Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 133 What evil do dogs have?
The white dog was bouncing around, as soft as cotton with springs.

The human monks climbed up to the top floor, while the white dog stopped on the fourth floor.

It can easily tell which direction the kitchen it is looking for is in.

Without him, the tempting smell of food came from there.

I don't know if the people in the temple have absolute confidence in their guards. There is no obstruction at the door of the kitchen, so they put a lock on it.

After confirming that there were no human beings inside the door, the white dog squeezed into the crack of the door and squeezed in in a long, flat strip.

Save trouble for a while, restore the crematorium.

The white dog with a relatively independent consciousness lay flat on the floor. It tremblingly straightened its flat body and began to think about how its own body squeezed itself out.

Anyway, after going through a lot of hardships, the white dog probably recovered.

I won’t repeat the process, as the kitchen door was stained with white flocs, it took a long time.

The white dog shook its hair, swiped its tail, and walked in with vigor.

The kitchen built on the fourth floor of the tower contained a strong smell of blood, and the chopping boards and walls were splashed with red stars everywhere.

The eyesight of dogs is very short, and white dogs can only see it vaguely.

Where is the place where the vegetarian meal is made, this is the slaughterhouse.

The white dog was out of tune with the surrounding environment, surrounded by the smell of rust, it came to the depths of the kitchen.

Push open the unlocked wooden door, and the goal is to enter several corrals.

There are strange-shaped animals behind the closed fence gate, and the white dog can judge that the closest thing to it is a "chicken" based on its own memory.

Will the chicken grow up like this...will it taste good?
The white dog leaped lightly and grabbed the top of the corral.

The canine's furry head rests there, and it looks down.

Most of the chickens in the pen look similar to the ones on the dinner plate during the day, the only difference is the difference in color... oh, and the agility of the eyes.

It doesn't look like a common chicken in the human world at all, but it is similar to a chicken that has been slaughtered, with its head cut off along the neck and its limbs removed.

There is no hair yet, a bare piece.

The chickens in the pen don't know the danger is coming, they gather in the pen in twos and threes.

If the white dog reads correctly, there is even a roast chicken...the chicken has a little bow tie.

White dog:?
It doesn't understand but it is shocked, it feels that it is pinched by the body so casually that it even has double eyes, but can chickens still tie bow ties?

The chicken with the bow tie was still standing on its own legs, croaking among the chickens, as if it was giving a speech.

The white dog stared down for a while, and the moment the chicken in the bow tie finished speaking, he stepped on the fence door and jumped in.

When the dog enters the flock of chickens, the chickens fly and the dogs jump.

The white dog took a bite of the chicken feather... oh no, the chicken here has only meat and no hair, and it can swallow a whole chicken in one bite, with half a bow stuck between its teeth.

Remember that chicken with the bow tie trying to squawk before it died, but luckily it snapped and smothered everything in the cradle.

So how does a chicken without a mouth crow?
The white dog vomited for a long time and couldn't vomit, so he could only swallow it backwards.

Unpalatable, just the smell of fabric.

Afterwards, he did the same thing in several corrals where "pigs", "cows", "sheep" and other animals were kept. He clung to the fences to observe their strange appearances, and then turned inside and ate them all.

There was some resistance in the middle, but it didn't matter, all resistance was useless, and it was easily suppressed by it.

They are ingredients, ingredients to be served on the table.

White dogs just make them die earlier.

At the end of the meal, the white dog lay down on the aisle between the corrals on both sides and burped.

Delicious, as expected of the food that the main body cares about!
The white dog licked his tines and walked out like a walk after a meal.

As for the consequences of being discovered here the next day?
It doesn't know, it is an innocent dog sent by the ontology.

What kind of wickedness does a dog have? It's just here for supper.

……

The fourth-floor kitchen in the five-story tower is the only confirmed target tonight.

If Baisu came out by himself, he would probably go back to his room after eating.

But what was released tonight was a relatively independent clone. Without the mandatory instructions from the main body, the white dog climbed up the cliff.

The monks going down the steep steps only felt a chill on their heads, and looking up, they could only see various plants growing on the cliff.

And the dots of white among the vines that look black at night.

"Will the plants in our temple bloom?" A famous monk asked strangely.

"Who knows, they are all wild species, and they might bloom." The rest of the people were not interested in chatting.

The white dog, which was considered to be a certain type of flower, sneezed humanely, thinking that the main body was thinking about it.

Then it climbed over the wall and fell into the back of a courtyard.

The room in front of me was full of lights and shadows, and someone was walking back and forth in it.

The white dog bent down and walked under the eaves, and was about to leave the confines of the house when it heard the humans inside talking.

"Are they all asleep?"

"Abbot, we have sent people to inspect, and all the tourists are asleep." The speaker paused, "All those who fell on the ground were helped to bed, and they shouldn't be noticed when they wake up tomorrow."

The person called the abbot had an old voice, calmly suppressing the longing in his heart: "The number... is not enough, let some tourists come in tomorrow morning."

Another person said yes, Baigou wanted to hear if they wanted to talk about tomorrow's puja, but the abbot of the temple changed the subject.

"Has the pilgrim who fainted in the afternoon recovered?"

"No, he has been in a state of absence."

"his friends?"

"Please go to the five-story pagoda for dinner, and I should be sleeping now."

"..." The old man pondered for a moment, "Bring him to the hall together tomorrow and see if the lord can save him."

The white dog is curious about who the adult is.

It thought about the statues of sexual freedom in the temple in its ontological memory.

It's so ugly, can it really save people?

The memory of the ontology also tells it that there must be something wrong with the people who built the temple, but this has been around the Fuzhao Temple for half a circle. Except for the wrong-looking livestock, the rest of the monks are human beings.

The white dog couldn't figure it out, just tilted his head, then squatted under the eaves and wagged his tail.

The communication between the humans in the house is still going on. The white dog can smell a delicious smell, but it just floats on the surface, and it has no interest in eating humans.

What's more, I feel that the people in the house are important people in tomorrow's ceremony.

The elderly abbot gave many instructions, and when the time was getting closer to night, another monk asked him if he wanted to rest.

"Rest? No, the lord wants to meet the pilgrims in his dreams tonight."

"Hope all of them have a great night in their dreams."

(End of this chapter)