They opened the sack. As expected, there were four or five dogs inside. They were all small pet dogs and looked very cute.

"So many." Janice never expected there to be so many. She glanced around and said, "Could their owners be nearby?"

Hearing this, Christopher also looked around and found that the surroundings were quite quiet. There was no sign of anyone looking for dogs.

He said, "I’m afraid this is the place to dispose of the stolen dogs."

Janice agreed and sighed, "What should we do? Should we send them to the police station?"

She frowned.

Christopher said, "I’m afraid that what we can only do."

She caressed the little ones inside and felt it was not the proper way.

"We’d better not. Don’t waste public resources on this kind of thing. Why don’t we take it back tonight and think of a way tomorrow?"

Christopher did not object, and then the two took the sack back home.

Janice brought the puppies into the kennel and settled them in. Then she turned back to look at Nino, who was always following her, and said, "Let these friends accompany you tonight. Nino, you are the mistress. You can’t bully them."

Nino seemed to understand and walked around those puppies.

When Janice saw that they were together in perfect harmony, she walked towards the living room.

When she saw Christopher drinking water next to the refrigerator, she suddenly saw a red mark on his arm. She asked in shock, "Are you injured?"

Then Christopher followed her gaze and saw a slight scratch on his arm. It must have been caused by the fight with the two thieves. At that time, the light was too dark, so he didn’t pay much attention to it.

He said nonchalantly, "It’s nothing, just a small injury."

However, Janice didn’t think so. She pulled him to a chair and said, "Wait for me, I’ll get the first-aid box." Then she immediately took out a box from her closet and took out the alcohol, cotton swabs, and gauze to bind up his wound.

Staring at her familiar movements, he couldn’t help but ask, "You seem to be very experienced."

"That’s for sure. As reporters, it’s unavoidable for us to encounter unexpected situations when we’re out for interview, and we often learn a little about nursing," Janice replied.

Hearing her words, he frowned. "It sounds like you often encounter dangerous situations."

"It’s not that often, but it’s hard to avoid running into unreasonable people," she replied.

However, Christopher remembered the last time she was pushed to the ground and injured at the gate of Delta Industry.

He said, "If you encounter something like this in the future, you must not go there alone again. I’m here this time, but what if I’m not here?"

"Got it."

He was not satisfied with her reaction. It sounded that she obviously did not take it seriously.

"Move and see if it hurts," Janice said as she bandaged his wound.

Christopher stretched out his arm as she said. Just as he was about to reply, he remembered her previous reaction. It was obvious that she didn’t take his words seriously.

If she did not see the seriousness of the problem at this time and when something similar happened again in the future, she would still go forward regardless of everything.

With these thoughts in mind, he let out an exaggerated cry of pain. "Ow! It hurts."

Janice panicked when she saw this. "Does it hurt a lot?"

Christopher nodded in a hurry.

...

Janice was slightly confused, she didn’t think the wound was that serious.

Janice bandaged the wound solely to prevent infection, but Christopher didn’t seem to be pretending, so she answered.

"Then let me blow on it for you."

As she spoke, she gently blew on the wound.

Her moist and warm breath brushed his wound gently and Christopher couldn’t help smiling.

He had pretended but he didn’t expect her to take it seriously.

"But that’s good. I’ll teach her a lesson."

He inadvertently glanced at the few little puppies playing in the corner, and he couldn’t help frowning.

He already had one at home, and he didn’t want her to be so busy walking the dogs that he would end up neglected.

With this thought, he asked with a frown. "What are you going to do with those dogs?"

Janice also looked over, but after a brief pondering, she said, "I think that I should bring them to the television station tomorrow and issue an adoption notice or something."

Christopher was in full agreement.

"Well, it’s getting late. Get ready to sleep."

As she spoke, she stood up and put the first -aid kit back. Just as she was about to leave, Christopher stopped her. "Where are you going?"

Janice replied, "I’m going to write a notice for the owners to come claim their dogs."

Christopher frowned. "It’s so late now, why not write it tomorrow?"

Janice thought for a moment and agreed. "OK then. Do you need my help?"

Christopher was just about to say that it was not that serious, but he remembered he was pretending, so he changed his mind and said, "Yes."

Janice didn’t suspect anything and walked over to help him up the stairs. The next day, Janice brought the puppies to the TV station. Her colleagues were surprised to see her with the dogs. "Janice, are you selling dogs or something?"

Her colleague, Amy, came forward and asked.

"These were rescued from dog smugglers, and I intend to help them reunite with their owners." Janice explained.

Hearing this, Amy seemed to think of something and said, "Now that you mention it, there have been many dogs reported missing lately."

"Really? What do you mean?"

Janice asked with interest.

Amy said, "I happened to be interviewing people at the police station a few days ago. There were a lot of people reporting missing dogs recently. Maybe some of them are the ones you brought."

"Is that so?"

After hearing what Amy said, Janice fell into thinking, why don’t she make a trip to the police station? It’ll be easier than finding a needle in a haystack. She might even be able to find some other clues.

Thinking of this, she made a trip to the police station.

As soon as she walked in, she saw Denise talking to a policeman.

"Strange. What is she doing here?"

Thinking that this was a police station, Janice did not think too much about it. Thinking that she was here for work, she walked up to an officer and said, "Hello, I’m a reporter from the TV station. Can I see the superintendent?"

As she spoke, she handed her reporter’s license over.

The officer verified it and said "Please wait here for a moment."

Janice nodded and turned around and bumped into Denise.

Their eyes met.

A trace of awkwardness flashed in Denise’s eyes but it disappeared quickly. Her face turned cold and she pretended not to see Janice and left arrogantly past her.

Since she was ignored, Janice naturally wouldn’t greet her. She shrugged her shoulders and at this moment, the police officer who had received her earlier walked over.

"Our superintendent will see you now."

...

Janice nodded in thanks, then followed the police officer and discovered that the superintendent was the one who had received Denise earlier.

She paused before explaining her purpose. Then she handed over the pictures of the dogs.

After comparing the dogs one by one, the superintendent shook his head.

Seeing his reaction, Janice felt a little disappointed. She had thought that she could find a match.

Before she left, she said, "If there are any similar cases, please contact me."

The superintendent nodded and said, "By the way, a lady just came to report that she lost her pet dog. How about I call her back?"

Janice, on the other hand, looked thoughtful. Could that person be Denise?

So she asked, "Is the lady’s surname Kelshore?"

"Yes, her surname is Kelshore." The superintendent answered.

Hearing that, Janice finally understood that Denise was here to report her missing dog.

She said, "Thank you. I don’t think there’s a need to ask her back. I know her."

As she spoke, she turned around and hurriedly chased after Denise.

In the carpark, Denise was just gotten into her when she heard a shout.

"Wait."

Denise stopped and turned to look, only to see Janice running towards her, panting heavily.

"What’s the matter?" Denise frowned.

Janice took a few deep breaths, and then said, "I... I heard... your dog was lost. Was it... the golden retriever that I chose with you last time?"

Denise nodded icily at her question.

Janice continued, "Then can you tell me about the details of how you lost your dog?"

"Why are you asking this?" Denise was puzzled.

"To tell you the truth, I’m doing an investigation on the recent disappearance of dogs. I want to know more details, maybe I can help you find your dog."

Denise, however, felt that her words were a little preposterous and said, "No comment."

As she spoke, she turned around towards her car. However, Janice immediately

stopped her and said, "I know that you don’t like me, but I really want to help you and the people who have lost their dogs. Please believe me."

Her sincerity was clear.

Denise once studied communication and understood the professional spirit. Even though she hated Janice, she agreed with her words.

She thought for a moment and said, "My dog caught a cold, so I took him to the doctor. After I returned home, something happened at work, so I left again in a hurry. When I got off work, I found that my dog was gone."

"Was the door unlocked, or was there another reason?" Janice asked.

Denise replied, "Probably. I left in a hurry then and probably forgot to close the door. I don’t remember anyway."

Janice thought for a moment before asking.

"Well, which pet hospital did you visit?"

"Does Sophie know?" Denise looked at Janice meaningfully.

Janice was briefly stunned before she nodded. "Yes."

Denise’s gaze swept over her face with a hint of mockery.

"I visited her place."

Janice silently took note of it. Since she did not find any unusual clues, she said, "Thank you. If there are any updates, I will let you know immediately."