Let’s talk about Hua Tiancheng. When he first entered the surgical building of Xijing People’s Hospital, he happened to meet the old courtyard with silver heads. After seeing Hua Tiancheng, the old courtyard asked in surprise: “Why are you here? Isn’t Wen Yong all dead?”

"Old Dean, did Wen Yong stop at the morgue?" Hua Tiancheng asked anxiously.

"Yes, President Hua, what are you going to do? You'd better not touch Wen Yong's body, otherwise you will have greater trouble." The old dean reminded.

Hua Tiancheng said without hesitation: "I want to look at Wen Yong for the last time. His face is so good. Why is he so short-lived? I want to find the reason."

"Oh, so that's the case? Are you sure to find the reason?" The old dean and Hua Tiancheng were already very familiar with each other, but they were said to be friends for ages.

"I'm sure to find the reason." Seeing Hua Tiancheng say this, the old dean thought for a while: "By our relationship, I can ask you to see him again, but you must move quickly. If the deceased's family appears, it will be difficult for the hospital."

"Director, I'll go in alone, you'll look at me at the door. It takes me five to ten minutes." The dean took out the key from the morgue duty room and took Hua Tiancheng to the door of the morgue. The old yard reminded again: "Move quickly, the hospital has regulations, and the morgue is not allowed to enter at will."

"Haha, I'm also a doctor, aren't I?" After saying that, Hua Tiancheng quickly walked in from the opened door and turned on the morgue lights.

There were names written on the mortal beds. Hua Tiancheng unveiled the white sheets. Wen Yong still did not close his eyes after his death, as if he was full of nostalgia for the world. Wen Yong's face turned pale like a piece of paper, because of excessive blood loss.

Hua Tiancheng looked at Wen Yong's body and said, "Wen Yong, we meet again. I want to know what you did in your lifetime that was harmful to nature. Otherwise, you would not have lived so short because your appearance is very good."

After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes, and then used his thoughts to open the sky eye between his eyebrows. When a blue light appeared in Hua Tiancheng's sky eye, when it came into contact with the dead Wen Yong's gaze, the three lights slowly merged together.

Thirty seconds later, Hua Tiancheng saw a shocked scene in Wen Yong's brain storage information: In the picture, Wen Yong seemed very young, probably about twenty-eight years old at that time, he was tied with a big black leather apron, and he was holding a white fox in his hand. The fox's mouth and front paws were tied with a rope. He was holding the fox's hind legs, and he threw the fox with a hideous face.

The white fox was thrown into blood and his mouth was constantly wailing in despair. The white fox, who had been thrown for almost five minutes, finally died. Wen Yong was afraid that the fox would suddenly recover and escape, so he stepped on the white fox's neck with his feet wearing boots, and his face looked very excited.

You can also see the large iron cage for raising foxes in the picture. It is probably a fox breeding base. The other white foxes, black foxes and red foxes in the cage kept wailing: "Wow-Wow-Wow-Wow-" The fox's screams were miserable and sad. Many foxes had tears in their eyes and kept hitting the iron cage with their heads, but the iron cage was too strong. Several white foxes hit their heads and had not yet knocked them open.

What shocked Hua Tiancheng in particular was that the howling of these foxes was like many children crying, and his heart was tangled together...

When Wenyong walked towards the iron cage, Hua Tiancheng saw a white fox in the iron cage and knelt down for Wenyong, his eyes full of tears, as if he was praying for Wenyong to let him go.

Wen Yong picked up a small anesthesia gun from the iron cage and hit a black fox on the body. The black fox was scared and paralyzed on the spot. This familiar owner had been feeding them. What's wrong with this today?

Why did the master kill them? These foxes were confused and didn't know what they had done wrong. They didn't want to die, and they were also nostalgic for this world. After being pulled out of the cage, the black fox endured the same tragic fate.

Soon, many foxes who were killed by Wenyong died, some white, some red, some black, and some flowers. They did not escape their miserable fate. Then Hua Tiancheng saw that Wenyong picked up a knife and cut off the heads of the dead foxes, stacked them against the wall layer by layer. Looking at the bleeding eyes in each of them, Hua Tiancheng's heart trembled.

He said in his heart: Although these foxes are all breeding foxes to make money, why do you have to kill them one by one? Is there no better way? Hua Tiancheng couldn't bear to read it down, and he found a picture in Wen Yong's memory bank.

In the picture, Wen Yong looked younger, only twenty-five years old. He saw a narcotic gun in his hand. A thin wild sheep fell on the snow. Wen Yong excitedly carried a very sharp steel knife, rushed over and turned around the sheep's neck with a knife, then gently cut the sheep's belly, and then turned and cut the four hooves of the antelope with a knife, with a very skillful movement.

Finally, Wen Yong bit the bloody knife into his mouth, and pulled the sheep's skin with both hands. The sheep's skin fell off, but the sheep was still alive. When the sheep's anesthetic passed, he woke up and struggled to stand up hard, his body was still steaming, and after an extremely miserable scream in his mouth, Hua Tiancheng's eyes became moist.

He saw an unclothed sheep running in the snow. Two flying eagles rushed over in the sky and fell on the sheep that was still running desperately to eat. The sheep screamed in her mouth, as if crying at the sky: "My cotton coat - why is it like this?" The pitiful look was beyond words, but Wen Yong was laughing...

When Hua Tiancheng saw this, he suddenly closed his eyes, opened his eyes, and closed Wen Yong's eyes hard. Looking at Wen Yong's corpse, Hua Tiancheng was shocked and said to himself: "Humans are the most terrifying animals in the world. They have supreme wisdom, but they do not have a conscience that matches wisdom.

Wen Yong, you were born as a human being, this is retribution. The way of heaven has reincarnation, who has God spared? No matter who, as long as you do something that harms the sky, you will always come back in another way. Animals are always animals, but sometimes humans are not humans.
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