Curry was at Yan Luo's cousin's place.
The cousin's home was in an old residential compound. When I arrived, Curry was tied to the staircase banister outside the door. Its once sleek and glossy fur had turned dull and gray, and its body was so dirty that the hair was matted into tangled strands.
It was lying listlessly on the floor, next to a filthy stainless steel bowl filled with dirty leftovers, with two flies buzzing around it.
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