Restricted area grave keeper

Chapter 73 A Dog's Monologue

As you know, I am blind.

Since losing my eyesight five years ago, I have gradually learned and gotten used to living alone.

I often fantasize about what it would be like to see the light again one day in the future, but I knew in my heart that it was a dream.

Several doctors have already sentenced me to death for my eyes.

This should be the case in the days to come, I thought at that time.

I didn't give up on life, I just lost my enthusiasm for life, until that day, someone suggested that I adopt a guide dog.

They were busy with this matter, and I couldn't refuse their kindness. Maybe it was to make the boring life more turbulent, so I agreed with their idea.

I was lucky enough to get a guide dog.

To be honest, for a blind person, suddenly being alone in a room with a dog is somewhat scary, not to mention that it is not small in size.

I was afraid of it barking, biting me, and making a mess of the house.

But unexpectedly, it didn't have the problems I imagined, but got along very well with me.

I have never seen such a smart dog that leads the way, passes things around, and never complains.

It likes to be silent as much as I do, and when there is nothing to do, it will lie on my leg and let me touch it, so well-behaved that no one can find fault.

It is like my child, more like my friend, it seems to understand my emotions, and also know my hidden unhappiness.

I often wonder if if I had a child, would he be so good.

After getting along for a while, I found that I couldn't live without it. In order to get along better, I randomly named it Pang Da.

From that moment on, my world in the past five years is no longer dark, but has a faint light. I have the courage to chase it, and I don’t hesitate any more every step I take.

I know that not everyone can accept dogs. Although Panda is a trained guide dog, in the eyes of many people, he is not special.

A dog is a dog.

I also understand this point, Panda has brought me convenience, but it may cause trouble to others, so I try not to affect others.

Occasionally when I go to a restaurant to eat, I will ask whether I can bring a guide dog in. Some restaurants agree, while others do not. Even if I enter the restaurant, I will occasionally hear voices of dissatisfaction.

I will be wronged, but Panda will not.

Even when I was chased away when I just sat down, I felt disappointed and angry, but Panda was different, it was my eyes quietly, but it would not carry my mottled heart.

Thankfully, my city allows guide dogs on buses.

Considering that some people will be afraid, I rarely ride in the car. Even when I need to get in the car, I will put a muzzle on Panda. I know it is uncomfortable, but it still lies quietly beside me, like a sensible child.

The days go by like this day by day, my life is no longer boring, although there are no waves, it also makes my heart alive.

until that day.

I took Panda into the car again, and after a brief silence, there were whispers in the car as usual.

I knew they were talking about me and Panda.

But I'm used to it.

A kind person took me to an empty seat at the back. I thanked him and took my seat. Pang Da sat obediently at my feet, keeping quiet.

The car started, and the sound in the car gradually became quieter, only the sound of the car driving could be heard.

I didn't sleep well the night before, and I soon felt drowsy. In my daze, something happened.

When I woke up with a start, I heard a child crying, the people in the car discussing and swearing, I heard noisy footsteps, and I heard the sound of bumping my ears.

Pan Da's body was trembling, I couldn't see anything, but I knew it was scared, someone was hitting it.

I yelled wildly and waved my fists in the air. At that moment, my mind went blank, I couldn't see other people's expressions, and I couldn't hear those voices. I knew I was like a madman.

The car stopped long ago, and someone got into the car to maintain order at the scene.

When the crowd calmed down, I heard someone say, "Your dog bit someone, a child."

Are you kidding me?
My body seemed to be hit by thunder, and I felt like I heard the most ridiculous joke, and I said loudly: "Didn't you see the muzzle on its mouth? How could it bite someone! Besides, it is a guide dog, so it won't Attack people!"

"Sorry, sir, it seems to have pulled the muzzle off," said the man.

"Impossible!" I couldn't believe the answer at all, and shouted with all my might.

There were constant discussions in the carriage, a man kept blaming me and Pang Da, he was the boy's father.

"A dog is a dog, it should bite or will bite."

"Yeah, don't get in the car with your pet if you can't see it, how dangerous it is."

I opened my mouth, and my expression gradually became dull.

The noisy carriage seemed to become quieter.

In a trance, I seemed to be leading Pang Da, distanced myself from the world and the crowd, and walked to a remote and dark corner.

Out of place, like two different species.

This matter was dealt with quickly, and I was at an absolute disadvantage. I don't even remember how I solved this matter that day, and I got out of the car in a daze.

Not long after, Panda passed away.

It was so quiet, so quiet that it wouldn't make a sound when it was punched and kicked, so quiet that I didn't even know it was hurt that badly.

The last part of the road I walked with it was that it took me home.

The faint light dissipated, and my world was dark again.

I don't know how to make those people pay the price. Pang Da is dead, and it seems pointless to pursue it.

A friend who was busy with work came to see me, and he cut straight to the point and asked me if something had happened. I was a little puzzled when I was grieving. I didn’t tell anyone about it, and he had no reason to know.

"I saw on the Internet that there was a vicious dog hurting people in the car, and many people were scolding that dog... I recognized that person as you."

"Panda is a guide dog, different from ordinary dogs." I corrected.

The air was quiet for a moment, and I asked him to tell me what the post said and what the comments said, and he hesitated for a long time before he was willing to read it.

The post has serious personal tendencies and is highly misleading. I don't know if the person who posted the post has seen the original appearance of the matter.

There are various comments, rational, extreme, crazy, and even extreme. He read them carefully, for fear that I would go berserk in the next moment.

But I don't.

If Panda really made a mistake, I am willing to accept these criticisms for it. Sometimes it is good not to see it, at least not to see too much malice in the world, and not to taste the soft knife of verbal criticism.

But my mind changed quickly.

A few days later, someone came to visit.

She claimed to be a passenger on the bus that day, and she was also a dog lover. When I thought about it, her voice was indeed familiar, and she seemed to have spoken for me that day.

But maybe her voice was too small, so small that she was drowned in the crusade.

Next, she told me a truth that was very different from what everyone knew.

Many people didn't pay attention to what was going on that day, but she just happened to notice.

It was the boy who took off Pang Da's muzzle recklessly, and then Pang Da just opened his mouth, scaring him into crying.

Then the boy's father yelled at the vicious dog to hurt people, and entangled several people to beat Pang Da, causing him serious injuries and even death.

This is the truth.

Yes, how could Pang Da's muzzle fall off as soon as he said it, how could he bite people when he was so obedient, I was trembling with anger, I hated that man to death, but I was a little at a loss.

He is a father, no matter whether the child is hurt or not, there is nothing wrong with protecting the child, but his behavior is too extreme.

Pang Da is dead, and it's useless to pursue too much, but at least I can't let it continue to be smeared.

I quickly called my friend and asked him to post a clarification.However, the post was drowned in countless abuses.

When the so-called truth has been "fixed", all the different voices seem heretical.

The person who questioned the most was a person called "Taiyi Zhenren", who was also the first to post the so-called "truth."

According to "Taiyi Zhenren", he was one of the onlookers after the bus stopped. He learned about this incident from a passenger, took a few blurry photos, and then began to reveal the truth.

I asked my friend to look up his address.

My friend works on the Internet. He hesitated again and again and told me that it was illegal to do so, but he couldn't stand my stubbornness. He could only tell me the address and even took me for a walk.

He thought I wanted to explain this to the "Taiyi real person" face to face, but he was wrong.

There are more judges in the world.

They are high above and judge all living beings. With just a few words, they can dance their fingers at will to decide whether a person is right or wrong.

I want him to taste what it's like to go from being judged to being judged.

I began to familiarize myself with the route again and again, and started to stay every day. This incident was gradually forgotten by everyone, but I did not forget it.

I plotted everything you know, framed the guy for being blind, accused him of brutality, it didn't even need to be serious.

For I do not need the law to judge him, but what he believes to judge him.

That group of people don't need evidence to judge, they only need a few words, and they can get the answer from it, and judge people as good and evil.

So……

What if the events of their "judgment" were reversed?

Of course not.

The Internet has no memory, and neither do they. Everyone is forgetful. When a thing fades away, they can once again stand high and judge all beings.

They have forgotten, but the harm they said to a person or even a family cannot be erased.

So I chose revenge.

Let the judge judge the judge, this is my revenge.

……

"This is my story."

Xiao Yinzhi smiled slightly, with relief and relief in his tone.

Lu Zhan and Xia Yuxi beside him looked at each other, shook their heads and said, "Mr. Xiao, I must admit that your story is very exciting, but there is one thing that I am very concerned about."

"You said."

"Do you know what date it is?"

"Of course it's two...two..." Xiao Yinzhi was baffled by this question, but suddenly froze when he wanted to answer, his voice lost confidence, "Sorry, I can't remember clearly."

"So... where are you from?"

"I, of course I come from..."

"who are you?"

The third question came, but at this moment, Xiao Yinzhi's mind was blank, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

Lu Zhan was also very helpless. Like the dumbfounded Xia Yuxi, this was the first time he encountered such a thing——

According to sources, the blind man who claimed to be Xiao Yinzhi, who had been complaining in front of him for a long time, first appeared this morning at the entrance of a D-level restricted area.

This is the second, and the most bizarre thing is the other side...

it is a dog.

(End of this chapter)