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The Golden Retriever pushed hard against the bushes overhead and struggled through a gap in the fence.
Susie looked around warily, then lowered her head, licked the fur on her paw, and bit off a small tuft.
She checked her body again, turned around several times, and carefully studied her shadow.
"Mm, I'm still a dog. I haven't turned into a human..."
It let out a very human sigh of relief. After checking the leather bag on its chest, it quickly ran away from the Estate.
Susie ran swiftly, crossing drainage channels and broad carriage roads, passing roadside wildflowers and strange passersby, heading straight for the Storm Church in the bustling northern district.
However, as she ran, Susie noticed more and more people whose appearances and clothing did not match their behavior. She cautiously entered the northern district, but the situation did not improve. Instead, it grew worse.
Most people would not notice a dog running around. Besides, Susie wore a little necklace with gold-rimmed spectacles and carried a small leather bag. Her golden fur was smooth and glossy, and she looked very well-mannered. At a glance, she was clearly a pedigree dog carefully raised by a wealthy household, not a stray, making people even less likely to pay attention to her.
In this way, Susie cautiously navigated a loophole in the rules of "identity confusion," making her way onward.
While passing through a park, she gradually slowed down, panting with her tongue out and wagging her tail like an ordinary dog as she ran around the nearby flower beds and bushes.
A large crowd of people from all walks of life was strangely running in one particular direction, as though something there were summoning them.
While acting like an ordinary dog, Susie cautiously followed, trailing far behind. She