Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

I really felt like throwing up, but I couldn't show it now, so I suppressed the churning feeling inside and said, "Then I'll wait for another car, or if all else fails, I'll fly there myself."

"You should get on, 12 cents. This is our bus. You won't be able to wait for a human tractor. Besides, humans are so bad, it's dangerous," Dafu barked at the dog.

But seeing that disgusting scene, I still feel safer with humans. Besides, can't I just fly myself? Is that wrong?

"No, I'm not going." I said stubbornly.

"Waaah, don't you like me? Don't you despise me too?" the stray dog ​​suddenly cried.

The crying was so sudden and so pitiful; I couldn't understand why the stray dog ​​started crying.

"If you don't like me, I won't come up here, and then I'll lose my job. My owner doesn't like me anymore, and even you don't like me. What's the point of me living?" the stray dog ​​said sadly.

"Hey, hey, let's talk this out. Why are you crying? Besides, what does my not going up have to do with your job loss? When did I become that important?" I said, feeling quite annoyed.

"I don't know about this place. These stray dogs have signed labor contracts with us. If we complain, they might be laid off," said the fly that had been yelling at me earlier.

"What does this mean? What does it have to do with me?" I asked, feeling very frustrated. The key point is that the employment contract has already been issued. What's going on here?

What's with the complaints? I just want to wait quietly for a tractor, why is that so hard?

"Let me explain," the fly said, licking its hand twice.

Oh my god, stop being so disgusting! Help! Please stop talking!

"These stray dogs were all raised by the young people in the village. But as those young people went out to work or go to school, many of the elderly people in the village preferred the Chinese rural dog, also known as a 'local dog.' But these pet dogs need to be fed well, live well, and be pampered all the time. How can the elderly people in the countryside bear that? So some are simply abandoned, and some are left to fend for themselves. And when these stray dogs encounter such situations, they only have three options." The fly said very seriously, and when it said this, it raised its hand, but its hand was just an antenna. So it raised its two legs, which made it three.

"First, you can find food in the village and go home to spend the night."

"Second, it was taken to a very far place and abandoned, so far that even the dog itself couldn't get home."

"Third, which is what you see now, is that you become our mounts and frequently travel between villages and towns in order to exchange for some food. You should know that basically all the junk food is controlled by our fly family. We are economic giants."

The fly explained all this to me very seriously, and after hearing this, I basically understood. I really know a lot about stray dogs.

This so-called dog may be a person's temporary state, but that person is the dog's entire life.

Never impulsively get a dog if you haven't fully decided that you want to treat it well. Imagine seeing your once favorite companion with matted fur, scars all over its body, and flies buzzing around it.

Don't you feel any heartache? Don't you feel any guilt? I feel incredibly pained watching this.

So I chose to fly towards the dog. Maybe this stray dog ​​used to play with its owner and was often taken out for walks at night.

But now he can only live in this way, in the most miserable way. Before he got sick, he could at least eat some wild food.

But now it's sick. It gets chased away and beaten whenever it gets close to humans, simply because it has a skin disease, and humans are afraid of getting infected.

Pet dogs are very happy, but once they are separated from their humans, their fate will be extremely tragic, to an unimaginable degree.

"Okay, I'll go." I looked at the stray dog ​​in front of me, my heart filled with sympathy.

I don't know much about dog breeds, I only know that this is a pet dog, because it is very small, has black fur, and looks a lot like a Teddy, but not quite. I don't know what it is.

It's just a pet dog anyway.

I flew up, and the stray dog ​​barked happily a few times before rushing towards the town.

"What happened just now? There was a car, but you didn't get on. Are you alright?" the fly that had been talking asked curiously.

"It's nothing. I feel like I've gained a little weight recently, and I want to exercise more to lose weight, so..." I said, making up a random excuse.

"Oh, I see. By the way, why did you bring a female companion with you when you went to town? How can you have fun with a female companion?" the fly asked curiously.

"What's wrong? Can't we play with the female ones?" I asked curiously.

"You can play, but you can't really enjoy it, hmm," the fly whispered in my ear, blinking at me a few times.

That look, that expression, I'm all too familiar with it. It's just like the expression we had when we talked about Ms. Aoi back in college.

Is it...

"What do you mean?" I asked further.

"What else could it mean? You know what 'one-stop service' means, right? How about it? Want to give it a try? I can give you a 20% discount if I take you. I heard they've brought in some flies from other towns, they're pretty good, wanna come?" the fly said in a very lewd manner.

Holy crap, I've always heard Mr. Gu Long say that there are two oldest professions in the world. The first is assassin. Wherever there are people, there are assassins.

Another one is prostitution. It's an ancient profession that exists in every dynasty, country, and even race. There was even a Jianghu organization called Baihualou, which was a killer organization.

The vast majority of people in that organization had joined after experiencing the depravity of the world.

It is said that the organization has never failed in its missions to assassinate anyone, because their only weapon is themselves; there are no knives, guns, arrows, or bloodshed.

They always finished off their opponents with the silver hairpin in their hair after the enemy had released the evil liquid from their body, when the enemy was at their weakest.

Of course, this is just a scene I saw when I read a novel before. I just wanted to talk about the tradition and background of that great profession.

But I never expected that flies would have such an industry chain. People always say that city people are really good at having fun, but now even city flies are so good at having fun?