Chapter 19 Section VI

After Yamada paid the bill for me, we left the Chinese restaurant.The result of the two people's discussion was that I stayed at her house for a while, and I also mentioned to her that I had quarreled with my parents and I was going to throw away my pet dog.I have never understood the feelings of those who threw pets before, but tonight I seem to be able to understand.I was extremely restless and very depressed that day. If you want to go to Yamada’s house, you have to take the tram. There is still a little time before the last tram, but there are quite a lot of people waiting for the train at the station.I was still in my pajamas and felt very embarrassed, but now I have no choice but to choose a car with fewer people.

"I want to transplant Pochi and that piece of skin to someone else." But Yamada was troubled. "Is this kind of thing really possible?" Neither of us knew anything about skin grafts. "And do you think someone would want a piece of skin with a dog tattoo on it? If someone likes a dog tattoo, he wouldn't ask for someone else's skin, but he would have someone pierce it on himself." Yamada continued speaking cautiously. "If you really want to get Pochi off your body, you might as well get rid of the tattoos. There's a way." I shook my head, I couldn't bear to kill Pochi.If it is my own dog, I will transfer it to the health center.

"In short, let's check the skin transplant on the Internet first, and then see if anyone is willing to accept dog tattoos." After Yamada finished speaking, he took my hand and stood up.The tram doors opened and we arrived.When I stood up from my seat, my body felt as heavy as lead. "It doesn't matter if you live in my house, but you should call back." As soon as we got to Yamada's house, she put the microphone in my hand.I agree, but I'm not in the mood to talk to my parents right now, even over the phone.In order to reassure her, I dialed a random number and pretended to be talking to my parents.

Going into the bathroom and stripping naked, I immediately started looking for Pochi.If it was before, when I called it by its name, it would ha, ha, agree, and then appear on my left arm.But this time it didn't show up. I checked my back with the mirror again, but there was still no sign of Pochi.Maybe it's avoiding me like usual again, then I can't find it, I can just imagine its bulging cheeks now. I decided to leave Pochi alone, since he couldn't get out of my body anyway. The next day, I got permission to fiddle with the computer in Yamada's house, looking online for someone willing to get a dog tattoo.Although I don't have a computer myself, Yamada taught me a little bit, and I unexpectedly found that the operation is very simple.

"Honestly, don't get your hopes up." Yamada told me this, and then he went to a homepage related to tattoos. The name of the homepage was "TATTOO House". I asked Yamada: "Why is it called 'home'?" Yamada told me this: "Anyway, it's like saying 'what, what's a family', just using the word 'home'." There seems to be a very good homepage, and soft music sounds as soon as you get to the door.What I mean is to stand at the door, but actually it means to enter the homepage of the homepage, and the music is also coming from the computer speakers.But since I'm someone who is obsessed with these things, I feel like I'm a resident of this page.

The background is bright blue, followed by a "Welcome" billboard, and several doors.It is said to be a door, but it is actually just a pattern. Below each door is an explanation of what is behind the door. Yamada told me that the administrator of this homepage is a young OL, and the administrator is also the owner of this homepage. "Then I wrote the message on the message board." Yamada said this to me, and then put the palm-shaped cursor on a door that said "Message Board", and clicked lightly to enter this homepage.I was curious about many things in it, and wandered around in it.Yamada, who is used to this place, cast a look at me, meaning: You are also this kind of person.

Behind that door is of course a message board, where there are messages left by people who have been here.I browsed through the previous messages and found a lot of information related to tattoos. I saw people who wanted to get tattoos left all kinds of questions, and then a person named "Yamada" patiently gave advice. "Who is this 'Yamada'?" "Of course it's me." Yamada touched his chin and replied. "Haven't you ever thought of choosing another name?" I looked at the names of other people, and there were many interesting names among them.Fake names can be used here.

"You see, the name 'Yamada' doesn't happen to exist here, so you just use your own name?" "Don't worry about this." After Yamada finished speaking, he wrote a message on the message board, asking if anyone would like a dog tattoo. "...name is Pochi, male, three centimeters long, with blue fur..." Looks like those little advertisements on the main street poles. After writing the message, Yamada immediately wanted to go to other homepages related to tattoos.I asked her if there were many similar homepages, and she nodded and told me the addresses of those homepages.

"But I still want to check it out on this homepage." I've grown to love it here. "Why don't you click on the other doors?" I went back to the home page again and clicked on a door called "Gallery".When I went inside, I found a few photos of tattoos.This seems to be the tattoo on the skin of the OL, the owner of the homepage. Explanations and related memories are written under each photo.Under one photo, it was written: "This swallowtail tattoo was designed by myself, and it was tattooed on the second day after the breakup..." I read the other comments and found that this person liked his tattoo very much, and Be proud of it.

"Being able to build a homepage like this shows that this OL likes tattoos very much," said Yamada, who was looking at the photos with his arms crossed. "Go to the 'chat room' next, but it's empty most of the time." Yamada clicked on a door marked "Chat Room," with a brief note underneath: Let's chat around the table.Yamada simply explained to me that a "chat room" is a place to chat with people simultaneously. When I went inside, I found that it was not consistent with what Yamada said. There were people in the chat room.That person is called "Watch Rabbit" and seems to be a man.No, it's more like a rabbit wearing a watch than a person.

I imagined there was a table here, following the note written under the door.I pictured the table in the middle of the room, and the watch rabbit resting his elbows on the table, staring at his favorite pocket watch.Just then Yamada came over. Yamada said: "Hi, long time no see." Watch Rabbit replied: "Oh, oh, it's so rare to meet you here." The two of them had a pleasant chat for a while, maybe they used this method to collect information and expand their interpersonal relationship.I also want to sit at the table and chat, but there is only one keyboard for speaking. Not long after, Yamada was about to end the chat when Watch Rabbit said something surprising. Watch Rabbit said: "By the way, do you know about the tattooed dog? It seems that someone is looking for the girl with the tattooed dog." In front of the computer screen, Yamada and I looked at each other. Watch Rabbit continued: "It seems that the man almost died in the hospital last month, but was rescued by a girl, but he forgot to ask the girl's name. The girl seems to have a tattoo of a dog on her body. Now that man His subordinates are collecting information about tattooed dogs on tattoo-related homepages. This topic is all the rage." Yamada asked about the people who collected the information. It turned out that the person rescued by the tattooed girl was the president of a famous company. Even I knew his name.The president wanted to find the savior and thanked her. Watch Rabbit said: "It must be a great gift." Yamada: "Maybe a hundred carrots." Watch Rabbit: "Carrot? No, it must be money, money! The so-called thank you gift must be money!" The girl with the tattoo was probably me, and I felt restless when I thought of the possible thank you gift from the other party.If I told the old man Boqi rescued about my family's situation, he might help us pay for the expensive surgery. Yamada and I got on the tram immediately and rushed to the company run by the old man.That company is in the city where we live, and from the fact that the old man lives in a hospital near my house, the company should not be far away. I looked at the surrounding buildings and found that one was particularly tall.People who enter and exit the building are office workers, and it takes a certain amount of courage to enter. We spoke to the woman on reception about the tattoos, and she gave us a look of disbelief, then picked up the phone as if calling for someone to come over. After a while, a short man with glasses appeared in front of us, and he led us to a sofa in the lobby. "Where did you hear about the girl with the tattoo?" The man asked seriously.Yamada replied that he saw it on the Internet. "Actually, I have to tell if it's really the girl with the dog tattoo." Listening to the man's explanation, it seems that this information was widely circulated in the tattoo world, and some people came to impostors as a result. "So we concealed what kind of tattooed dog, what part of the body it is tattooed on, etc. I heard a lot from the president about his savior, that is, the girl with the tattoo, so if anyone else comes Imposter, just take a tattoo and say that you are the president's savior, I can recognize it at a glance. Then let me see your tattoo now." I don't know what to do, although he asked me to show him the tattoo, but the blue puppy on the tattoo has gone to hide somewhere else. "Now, I can't show it to you. There's a reason for that, but I'm the girl with the tattoo. If I see the president, he'll definitely think of me." The man sighed, seeming to conclude that I was another imposter. "That tattoo is a blue dog, right? It's tattooed on the left arm? This kind of information is only known to me, isn't it?" The man nodded in surprise. "That's true, but if you can't see it with your own eyes..." We've been kicked out of the building and I need the money now anyway.So on the tram back, I began to think about the tattooed dog hunt. I first prepare to use food to trap, and start to execute.I'm going to have Yamada stab a piece of flesh above my left arm and wait for Pochi to show up.That gluttonous Pochi, it will definitely come out when it sees the meat. As usual, Yamada stabbed a boneless piece of flesh on my left arm. I sat down on the chair, put my left elbow on the table, and adjusted my posture so that the flesh on my left arm was easy to see. However, Pochi didn't show up even after a long time passed after Meat's tattoo was completed.I was a little tired from staring, and my attention began to scatter. I took another look at the flesh, and Pochi still didn't show up.So he moved his eyes away again, and then repeated the same action. Twenty minutes passed.Just a few seconds after I took my eyes off the pattern of flesh on my arm disappeared completely.Oops!It was too late when I thought about it. Pochi seems to have discovered my intention to hunt it down. So I saw that I wasn't looking at Kong'er on my left arm, and ran away with the meat in my mouth. This feeling is like fishing, but the bait is taken away by the fish when the fish is not caught. "But when did it run to the side of the meat?" I was puzzled, its legs were not so fast, it could not appear and disappear immediately.It can only move ten centimeters a second. "Could it have used the inner side of the arm that we didn't pay attention to? If the meat is taken away, the most effective escape route is to hide the meat inside the arm. For it, first hide where we can't see, Then it couldn’t be easier to escape. Sneak quietly to places we can’t see, hide in the inside of the arm, then aim at the space that we didn’t stare at, run to the surface of the arm to grab the meat, and then hide in the inside .The shortest distance to get food is an arm's length." Then from somewhere in my body came the dog's "bark" sound, which sounded like it was mocking us. The bastard!How dare you tease us humans! Next, we decided to tattoo a fake Pochi. As long as there is a blue tattooed dog on the upper left arm, even if it is not real, we should be able to hide it from the president. Yamada tattooed a fake pochi on my left arm, which was exactly the same as the real pochi in even the smallest details.But after sticking to the skin, the color looks weird.It may take a few days for it to turn into a stable color. At some point, the fake Pochi disappeared from his left arm.No need to look for it, the fake bocci is on my lap.I was wearing shorts and could see two blue dogs sitting side by side on my left thigh.Pochi might have bitten the same dog painted on his left arm and dragged it to my lap. Even if I showed them the dog tattooed on my thigh, they wouldn't believe that I was the president's savior.We don't have a way to get a tattoo back on the left arm if it's gone to the thigh. Pochi looked at me as if he understood our distress, and smiled with his teeth bared. Misa-e called the Yamada family.Although I haven't contacted my family, it seems that they guessed that I would be here. "She said that Kaoru will be hospitalized soon." I told Yamada about the phone call. She was opening cans for her dog. I became anxious. If I could prove that I was his savior, the president might pay for the operation for us so that the family could be treated.If this is the case, my parents will definitely look at me with admiration. But how can we draw Pochi to the left arm?And it is also necessary to let it stay there, and not let it run away.Pochi wouldn't move if he didn't blink.Even if the two of them wanted to do this, it was impossible to stare at Pochi without blinking.When walking or riding a train, his eyes would definitely take his eyes off Pochi. And more importantly, he didn't know how to lure Pochi to his left arm.It must have figured out that we were trying desperately to lure it out. I realized once again how difficult it is to control a dog the way I want.I can't train a dog myself.I pictured myself raising a real dog.Putting a collar around the dog's neck while walking, and then leading the leash, even then the dog will definitely not go in the direction I want. Yamada was still opening the can with a can opener, Ma Bin was already drooling when he heard the sound, and got as close to Yamada as the rope allowed.Mabin's collar is tied with a black rope, and the rope is connected to the dog's pen. what!I thought carefully about the time when I was feeding Pochi.The utensils for tattooing can only be used freely after 7:30 every day, so every time the tattoo is finished, I will hear that sound. I looked at my watch, it was almost five o'clock.I can't let Ma Bin eat food for the time being, I'm really sorry for it, but I still dragged Yamada by the neck and dragged her to the shop. "What are you doing?" "I thought of a way to lure Pochi out. I believe in the learning ability of dogs." I sat down on the chair and asked Yamada to prepare the tattoo for me. When the long hands of the owl clock pointed to twelve, the mechanism inside started to move, and a white owl came out from inside.The owl made a goofy hoot, the same hoot that Poky heard every time he was being fed. I looked at my left arm, and Pochi was already sitting there drooling.As soon as I heard the hooting of the owl, it even forgot to escape from its owner, and finally reappeared on my left arm. The dog in Pavlov's experiments, you are wonderful!I asked Yamada to get a tattoo on my skin. It's a very simple tattoo, and it should be done in a short time.During that time, we took turns blinking to prevent Pochi from escaping.