CHAPTER 172 GROUP A PHOTO

"This building looks like an urn," Marai said, rubbing her chin and gesturing in the air, "The cat should be locked inside. Someone, or something else, comes to open the door for it every day." 　　 "Each household should prepare food for it on time. If it doesn't get fed, it puts people in the hearth and kills them." 　　 Vima frowned, puzzled, "But those who didn't cook still had traces of using the bowls and chopsticks. How do you explain that?" 　　 Marai shrugged indifferently, "I don't know. Maybe the cat doesn't have a sense of smell or sight, so it can only go over and lick to check if there's food." 　　 Amber scoffed, "That's too far-fetched. What kind of cat is that? No nose, no eyes, isn't that a monster?" 　　 Marai chuckled, "Which family's cat would kill people? Who says the thing making the cat noise is actually a cat?" 　　 Amber gulped nervously, still insisting, "Marai, you're wrong. Maybe these households are just very clean and must wash their dishes?" 　　　 Marai