Bai Lin shrugged her shoulders indifferently. "I don't know. Maybe the cat doesn't have a sense of smell and sight, so they can only lick to make sure if there's food."
Ye Xing laughed and said, "This is ridiculous. How can there be such a cat? If it doesn't have a nose or eyes, it's a monster."
Bai Lin chuckled. "Which cat would kill? Who said that something that meows is a cat?"
Ye Xing swallowed her saliva and insisted, "Bai Lin, your deduction is wrong. Maybe it's because these people love to be clean and insist on washing the dishes?"
Bai Lin looked at her expressionlessly and said, "Yeah, the corpses that are stuffed into the stove will crawl out after the meowing at midnight and use their twisted hands to carefully wash the dishes."
