured so many.

Chasing away the resentful Xiao Liu, Sister Qin poured Wu Yao a cup of tea. “Drink some hot tea to calm down. For a normal person, the basement scene is truly terrifying; I hope it doesn’t leave you with any psychological trauma.”

Wu Yao gripped his cup and nodded, feigning lingering fear. “I’ve never seen so many dog carcasses in my life; it’s so cruel. By the way, Officer, those organs on the floor…”

“We checked; they’re pig organs. It’s just a misunderstanding.” Sister Qin paused. “Oh, by the way, Mr. Wu, did you see anything strange?”

Wu Yao looked at her blankly.

“A new type of psychiatric virus is spreading on the island. The infected experience visual and auditory hallucinations and strong aggressive tendencies. You’ve just been through trauma, making you highly susceptible. Watch some lighthearted videos for a few days, forget the unpleasantness, and tell us if you have any problems.”

Wu Yao sat obediently on the sofa, his face a portrait of trust. Sister Qin dragged him into idle chatter, sipping her tea periodically. No matter how Wu Yao hinted, she had no intention of letting him go.

Wu Yao pondered briefly, opened the notepad in his system space, and backed up the events of the day. Prepared, he began to sip his tea in small intervals.

The system was sweating nervously: “Oh no, the police on this island aren’t good people! Why are you drinking it? What if it’s “knock-out tea”? Keep it in your mouth and find a chance to spit it out!”

Wu Yao finished the tea, and Sister Qin stood up to see him out. The station was busy; residents were everywhere—some describing murder scenes, others claiming to have seen monsters on fire, and one even claiming to have seen aliens. The police listened to them all seriously, then packed everyone off to an “isolation ward.”

The system finally caught on: “If you had told the police the truth, would you have been loaded into a truck and shipped off too?”

‘What truth?’

“About the human corpses and the monsters.”

Seeing Wu Yao’s confused expression, the system’s voice cut off abruptly. “You can’t understand what I’m saying?! Holy crap? Is it not ‘knock-out tea,’ but ‘amnesia tea’?”

Wu Yao narrowed his eyes. ‘Compared to that, I want to know what you are, and get out of my head!’

System: ???

“If you’re mean to me again, I’ll hit you with a kidney.”

Unlike other fighting dogs, “General Black” always felt he shouldn’t be a dog; he should have been human. He didn’t want to sniff other dogs’ butts, didn’t want to pee on tree roots in the street, and didn’t want to lick leftover food off the ground. To escape his canine life, he tried hard to be close to humans.

In the middle of the night, he found a gambler on the verge of starvation and gave him a chicken leg he’d scavenged as an entry ticket into the human world. He became the gambler’s dog. At first, everything was wonderful; he saved the gambler’s life, and the gambler treated him like family.

Then, one morning, the gambler ran home in terror, muttering about monsters outside. Seeing him, the gambler’s expression turned to horror, screaming for him to get out. Despite the beatings, he stayed by his side. When a brick smashed into his face, the scene blurred.

“Kiss-kiss! General Black? Little Black? Can you still hear me?”

The gambler’s shrill shouting suddenly turned soft, and the black dog smelled a scent of meat. It struggled to open its eyes; the gambler was gone, and in front of it was a long-haired man with black-rimmed glasses, beautiful to the extreme.

When it saw him open his eyes and smile, the dog felt a tremor in its heart. Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you. That was the second time he had said that.

The dog didn’t understand. It was too weak to interact; it licked the man’s blood-stained fingers and closed its eyes. It wondered if this man had the same agenda as the later gambler, or if he would treat it as a consumable for pleasure like the hotpot shop.

After confirming the dog was okay, Wu Yao left food and water for it and began a carpet search of the apartment.

The system patted its chest in relief: “The police station’s amnesia tea is powerful; you forgot everything about the “Hidden World” and even your identity as a transmigrator. Thank goodness you’re clever; you recorded all the important info in your notes before drinking the tea.”

Wu Yao had only recorded clues and precautions. After reading the notes, he remembered everything. He even remembered his empty wallet and credit cards. For a moment, he wanted to go back to the police station for another cup.

He didn’t trust the system, so he’d encrypted his notes. The dim-witted new system didn’t realize it was being guarded against, even teasing him for his over-cautiousness.

“Woof! Woof-woof!”

As Wu Yao grabbed the first-aid kit, the black dog on the carpet suddenly twitched its ears, letting out a low, fierce growl. A translucent screen popped up automatically.

“Congratulations to the host for triggering a side quest—The Puppy’s Trust.”

“Your kindness makes the puppy uneasy, it might leave you at any time. Please gain the puppy’s trust.”

Wu Yao understood. They had only been together for less than two hours. To the dog, he was just a human who had reached out for no reason and might have ulterior motives. To Wu Yao, it was his “commission.”

“Congratulations to the host for triggering a side quest—Life is at Stake.”

“Quickly save your dog; it’s going to die!!! Time limit: one minute.”

Wu Yao: …

System: ?

“What are you doing? Why are you pressing your own philtrum? Calm down, Xiao Yao! Don’t be afraid, we have a base salary!”

The “base salary” jolted Wu Yao’s reason back. He opened the backend data:

“Mission Target: Black Dog”

“Health: 3 (Won’t die immediately)”

“Spirit: 5 (Living is okay, dying is also fine)”

“Total Score: 8 (Keep it up, wage slave)”

Wu Yao raised an eyebrow and looked at the mission panel. “Time until target death: 00:00:49”