"Egyptian Cat God, I died, revived, this."
Hearing Jerry's explanation, Catwoman instinctively assumed he was talking nonsense. But just then, some long-buried memories suddenly surged into her mind.
It was what she had seen when she had been swept into the river and drowned, just as her soul was about to leave her body.
She saw the tabby cat Jerry had mentioned—the very one that had been on the air conditioner unit earlier. It stood on her corpse and let out a meow at her, and she woke up.
Rolling to her feet, Catwoman leaped nimbly off the bed and landed directly on the chair before the desk. No longer afraid of Jerry beside her, she crouched on the chair and began rapidly searching on the computer.
Very quickly, she found countless legends about the Egyptian Cat God on the internet, as well as all kinds of legendary stories about Catwomen throughout history.
"What do you plan to do?"
Jerry raised a paw, intending to lick it, but reason quickly overcame his body's instinct, and he forcibly stopped the unnecessary gesture.
Catwoman, meanwhile, stood there stunned for quite a while before slowly replying:
"If that's true, then I'll find the person who hunted me down, figure out why he wanted to kill me, and make him pay for it."
"I can help you. Consider it payment for the next few days' rent."
Jerry replied.
Based on the information he had found in the main world and compared with the current situation, he already knew that Catwoman's killer was actually Laurel, the owner of her cosmetics company.
The miraculous cosmetics Laurel's company was currently producing, which could restore youth, had enormous side effects. Long-term use would cause the skin to completely lose feeling.
And if users stopped using them for a