The news spread quickly. The cat-faced old lady lived in the mountains, a place that no one had ever been to. It was a cliff with a towering old tree growing on it. She built a thatched hut under the tree.
There are orchids and ginseng growing on the side. She relies on ginseng to prolong her life. Some people say that she is an old fairy and has lived for more than a hundred years.
Some people say that the cat-faced old lady has yin and yang eyes, can see monsters and monsters, and is proficient in the divination of the Book of Changes.
Some people say that the cat-faced old lady was once a teacher and took refuge in the mountains and forests during the Cultural Revolution.
This was later confirmed, and the fucking director invited the cat-faced old lady to the Forest Public Security Bureau.
Professor Liang asked, in which year did you start living in the mountains?
The cat-faced old lady said, 1968.
That year, the Cultural Revolution was in full swing, and the cat-faced old lady seemed to have the foresight to avoid the chaos in the mountains.
Professor Liang felt sad that the mother of the beastly child was avoiding family planning, and the cat-faced old lady was avoiding the Cultural Revolution.
The cat-faced old lady lives alone on a cliff in a barren mountain. The mountain is so steep that it is difficult for people to climb up. Perhaps for thousands of years, no one has ever been to this cliff except this old lady. There are several people on the cliff.
The naturally formed rock house is filled with debris picked up by the cat-faced old lady. As we said before, there is a large dung pile in the state-owned forest farm, where the county’s garbage is concentrated. The cat-faced old lady’s daily necessities are all
Collected from the garbage dump. There was a landfill worker who lived in the shed of the recycling station. One night, he saw a monster with white hair like snow climbing up the huge garbage pile. He thought it was this monster.
is a dream.
Her knowledge comes from the garbage heap, and her abilities are acquired unconsciously.
There is everything in the garbage dump, from the Chinese Tao Te Ching to the history of ancient Greek philosophy, from Victor Hugo's crying to Marquez's laughter, from the snowy days of 1949 to the rainy nights of 1989, this garbage dump is a
The formation and accumulation of the treasure house was done by waste collectors. They kept dumping it here at a price of a few cents per catty, turning it into a gold mountain that disappeared at any time. She picked it up from the waste paper pile.
There are many books, and reading is her only way to pass the time on the cliff.
There was once a tire hanging on that old tree, which shows that the cat-faced old lady also has a childlike heart. This is a swing.
She sat on the swing, looked at the night sky, studied the stars, and pondered the profound questions in the "Book of Changes".
The cat-faced old lady is almost omnipotent. She understands physics and knows how to save effort. The ancient trees on the cliff are her helpers. She uses winches, pulleys, and ropes to hoist the things she picked up to the cliff. Then
She originally wanted to make a street lamp into a windmill to generate electricity. However, while climbing up the cliff, the street lamp fell down and became stuck in the grass.
A street lamp that would not light up was inserted into the wilderness and fell into the primeval forest.
What a poetic picture this is.
The cat-faced old lady walked staggeringly. This woman was too old. Many years ago, she once sat under the streetlight in this wilderness, with snowflakes or rain falling. At that time, she raised an injured deer and used a sled.
Pull back a street light.
She sat under her street lamp, accompanied by a lame deer.
For decades, no one has passed by
Here, this unlit street lamp belongs to her alone.
Is the old man lonely? Is she sitting in the dark? She has not lost the ability to speak. She talks to the deer and talks to the wind to herself: You will not become an oil lamp unless you carry the night on your shoulders.
For decades, witnesses have seen this white-haired old woman every time she travels. Although she carefully avoids crowded places and chooses to go to her garbage dump at night, every witness can't believe it.
With her eyes, no one thought she was a person. She became the legendary cat-faced old lady who kills people and sucks blood.
She collects wild fruits and sometimes steals corn and cotton from villagers. All her teeth have fallen out, which directly proves that she is not the murderer of the Xiangyang Village mother and son.
The fucking director invited the cat-faced old lady to the Forest Police Bureau. Villagers kept wanting to see the cat-faced old lady. People didn’t know who the cat-faced old lady was or where her home was. They only knew that she was an old woman who was very good at fortune-telling.
.Xiaopai lantern and Laopai lantern vividly depict the magical ability of the cat-faced old lady, which makes people more convinced. In many places in our country, there are some very clever fortune tellers or goddesses who can predict destiny and know a person's past.
and the future, officially called it superstitious, but among the people, it is doubly respected.
At first, some people used their connections to ask for help and went to the police station to seek fortune-telling from the cat-faced old lady. Later, there was an endless stream of people coming to tell fortunes every day.
Professor Liang said to the fucking director: Is it appropriate to tell fortunes in the Public Security Bureau?
The fucked up director said: Well, this old lady doesn’t charge any fees, so I’m just meeting the needs of the masses.
Although some people were afraid of the cat-faced old lady and ran away as soon as they saw her face, most of the villagers who came to tell fortunes were shocked by the cat-faced old lady's divination. They said it was "amazing" and "so accurate."
, some people took the initiative to give property, but the cat-faced old lady refused to accept it.
Professor Liang asked a question about the universe. He also wanted 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 Liang said: Where is the edge of time and space?
The cat-faced old lady said: We imagine an ant crawling across the newspaper spread on the table. We think that the ant is a flat creature, a point, moving on the two-dimensional newspaper plane. It takes a certain amount of time to move from one end of the newspaper to the other.
Climb to the other end. 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. Miraculously, the ant only needs to take one step to achieve what it cannot reach.
The extreme movement speed of an ant can be compared to the speed of light as understood by humans. People in the three-dimensional world cannot understand the twelve-dimensional space, at least now.
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The cat-faced old lady was so famous that some people even drove from other places to come to her to tell fortunes. Some officials and reporters also came here because of her fame. The cat-faced old lady suddenly got tired of telling fortunes. That evening, she said: Finally
one.
Su Mei said: Old lady, are you leaving?
The cat-faced old lady said: Yes, I should go.
Bao Zhan said: You have to go back to the mountains.
The cat-faced old lady said: No.
Hualong said: The director has taken good care of your old man, and he will definitely not let you go.
The cat-faced old lady said: I am going to another place.
The last fortune teller was Blacksmith Wei from Xiangyang Village, and he brought with him a pale young man. He said that the young man was his son, named Wei Honghui. The strange thing was that people in the village rarely saw Blacksmith Wei's son.
Wei Honghui almost never leaves home. She would only walk in the village at night. When meeting people, she would be shy and walk by with her head down without saying hello.
The fucking director made a warehouse for the cat-faced old lady to live in. This small room is also where she usually tells people's fortunes.
The room was very simple, with a table, two chairs, and a bed.
The cat-faced old lady sat at the table, Blacksmith Wei sat opposite her, and Wei Honghui stood beside her.
The cat-faced old lady seems a little scared. The day has finally come when she can calculate the fate of others and know her own life and death.
Tiejiang 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 disease? Please help me.
Blacksmith Wei closed the door and locked it. Wei Honghui was a little embarrassed and took off her shirt slowly. The young man's face was pale and the light in the room was very dark. It looked like his face was bluish white, like that of a dead person.
Seed white.
The young man turned around and saw that there were many densely packed holes on his back, like corn kernels embedded in the back. There were some fat bugs living in each hole, and their heads poked out one by one. He
At first, I didn't dare to tell my father, so I tried every means to get rid of the bugs, such as lying in the woods at night, opening my clothes, and letting the birds eat the bugs. The forest was deep and quiet, and the moonlight was shining, but the birds did not come.
When he lay down in the woods, it was a push-up movement, and the little bugs in the holes in his back were shaking.
Later, my father, Blacksmith Wei, found out. He pulled out one bug with his fingers and crushed it. Then he pulled out another bug and crushed it. However, after a while, those holes could not heal, and there were still eggs inside.
It will also grow on the back. Tiejiang Wei took Wei Honghui to the hospital. The doctors were helpless about this strange disease. They thought it might be an extremely rare parasitic disease infected by iron worms or human skin flies.
The cat-faced old lady said: You got this disease because you ate something you shouldn't have eaten.
Wei Honghui said: Ah, I haven't eaten anything. I haven't eaten yet, so my father brought me to you.
Wei Honghui looked to be twenty-five years old, but his IQ was obviously not consistent with his age. When he was talking to the cat-faced old lady, his back was always turned to her.
The cat-faced old lady said: Blood.
Wei Hong would say: What?
Wei Honghui then turned around, smiled, revealing his black gums, and said: I drink blood, how did you know?
The cat-faced old lady said: You can still suck my blood.
Blacksmith Wei said: Yes, I heard that you live in the mountains, eat ginseng and drink your blood every day, and your illness may be cured.
The cat-faced old lady said: This day has finally come.
Blacksmith Wei put on a pair of special iron gloves. The fingertips were extremely sharp. He moved his wrists. The joints of the iron gloves were flexible and light. When wearing these iron gloves, the fingers became weapons. He walked over and fiercely struck with his right hand.
He inserted it into the cat-faced old lady's neck.
