Chapter Forty-Nine: Strange Things

The news spread quickly, and the cat-faced old lady lived in the mountains, a place that no one had ever been to before. It was a cliff with a towering ancient tree growing on it, and she built a thatched house under the tree, and there were orchids growing on the side of the grass house, and ginseng, and she relied on ginseng to prolong her life, and some people said that she was an old goblin, and she lived for more than a hundred years.

Some people say that the cat-faced lady has yin and yang eyes, can see the charm and spirit, and knows the art of I Ching divination.

Some people say that the cat-faced old lady used to be a teacher, and she took refuge in the mountains and forests during the Cultural Revolution.

This was confirmed, and the fucking director invited the cat-faced lady to the Forest Public Security Bureau.

Professor Liang asked, in what year did you start living in the mountains?

Cat-faced granny said, 1968.

That year, the Cultural Revolution was in full swing, and the cat-faced old lady seemed to have foresight, and she chose to avoid the chaos in the mountains.

Professor Liang felt sad that the mother of the beast child Xiaomengquan was avoiding family planning, and the cat-faced old lady was avoiding the Cultural Revolution movement.

The cat-faced old lady lived alone on the cliffs of the barren mountains, the mountains were so steep that it was difficult for people to climb up, and perhaps for thousands of years, no one but this old woman had ever been to this cliff. There are several naturally formed rock houses on the cliff face, which are piled up with debris picked up by the cat-faced old lady. As we mentioned earlier, there is a large dung heap in the state-owned forest farm, where the garbage of the whole county is concentrated. The cat-faced lady's daily necessities are all picked up from the garbage heap. One night, a landfill worker who lives in a shack at a recycling station, saw a monster with white hair like snow climbing up a huge garbage heap, which he thought was a dream.

Her knowledge comes from the garbage heap, and her abilities are acquired unconsciously.

There is everything in the garbage heap, from the Chinese Tao Te Ching to the philosophical history of ancient Greece, from Hugo's crying to Marquez's laughter, from the snowy days of 49 years to the rainy nights of 89 years, this garbage heap is a treasure trove, and the formation and accumulation of the treasure house is done by the scrap buyers, who are constantly dumping here at a price of a few cents per catty, becoming a gold mountain that disappears at any time. She picks up a lot of books from the waste paper pile, and reading is the only way she can pass the time on the cliff.

The old tree used to have a tire hanging on it, which shows that the cat-faced old lady also has childlike fun in her heart, and it is a swing.

She sits on a swing, looks at the night sky, studies the stars, and ponders the profound questions of the I Ching.

The cat-faced old lady is almost omnipotent, knows physics, knows how to save effort, and the ancient trees on the cliffs are her helpers, and she uses a winch and a pulley set. Add a rope and lift the pickup to the top of the cliff. She had intended to make a windmill to generate electricity, but in the process of ascending the cliff, the lamp fell and fell into the grass.

A street lamp that would not light was stuck in the wilderness and fell into the primeval forest.

What a poetic picture.

The cat-faced old lady staggered along, this woman was too old, years ago, she used to sit under the street lamp in this wilderness, and the snow or rain fell, and at that time, she raised a wounded deer and pulled back a street lamp with a sled.

She sat under her street lamp, accompanied by a lame deer.

For decades, no one has ever passed by

Here, this unlit street lamp belongs to her alone.

Is this old man lonely, does she sit in the dark, she has not lost her ability to speak, she speaks to the deer, she speaks to herself to the wind: you will not become an oil lamp, unless you carry the night on your shoulders.

For decades, every time the white-haired old woman traveled, there were witnesses who saw it, and although she carefully avoided crowded places and chose to go to her garbage dump at night, every witness could not believe her eyes, no one thought she was a person, and she became the legendary cat-faced old lady who killed people and sucked blood.

She collects wild fruits, sometimes steals buds and cotton from villagers, and her teeth have fallen out, which directly proves that she is not the murderer of the mother and son in Xiangyang Village.

The fucking director invited the cat-faced old lady to the forest public security bureau, and there were constantly villagers who wanted to see the cat-faced old lady, and people didn't know who the cat-faced old lady's surname was and where her home was, only that she was an old woman who was very good at fortune-telling. The little lantern and the old lantern add fuel and vinegar to depict the magical ability of the cat-faced old lady, and people are even more convinced. In many parts of our country, there are some very spiritual fortune tellers or goddesses, who can predict fate and know a person's past and future.

At first, some people pleaded with the public security bureau to find the cat-faced old lady for divination, and later, there was an endless stream of people who came to tell fortunes every day.

Professor Liang said to the fucking director: Is it appropriate to tell fortunes in the Public Security Bureau?

The fucking director said: Ang, the old lady doesn't charge, and I also meet the needs of the masses.

Although some people were afraid of the cat-faced old lady and were scared away when they saw her face, most of the villagers who came to tell the fortune were shocked by the cat-faced old lady's divination, they said "God" and "too accurate", and some people took the initiative to give money, but the cat-faced old lady resolutely refused to accept it.

Professor Liang asked a question about the universe, which was also to test the ability of the cat-faced old lady.

The cat-faced old lady replied: The truth of the universe is in the dust.

Professor Leung said: Where is the boundary between time and space?

The cat-faced old lady said: We imagine an ant crawling over the newspaper spread on the table, we think that the ant is a flat creature, a point, moving on a two-dimensional newspaper plane, it takes a certain amount of time to climb from one end of the newspaper to the other. If the newspaper is rolled up from the middle, the two edges of the newspaper are connected together, the starting point is connected to the end point, and the two dimensions are curled into three dimensions, the ant magically only needs to take one step to be able to travel from the starting point to the end point at a speed that it cannot reach. The speed of an ant can be compared to the speed of light that the Chéng Rén class devours and understands. Human beings live in a three-dimensional space, the universe is a high-dimensional space, and people in the three-dimensional world cannot understand the twelve-dimensional space, at least not now.

The cat-faced old lady is famous, and some people even drive from other places to find the cat-faced old lady to tell fortunes, and some officials and reporters also come here. The cat-faced old lady suddenly got tired of telling people, and in the evening of this day, she said: The last one.

Su Mei said: Old woman, are you leaving?

The cat-faced old lady said, "Yes, I should go."

Bao Chu said: You have to go back to the mountains.

The cat-faced old lady said, "No."

Hualong said: The director takes good care of your old man, and he will definitely not let you go.

The cat-faced old lady said: I'm going to another place.

The last one to tell the fortune was Wei Blacksmith from Xiangyang Village, and there was a pale young man, he said that the young man was his son, called Wei Honghui, and strangely, the people in the village rarely saw this son of Wei Blacksmith. Wei Honghui usually hardly leaves the house, only at night, will he walk in the village, meet people, will be very shy, do not say hello, bow his head and walk by.

The Fuck Director frees up a storeroom for the cat-faced old lady to live in, and this hut is also where she usually gives fortune tellers.

The room was basic, with a table, two chairs, and a bed.

The cat-faced old lady sat at the table, the blacksmith Wei sat across from her, and Wei Hong would stand next to her.

The cat-faced old lady seemed a little scared, she could calculate the fate of others, and she also knew her life and death, and this day had finally come.

Blacksmith Wei said: Actually, we are here to see you.

The cat-faced old lady said, "I know."

Blacksmith Wei said: My child is sick.

The cat-faced old lady said: I have been waiting for this day for a long time.

Blacksmith Wei said: Can you cure my child's illness, help.

Wei blacksmith closed the door and locked the door, Wei Honghui was a little embarrassed, and slowly took off his shirt. The young man's face was pale, and the light in the room was dim, and it looked like his face was pale and white, like the white of a dead man.

The young man turned around, and there were many dense small holes in his back, dense holes embedded in his back like corn kernels, and in each small hole were parasitic some fat bugs, poking their heads out one by one. At first, he did not dare to tell his father, and tried everything to get the insects out, such as lying in the woods at night, lifting his clothes, and letting the birds eat the insects.

When he lay down in the woods, it was a push-up motion, and the little bugs in the hole in his back were trembling.

Later, his father, Blacksmith Wei, found out, and pulled out one of the insects with his fingers, puffed and exploded, and pulled out another one, pinched and exploded. However, after a while, the holes do not heal, and there are still eggs inside, and the eggs will grow on the back. Blacksmith Wei took Wei Honghui to the hospital, where the doctors were helpless against this strange disease, which they thought might be an extremely rare worm or a parasitic disease infected by human skin flies.

The cat-faced old lady said: You have this disease because you have eaten something you shouldn't eat.

Wei Hong will say: Ah, I haven't eaten anything, and I haven't eaten at night, so my father brought me to you.

Wei Honghui looked to be twenty-five years old, but his IQ obviously did not match his age, and when he talked to the cat-faced old lady, he actually kept his back to each other.

The cat-faced granny said: Blood.

Wei Hong will say: What?

Wei Honghui turned around at this time, smiled, showed his black gums, and said: I drink blood, how do you know?

The cat-faced old lady said: You will still suck my blood.

Blacksmith Wei said: Yes, I heard that you live in the mountains, eat ginseng every day, drink your blood, and you may be cured.

The cat-faced old lady said: This day has finally come.

Blacksmith Wei put on a pair of special iron gloves, his fingertips were extremely sharp, he moved his wrist, the joints of the iron gloves were flexible and light, wearing this kind of iron gloves, his fingers became murder weapons. He walked over and slammed his right hand into the cat-faced old lady's neck.