Beibei cut a strip of meat from the frozen steak, then waved it in front of the rural dog.
The strip of meat wriggled like an earthworm, but the rural dog's appetite didn't seem very high... It didn't have any appetite at all.
Ever since it had been brought into the Second-hand Appliance Shop, it had stayed curled up in the corner. There was even a shelf beside it—completely hiding itself in this cramped yet exceptionally safe place.
"I thought I was already enough of a shut-in before, but I never expected you to be even more of one... What's your name? Can I call you Little Bei?" Beibei was squatting with her chin resting in both hands. "My name is Beibei, Bei as in seashell. Hello!"
The rural dog... Little Bei, who had just been given a name, acted as if she hadn't heard. She didn't even raise her drooping ears.
It really looked like a completely useless dog.
But the girl seemed to have flipped on a switch, talking to herself about all sorts of unrelated things. In the end, Little Bei still didn't nibble on the beef strip.
Suddenly, the sound of someone slapping the rolling shutter came from outside.
The girl who had been talking to herself stood up in an instant. As she rose, she reversed her grip on the knife she had been using to cut the beef and pressed it against her arm.
Her gaze turned exceptionally cold as well.
Little Bei opened her eyes to a slit, glanced over, and then returned to her listlessness.
The slapping at the rolling shutter hadn't stopped. Beibei approached, pressed her ear closer, and listened carefully while watching the image on the surveillance monitor.
The person knocking outside was a short-haired young woman... Beibei frowned and