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Until this moment, the female protagonist had finally revealed to everyone the scenes that were not captured in that video.
Previously, everyone had learned that Zhang Zong was married and had a four-year-old daughter. About half a month ago, on a Saturday, just over two hours before Zhang Zong was showing off his affection, there was a rare sunny day in winter. Zhang Zong's wife took their daughter for a walk in the garden of Peony District.
Zhang Zong's daughter, named Zhang Xixi, was still a wobbly little child. Dressed in a thick down jacket, she resembled a lively polar bear, observing the warm and dry winter around her. Zhang Zong's wife sat on a bench in the garden, watching her daughter frolic like a little sprite.
However, the good times did not last long. At that moment, a Teddy Dog appeared in the backyard. This Teddy looked harmless and quite adorable. As an animal lover, when Zhang Xixi saw the dog coming towards her, she joyfully waved her arms.
Zhang Xixi crouched down, wanting to call the dog over. Zhang Zong's wife felt a bit anxious; although the dog did not seem like a stray, it still posed a threat to her four-year-old daughter. She stood up and hurried towards her daughter just as the Teddy Dog began to run.
The Teddy Dog bounded over to Zhang Xixi with its tongue hanging out. In a panic, Zhang Zong's wife rushed forward to reach her daughter. But how could a person outrun a dog? Before she could get there, the Teddy had already jumped into the girl's arms, and laughter erupted from Zhang Xixi.
But in the next moment, the girl's laughter turned into cries. The Teddy had bitten into Zhang Xixi's cheek. She frantically tried to push the dog away, but it clung on as if it had found a tasty bone.
Zhang Zong's wife rushed over and kicked at the Teddy with all her might. The dog bared its teeth for a moment but finally let go in pain and scampered away down the garden path. Zhang Zong's wife watched as the Teddy limped off. She didn't have time to confront its owner; she quickly scooped up her daughter.
On Zhang Xixi's face were deep bite marks that were shocking to behold; blood streamed down her face, turning her into a bloodied doll within moments. Zhang Zong's wife looked at her child with tears welling up; three deep and long wounds marred her delicate face. Even if they could be treated, scars would likely remain.
In haste, she called Zhang Zong. At a nearby hospital, doctors treated Zhang Xixi's injuries. However, the wounds were too deep and required stitches. Afterward, it was likely that scars would remain on her face. Even if Zhang Xixi did not have scar-prone skin, this scar would accompany her through childhood, adolescence, and into adulthood until time gradually faded its mark.
For a girl, this was indeed a significant misfortune.
After stitching up the wounds, Zhang Xixi needed to be hospitalized for observation. Zhang Zong's wife stayed by her side while Zhang Zong returned home to Peony District to fetch some toiletries and Zhang Xixi’s favorite milk powder. It was during this trip home that he discovered the dog that had bitten his daughter.
It was a brown curly-haired Teddy with slightly injured hind legs—likely from being kicked by his wife. More importantly, it was stained with blood—his daughter's blood. Rage surged within Zhang Zong as he remained calm; he crouched down and gently whistled.
“Come here, doggy,” he called softly.
The Teddy heard his call and happily ran over. Then Zhang Zong picked it up. The dog did not seem dirty; its fur was well-groomed, indicating it was a pet rather than a stray—except it wore no collar and there was no one around.
As he looked at the dog licking his hand, his anger grew stronger. He noticed half of a rope on the ground and glanced at the dog in his arms. Finding a spot nearby, he tied the dog up securely before heading home for a knife—a very sharp knife capable of skinning this dog alive.
When Zhang Zong returned to the garden again, the dog continued barking but there were still no people around; it seemed its owner was accustomed to letting it roam freely. Standing below the towering building with its many windows resembling prisons in an iron forest—trapping people inside—Zhang Zong felt isolated in this empty garden.
He began slicing at the dog's neck; the first cut was the hardest. Zhang Zong had never cooked before; he had never even killed fish or crabs let alone inflict pain on an animal capable of suffering and crying out. Yet he steeled himself because he remembered his daughter's wounds and heard what the doctor said about potential disfigurement.
Once he made that first cut, there was no turning back for him. Like a deranged killer, he methodically skinned the dog alive while it struggled helplessly in mid-air. The Teddy’s screams gradually attracted residents from the area who gathered around filming with their phones.
Zhang Zong peeled the skin while observing the people around him until the dog owner arrived. The security personnel in the area also heard the screams and came to the scene. Afterward, the security escorted Zhang Zong to the police station. At the same time, the female owner of Teddy Dog rushed to the police station.
Inside the police station, Zhang Zong and the dog owner reached a private settlement; the female owner withdrew her complaint, and the matter was settled.
"What kind of settlement did you reach?" Old Shao asked, looking at the yawning female owner.
The female owner sat on the sofa and looked at Shao the Elder. "There was no real settlement; it just means I withdrew my complaint, and from now on, no one mentions this again. Just think about it—my dog is so cute and has never bitten anyone. How could it suddenly bite a girl? It must have been that girl who did something wrong and bullied my dog, which made it bite her."
"Even though we don't have children, that dog is our child. My child bit his daughter's face; what's the big deal? Children heal quickly; it won't take long for her to recover. But he killed my son—my son is dead and can never come back."
"Exactly," the male owner chimed in. "This is fair; my son is dead, and I haven't even asked him for compensation yet."
"And what happened afterward? Do you know where Zhang Zong went?" The male owner shook his head. "Since then, we haven't seen him again; who knows where he went?"
Jiang He walked around the room and spoke up, "Have you seen that video online? The one where Zhang Zong is peeling dog skin? Have you seen how others are commenting on it?"
"I've watched it several times," said the female owner. "People like Zhang Zong deserve to die. If you can't take care of your daughter properly and let her run around in the yard, even if she isn't bitten by my dog, she'll get bitten by someone else's."
Old Shao frowned. "Then why didn't you keep your dog inside or put it on a leash?"
The male owner glanced at Old Shao and suddenly laughed. "It's clear that this older officer has never owned a dog. Dogs need to be let out to run; otherwise, they get depressed. Besides, your daughter is only three or four years old—what's she doing wandering around?"
Jiang He entered the kitchen, where there was a table for eating in one corner and a large pot simmering on the stove. As Jiang He walked toward the pot, he raised his voice. "Recently, many animal rights activists have approached Zhang Zong about this incident; do you know anything about it?"
"I don't know," came the female owner's voice. "It has nothing to do with us. Why are you wandering around our house? Are you a police dog? We aren't involved in any illegal activities here. I've heard people online want to teach him a lesson, but we aren't those people—he brought this upon himself."
Jiang He bent down and caught a peculiar smell wafting from the pot—a distinct meat aroma. He picked up a piece of meat from the pot with two fingers and gently placed it in his mouth. It had an unusual taste—somewhat tough but also had a sticky sweetness.
After swallowing that piece of meat, Jiang He asked, "Why did you cook your son?"
With that, Jiang He stepped outside.
The male and female owners looked at Jiang He, their faces showing signs of discomfort.
Thinking they hadn't heard him clearly, Jiang He continued, "That pot contains dog meat; it's easy to deduce that it's probably your Teddy Dog."
The male owner coughed twice and said, "The dog is dead; its skin has been peeled off. What should we do with the meat? If we eat it, we eat it—that's our way of showing love."
The man seemed a bit angry. "Our matter has already been settled. It was quite courteous of me to let you in. It's getting late, and I still have work to do, so I need to sleep. You should head back now."
"Exactly," the hostess said, tugging at the Mink Fur around her neck. "We've settled what we needed to with the Officer, so please don't come looking for us again. That's it; we need to sleep."
It was clear that they were showing their guests the door, and a few people noticed it.
Old Shao nodded. "Then we won't disturb your rest any longer."
As they stepped out the door, they heard the sound of a door slamming behind them.
Xu Yiman sighed. "One moment, their dog is like their son, and the next, they've turned their son into stew."
Old Shao pondered for a moment before speaking. "I'm afraid Zhang Zong has been misunderstood again, just like Wang Yedan. Is the commentary still overwhelmingly one-sided?"
Xu Yiman nodded. "Yes."
"Then it seems the Criminal Consultant's text messages are about to start coming in again," Old Shao stated firmly.
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