After some time, Ning Tao slowly opened his eyes. He struggled to his feet and looked at his right wrist. The wound from the black dog had scarred over, but he still felt a dull ache in it. "That damn mad dog!" Ning Tao got angry at the thought of the black dog. Boom! There was a sudden jolt in Ning Tao's mind, like a door was opened and something was flooding into his head! It was smell, all kinds of smell. He smelled the blood, the disinfectant, the dust, the plastic, the iron, the synthetic fiber, even his own smell... There was no telling how many smells came into his nose and his brain processed them into corresponding messages, some clear, some vague, some familiar, some strange which he had never sensed. "I..." Ning Tao stood stupefied. Momentarily, he remembered the black dog and the knowledge of dogs. Dogs were capable of smelling two million differe
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