Animal Detective

Chapter 101 Casello

Like the Malinois, the middle-aged woman running the stall was incredibly friendly to everyone, and the moment their eyes met, she immediately waved to Shen Xin.

"Hey handsome, come here, take a look. This is the last one left, I'll sell it to you cheap."

"Look at this figure, so curvy and shapely. And those legs, tell me, aren't they thick? And that face, look at it, isn't it dark?"

With quick reflexes, she snatched the Belgian Malinois from its cage and showed it to Shen Xin by its tail.

Having gained some goodwill, Shen Xin could clearly sense that the Belgian Malinois was very afraid.

And those pitiful little eyes.

How to put it? It's probably like those unfortunate women in ancient times who were sold into brothels and forced to work, looking pitifully at the passing customers, hoping that someone could rescue them from this hellhole.

The analogy may not be entirely accurate, but the feeling is similar.

"What do you mean?" Feng Kaiwei nudged Shen Xin with his elbow and asked in a low voice.

He knew absolutely nothing about dogs.

Shen Xin shook his head slightly.

Unlike professional dog breeders with sufficient expertise, middle-aged women like these are simply "backyard breeders" who think the business is lucrative. They buy a couple of dogs and start breeding them haphazardly, sometimes having two litters a year.

The resulting puppies were all sorts of oddities and didn't fetch a good price. In order to control costs, it was naturally impossible to provide the dogs with a good living environment.

So Shen Xin didn't believe there wasn't something wrong with the fact that this Belgian Malinois was left behind.

"Look, eight hundred, that's cheap. Go ask around outside, a Malinois like this would easily cost two or three thousand." The woman stood up, and not content with just the price, she shoved the Malinois into Shen Xin's hands, urging him to take a good look.

Shen Xin didn't answer and turned to leave.

After walking only a couple of steps, the price here had already dropped to 600.

As the three walked, Jiang Wengang showed Shen Xin his phone. He had searched for information about police dogs and pointed at the phone, saying, "Look, it says that among these dogs, the one with the best sense of smell is the bloodhound, which is suitable for long-distance blood tracking. However, it is said that it is difficult to manage. As soon as it encounters something that interests it, it will become disobedient."

"So for things like drug detection, Springer Spaniels are said to be good because they are more sensitive to low concentrations of chemical odors. I remember that the police dog base used Springer Spaniels and Labradors."

Feng Kaiwei chimed in, "And then there's Ronaldo, the kind who's aggressive and won't let go of a suspect."

Shen Xin stopped and asked, "Why don't you two choose?"

There are only a few common types of police dogs, such as German Shepherds, Labradors, and Rottweilers, and Shen Xin knows all of them.

However, that's the training standard for police dogs.

Shen Xin already has a standard: the dog must be able to quickly generate a favorability icon, just like that Malinois dog did, so that he can easily cultivate favorability.

Secondly, there's obedience.

Dogs bred in specific breeds certainly have advantages; for example, German Shepherds are known for their loyalty.

They also have advantages in intelligence and resistance to interference.

But Shen Xinzhen thinks this thing is divided into dogs.

Dogs bred in specific programs are not necessarily good, and the common country dogs that can be seen everywhere are not necessarily all stupid.

Just like everyone is different, dogs are the same.

Otherwise, why would the attrition rate at the police dog base be so high?

In fact, Shen Xin preferred the latter.

Because of the constant crossbreeding of mixed-breed dogs, the sample base is large, providing a wide selection range, and you can always find one you like.

Since the leader assigned this task and approved the funding, Shen Xin must want to do it well.

It's easy to spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy a few purebred dogs, but what if they can't be trained and have all sorts of personality problems? Wouldn't that money be wasted?

How could the leaders not be concerned?

Of course, Shen Xin would not refuse a purebred dog.

The main problem is that purebred dogs are rarely sold as adults; they have to be raised slowly.

Shen Xin wants an adult dog.

I vaguely remember that there were people selling adult dogs here.

These are animals that are discarded by many backyard owners or that ordinary people in the surrounding area don't want to keep.

It's said that there are also dogs that have bitten people and are then sent here to be sold to dog dealers.

While strolling around, I actually ran into him.

A young man nervously led a Cane Corso.

This Cane Corso is already an adult, its ears have been clipped, and it looks to be in good condition. It's pure black with a corsage, a wide muzzle, and its frame looks large, like a burly man.

Now it huddled at the feet of young people, head drooping, glancing occasionally at passersby.

It saw Shen Xin from several meters away.

Their eyes met.

Soon, a favorability icon appeared above its head.

Shen Xin perked up and went over.

The young man looked to be in his thirties, dressed neatly, and didn't seem like a dog dealer, but rather a customer who had come to buy a dog. He wore an IWC watch and had a Blue Sky & White Cloud car key hanging from his waist.

Holding the dog leash, looking around blankly, I felt a sense of embarrassment, like someone setting up a stall for the first time.

He didn't really look like someone selling dogs, but as soon as Shen Xin came up, he immediately asked Shen Xin if he wanted a dog.

"Are you going to sell it? This dog is so big now." Shen Xin stared at the Cane Corso on the ground.

It also looked up, staring intently at Shen Xin. The favorability icon above its head glowed slightly, a sign that favorability was about to increase again.

God!

For a moment, Shen Xin didn't know if it was because his talent was too strong or because the dog was too affectionate.

The young man sighed and said, "I don't want to sell it either. I spent more than 10,000 yuan to buy it and raised it to this size, feeding it the best food. But it almost bit someone. My wife absolutely forbids me from keeping it anymore, saying that if it bites someone, the compensation won't be enough."

"Bite?"

Shen Xin frowned slightly and looked at Casello on the ground.

Such a friendly dog, would it bite?

It shouldn't be.

Seeing Shen Xin frown, the young man immediately became nervous and said, "Don't go yet. It was just that one time. Maybe I didn't hold the leash properly. I don't know exactly what happened. It hasn't happened again since."

"But my wife insists that I give it away, and I have no choice. I listed it on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace), but many people saw that it had grown up and almost bit someone, so they were afraid to buy it. And if someone wanted it, the price they offered was too low."

“I don’t care about the price. I’m just worried that they’ll buy it and sell it as a meat dog, or that they won’t treat it well. Then I heard there’s a dog market here, so I brought it here. This is the second time I’ve come.”

"If you like it, you can take it. The price is negotiable, as long as you treat it well. My wife said we have to sell the dog today."

He talked on and on.

Shen Xin felt that he wasn't lying.

But who knows, maybe he's hiding the fact that he almost bit someone.

"So how much do you plan to sell it for?"

Shen Xin squatted down and examined the Cane Corso.

Its eyes are very clear.

Perhaps because of the icon, Shen Xin could also sense its emotions.

It seemed to know that its owner wanted to sell it, so it felt wronged and didn't understand what it had done wrong.

The young man gritted his teeth and held up two fingers: "How about two thousand? I'll feed him Desire dog food, and buy him beef, quail meat and stuff. Two thousand yuan is just his monthly expenses."

Shen Xinxin said that if we raise the child the way you suggested, then two thousand is not expensive.

The problem is that in this kind of dog market, if you sell a fully grown adult dog for two thousand, absolutely no one will want it.

At this moment, perhaps because they had been staring at each other for a long time and he sensed Shen Xin's goodwill, the icon above Casillo's head actually increased by another level.

"Can I take it for a walk?" Shen Xin asked.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then said, "Then be careful, don't get into any trouble."

Shen Xin nodded and took the dog leash.

"stand up."

Shen Xin greeted him.

Casro looked at his original owner, then at Shen Xin, before standing up.

"come over."

Shen Xin pointed to the spot beside his feet.

Caslo hesitated for a moment, but seeing that the young man did not seem to mind, he stood down next to Shen Xin.

Shen Xin nodded secretly.

It's not because this Cane Corso is highly obedient, but because it seems very intelligent.

"Captain Feng, try attacking me?" Shen Xin said to Feng Kaiwei.

Cane Corso is a guard dog.

Feng Kaiwei glanced at the tall and fierce-looking Casillo and felt a little intimidated.

"Xiao Shen, don't mess with me," Feng Kaiwei muttered.

As he spoke, he made a gesture as if he was about to rush over and attack.

The Casio at my feet seemed to bristle, suddenly becoming alert and switching to a fighting stance, barking fiercely.

The sound startled Feng Kaiwei, who quickly stepped back and told Shen Xin to hold the dog leash tighter.

"stop."

Shen Xin quickly tugged at the dog leash, then patted its head and pointed at Feng Kaiwei, saying, "Don't attack him, he's one of us."

Caslo looked at Shen Xin, then at Feng Kaiwei, and seemed to understand.

"Captain Feng, come and pet it," Shen Xin called out again.

Feng Kaiwei looked resistant.

Jiang Wengang couldn't stand it anymore and pushed him.

A SWAT team captain who has risked his life against criminals, is he afraid of a dog?
Feng Kaiwei then stepped forward and tentatively patted Casello's head.

no response.

Shen Xin nodded in satisfaction. He really was quite clever.

The young man next to him was also amazed, saying, "Are you a professional dog trainer? I feel like Black Panther is more obedient in your hands than in mine."

(End of this chapter)