"Insects?" Zheng Qing briefly paused the kitchen knife in his hand, he looked up at his roommate, his tone somewhat puzzled: "Didn't we rule out that possibility yesterday? There's no specific type of carrion beetle that helps dehydrate animals."
At this point, he couldn't help but laugh, feeling like he had just told a very interesting joke.
But no one responded positively to it.
Zheng Qing had to clear his throat and added, "I know the carrion beetles had eaten half of that poor kappa, but what I want to know is, before these beetles, who was the culprit who sucked the essence from the jade plate on the kappa's head, leaving it withered."
"Insects." Xiao Xiao repeated his answer.
He propped his elbows on the table, his hands folded upon each other, palm bracing his chin, indifferently looking at the freshly placed sunflower on the table, he resolutely and swiftly said, "You guys patrolling once encountered a crying kappa, right? What did that kappa say?"
