Ruby looked at the cook, “How often do you pour your water? How do you pour it?”
When the cook listened to Ruby’s questioning, her face became uneasy, “Usually every morning there will be a slop of water, we go out through the back door and fall down, but we are not many, and sometimes we forget it in the morning.”
“Then how many times have you poured in these two days?” Ruby asked as he stepped forward to look at the bucket. At the moment, the bucket was filled with food waste in half a bucket and half a bucket. Somewhat pungent.
“I have poured it three or five times in the past few days. I only poured it once yesterday morning.”
The cook answered cautiously, and Ruby frowned. These wild cats ran in, mostly to find food, but the bucket here has been poured several times, so why does the cat still die?
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