I read a lot of books on science, psychology, and feng shui, and I just wanted to figure out one question: Are there ghosts in this world? Are those I encountered just hallucinations?

After junior high school, I left home and went to school at my third uncle's house, more than 200 miles away, because his school there was better. Then I went to high school, went to college, but in the end I chose to go back to my hometown to work for the electricity bureau in our county. Because the county seat is not far from our village, I returned to live in the village for a long time after ten years away from home.

I decided to take a closer look at the "strange things" that I had encountered before.

One night close to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon was in the sky, the cool breeze was blowing, and the moonlight like water poured down to the earth like mercury. I was in a good mood, too, and after dinner, I walked alone in the quiet fields under the moonlight.

Suddenly, I noticed a fat, staggering figure in front of me. It's him who is small and my hair is small.

Xiaohui's experience was miserable. Some people say that the reason why he got this disease is because he is too fat, and some people say that he suddenly fainted when he was desperately playing computer games, and then sent to the hospital for examination, only to find out that it was a cerebral hemorrhage, so he underwent a craniotomy.

Anyway, since then, he has almost lost his ability to speak, his speech is slurred, no one can understand him, and he is limping when he walks. In this way, a young man suddenly became a waste.

I didn't catch up and talk to him, because he usually seemed to avoid me, consciously or unconsciously, and maybe the lively and healthy life of his childhood friend would irritate him.

I was like this, watching him from a distance behind, and at the same time feeling the impermanence of human fate.

Suddenly, I felt something strange about him, and I noticed that his staggering steps suddenly became very fast, and as he walked, he whimpered and whimpered, as if he were crying, and as if he were roaring. And the direction in which he went was also very strange, the cemetery of our village.

What are you doing in the graveyard? His grandparents, his parents, and his parents are all alive and well. I hurriedly sneaked over to find out.

He limped into the graveyard, stopped in front of a grave and a tombstone, and then pointed at the grave and the tombstone and "roared", in the silence of the night, the voice was very terrifying, without a single clear word or sentence, only an indescribable love.

I looked at the location of the grave and the tombstone, and my heart shook violently, it was Grandpa Gao's grave!

Grandpa Gao has been dead for more than ten years, and I think back then, his body was rotten in the house, but I saw him when I was grazing sheep on the river embankment! After his death, that weird cat from our house! And I saw a drunken uncle, saluting the strange cat, and a few people in shrouds appeared next to the strange cat, and the weirdness of that scene about Grandpa Gao suddenly flashed in my mind.

But I don't know why Xiaohui came to Grandpa Gao's grave to yell so loudly. Could it be that his illness is also related to Grandpa Gao? But how so? His illness has only been contracted in the last year or two!

I held my breath and lay in the ditch not far from Xiaohui, carefully observing this scene.

Xiao Huiqing was still roaring excitedly, and her voice was already a little hoarse. Suddenly, a black thing sprang out from the grave, it was a cat. And it's a very large cat. That cat is so familiar, yes, it's the weird cat that appeared in my house when I was a child!

After all these years, it is still alive.

With the appearance of the cat, Xiaohui's roaring came to an abrupt end. Then came the creepy laugh of the cat. This kind of laughter is firmly seared in my mind and in the depths of my memory. I had suspected that it was just a hallucination and a dream, but it wasn't until this moonlit night that I realized that none of the qiē I had experienced were actually dreams.

Next, it seems that the cat is arguing fiercely with Xiaohui, but no one can understand Xiaohui's words in that conversation, which is not like "human words", because he just shouts vaguely and loudly, like a mute who is forced to be anxious but can't express himself in words.

And the voice of the cat is not like the voice of the cat at all, but a vague "human voice", more precisely, like the voice of Grandpa Gao.

I suddenly felt an immense sense of anger: it was this strange cat, which had scared me into countless nightmares when I was a child, and made my childhood have a lot of shadows. And today, Xiaohui's illness must be related to this cat. Damn, it doesn't matter who you are, whether you are grandpa Gao's child, we have no grievances. Why are you doing such a scourge to us!

I got up from the ditch, found a half-cut brick on the ground, held it in my hand, and then bent down and quietly approached the cat from the side, under the cover of other graves.

When I was about four or five meters away from the cat, I suddenly jumped out and slammed the brick in my hand at the strange cat. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "****, I'll smash you monster".

With a terrible cry, as if a brick was hitting the cat's hind legs, it limped into Grandpa Gao's grave.

Xiaohui was also frightened by this sudden scene, and sat on the ground. I hurriedly walked over to him, helped him up, and asked him if he was okay.

It took him a while to come to his senses, and then he lay on my shoulder and began to cry like a child who had been greatly wronged.

I helped him in distress, and then said to him, "Xiaohui, are you suing me if your illness is related to that cat?" Is it harmful? What's going on? ”

Xiaohui cried even more. The emotion also became more and more excited, and I couldn't tell whether he was nodding his head in acknowledgment or shaking his head in denial.

I comforted him and said, "It's okay, you calm down first, it's already late at night, I'll send you home."

This time I could clearly feel him nodding. I helped him and walked slowly towards the village, my heart was so happy that the fear and gloom that had been suppressed in my heart for many years seemed to be swept away. Gods and ghosts are afraid of the wicked, and it seems that evil things must be overcome with courage and courage.

After sending Xiaohui home, I lost sleep again that night.

I still want to find out what happened to Xiaohui? Since he can't express it in words, he may be able to express it with a pen. That's right, then I'll ask him to write down a piece of his experience with a pen.

I'm still curious, why did Grandpa Gao "make trouble" after he died? When he was alive, we were all very good to him, why did he still toss us like this after death. What is the relationship between Grandpa Gao and the high tenant family of his son who was eaten by a dog?

If I hit the strange cat with whom he is inextricably linked with a brick, how will he retaliate against me?

I was torn between fear and excitement, and it was past three o'clock in the morning, still sleepy. I sat up in my cloak and scratched the mahogany sword with my knife.