The night was deep.
Near the Xieqiao Garden drainage canal, Tiger Stripes stopped at an intersection, his head down, sniffing everywhere.
He spun in a few circles, suddenly barked twice, and shot off.
"Got something."
Shen Xin quickly followed.
Along with him were Ding Yuwei, Dong Yueming, and Lao Lin.
Tiger Stripes was very fast. He ran forward about sixty or seventy meters, went down the steps by the roadside, and onto the landscaped path along the drainage canal.
When they caught up, under the glow of the colorful decorative lights on the canal's guardrail, Tiger Stripes was barking at a white-haired old man.
The old man waved his hands at the dog, a little flustered.
"Tiger Stripes."
Shen Xin quickly called Tiger Stripes off.
Looking at the old man, Dong Yueming, who was panting from the run, let out a long sigh of relief. He quickly picked up his walkie-talkie and said, "Lao Li, tell the person who filed the report that we've found him."
