Puer, who had just finished her late-night snack, walked into the bedroom, looked at Kevin lying in his dog bed, and asked:
"Stupid dog, what are you doing?"
"Woof."
"Choosing coordinates?"
"Woof."
"Did that old man give you this compass?"
"Woof."
"He told you to fiddle with the compass with your paws and pick some random coordinates?"
"Woof."
"And then the coffin containing his remains would be teleported to those coordinates? But why did he want you to do that?"
"Woof."
"He said he wanted a dog to end his life, which had been as much of a mess as a dog's?"
"Woof."
"He also said it was a perfect match?"
"Woof."
"Oh, you poor stupid dog. That old man really did take you for a dog."
Puer walked over, reached out a paw, and stroked Kevin's bald head. "Only I get to call you a stupid dog. Nobody else does."
Kevin nodded.
"So, where did you send him?"
"Woof."
"You're saying you've already cracked the compass's positioning system?"
"Woof."
"You even moved the destination out of the countercurrent space?"
"Woof."
"Haha, you set his destination to our house?"
Puer suddenly stopped laughing and hurriedly asked:
"Wait, stupid dog, where in the house did you send him?"
Kevin turned to look at the big bed in the master bedroom.
"Oh, heavens, damn it, you stupid dog, I'll burn you! That's my bed! That's my and Kallen's bed!"
Puer frantically scratched Kevin's bald head with her paws.
"You did it on purpose! You did it on purpose, didn't you? This is revenge for making you sleep in the adjoining room, isn't it?"
Feeling terribly wronged, Kevin lowered his head and pointed a paw beneath the bed.
"Oh... you're saying that, out of the entire house, you've only set up a magic