Resident Evil Redemption

"Hello, girl!" Shrine just opened the door and came in, when a long-haired man in a punk suit came out of the back room, walked to the counter unhurriedly, looked at her police uniform, and asked jokingly, " Do you want to buy a police dog?"

"Hello, sir," Shrine replied politely, and took out his ID "RPD. Sir, I have something to ask you"

"I know who you are, sir." The man leaned lazily on the counter, resting his chin on one hand. "Just tell me anything."

"This." Shrine took out a broken leather collar from the bag, and the gold-plated metal plate embedded in the belt was engraved with the dog and the owner's information, "About this, what do you want to tell me?"

The man took the collar with great interest, held it in his hand, and squinted at it.

"Ricky? Ricky...JohnC what..." The man thought for a while, "Wait, I seem to remember this dog..."

"Let's hear it." Shrine's eyes lit up.

"Ah, I see! Maybe John's old dog! John Clemens, that funny guy."

"What happened to his dog?"

"Actually, he hasn't been here for a long time, about three or four months. I can't remember." The man rubbed his chin, frowning, trying to recall, "I remember the last time he came At the time, Ricky was in a very bad state."

"Is it starting to get cranky?"

"No, it's not...I just always feel that it is going to die." The man pursed his lips, pushed the collar to Shrine, tapped his fingers on the table, and said, "But I'm curious, how did you do it?" to this?"

"You know what happened in West Park." Shrine curled his lips.

"Oh, I know. Poor boys. You suspect that old dog did it?"

"No. I have no doubts," Shrine replied.She already knew how to speak bureaucratically. "I hope you will cooperate with the investigation and provide John Clemens' address."

"Oh, Miss, I don't know about that." The man spread his hands, "My place is just a pet shop."

"..." Shrine was silent for a while, "Where can this thing be made to order?"

According to the man's instructions, Shrine finally found the shop that specializes in customizing dog tags on the third day of the field trip.She called up all business records and customer information in the past two years on the grounds of performing official duties.The hard work paid off, and she finally found the information and address of John Clemens.She felt that she seemed to be one step closer to the truth.

Shrine was going to chat with this dog master who didn't seem too responsible.