Chapter 49: Strange people and strange things

The news spread quickly. The old lady cat-faced lives on the mountain, a place that no one has ever been to. It was a cliff with a towering ancient tree growing on it. She built a thatched hut under the tree, with orchids and ginseng beside it. She relies on ginseng to prolong her life. Some people say she is an old fairy and has lived for more than 100 years.

Some people say that the old lady with cat-faced faces has yin and yang eyes, can see ghosts and monsters, and is well versed in the art of divination in the Book of Changes.

Some people say that the old lady Maofaced was once a teacher and hid in the deep mountains and forests during the Cultural Revolution.

This later was confirmed, and the fucking director invited the old lady from the cat face to the Forest Public Security Bureau.

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

The old lady in cat face said, 1968.

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

Professor Liang felt sad that the mother who was confused about the beast was avoiding family planning, while the old lady with cat face was avoiding the Cultural Revolution movement.

The old lady cat face lives alone on a cliff in a barren mountain ridge. The mountains are steep and it is difficult for people to climb up. Perhaps for thousands of years, no one has ever visited this cliff except this old lady. Several naturally formed rock houses on the cliff are filled with miscellaneous items picked up by the old lady cat face. We said earlier that there is a manure pile in the state-owned forest farm, and the garbage in the whole county is concentrated there. The old lady cat face's daily necessities are picked up from the garbage pile. A worker responsible for landfilling garbage lives in the shed of the recycling station. One night, he saw a white-haired monster climbing onto a huge garbage pile, and he thought it was a dream.

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

There are everything in the garbage dump, from the Tao Te Ching in China to the history of philosophy in ancient Greece, from Hugo's cry to Marquez's laughter, from the snowy days in 1949 to the rainy night in 1989, this garbage dump is a treasure house. The work of forming and accumulation of the treasure house is done by waste buyers, who keep dumping here at a price of a few cents per pound, becoming a gold mountain that disappears at any time. She picked up many books from the waste paper pile, and reading was the only way she could spend her time on the cliff.

The ancient tree once had a tire hanging, 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 astrology, and thought about the profound problems in the Book of Changes.

The old lady with cat face is almost omnipotent, knows physics, and knows how to save effort. The ancient trees on the cliff are her helpers. She uses a winch and pulley set and ropes to lift the picked things up on the cliff. She originally wanted to make the street light into a windmill for power generation, but as she rose to the cliff, the street light fell down and inserted it on the grass.

A street light that would not light was inserted into the wilderness and fell into the primeval forest.

What a poetic picture this is.

The old lady with cat face was walking staggeringly. This woman was too old. Many years ago, she had sat under the street lights in the wilderness. Snowflakes or rain fell. At that time, she raised an injured deer and pulled a street light back with a sled.

She sat under her street light, and accompanied her was a lame deer.

For decades, no one has ever passed by

Here, this street light that is not lit is only her.

Is this old man lonely? Is she sitting in the dark? She has not lost her language function. She talks to the deer and talks to herself to the wind: You will not become an oil lamp unless you carry the night on your shoulders.

For decades, every time this old woman with white hair went on a trip, witnesses saw her. Although she was careful to avoid crowded places and chose to go to her garbage dump at night, every witness could not believe her eyes. No one thought she was alone. She became the legendary cat-faced old lady who killed people and sucked blood.

She collects wild fruits and sometimes steals the villagers' corn and cotton. 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 old lady in cat face to the Forest Public Security Bureau. Villagers kept trying to see the old lady in cat face. People didn’t know who the old lady in cat face was named and where her home was. They only knew that she was an old lady who was very good at fortune-telling. The little pussy lamp and the old pussy lamp added fuel to the fire to describe the magical ability of the old lady in cat face, and people believed it even more deeply. In many places in our country, there are some very good fortune tellers or witches who can predict their destiny and know a person’s past and future. The official name is superstition, but the people respect it more.

At first, some people pleaded with relationships and pleaded with love to the public security bureau to find the old lady Maoface to do divination. Later, there were endless people coming to do divination every day.

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

The fucking director said: Ang, the old lady doesn’t charge any fees, so I’m also meeting the needs of the masses.

Although some people were afraid of the old lady in cat face and were scared away as soon as they saw her face, most of the villagers who came to tell fortunes were shocked by the old lady in cat face divination. They said "good" and "too accurate". Some people took the initiative to give money, but the old lady in cat face refused to accept it.

Professor Liang asked a question about the universe, which also wanted to verify the ability of the old lady with cat face.

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

Professor Liang said: Where is the margin between time and space?

The old lady cat-faced said: We imagine an ant crawling through a newspaper laid on the table. We think that ant is a plane creature, a point, moving on the two-dimensional newspaper plane, and 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 connects the end point, and the two-dimensional curls into three dimensions. The ant magically only needs to take one step to travel from the starting point to the end point at the extreme movement speed that it cannot reach. The speed of ant can be compared to the speed of light understood by the chéngrén class. Humans live in three-dimensional space, and the universe is a high-dimensional space. People in the three-dimensional world cannot understand the twelve-dimensional space, at least they cannot understand it now.

The old lady in Cat Face is well-known, and some people even drove from other places to find the old lady in Cat Face to tell fortunes. Some officials and reporters also came here. The old lady in Cat Face suddenly got tired of telling fortunes for people. On the evening of that day, she said: The last one.

Su Mei said: Old lady, are you leaving?

The old lady in cat face said: Yes, it’s time for me to leave.

Bao Zhan said: You are going back to the mountains.

The old lady on cat face said: No.

Hualong said: The director has taken good care of you, and he will definitely not let you go.

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

The last fortune teller was Wei Blacksmith from Xiangyang Village, and he also brought a pale young man. He said that the young man was his son, named Wei Honghui. Strangely, people in the village rarely saw Wei Blacksmith's son. Wei Honghui usually did not leave the house and only walked in the village at night. When they met people, they would be very shy and did not say hello and walked by.

The fucking director freed up a warehouse for the old lady Cat Face to live in. This cottage is also where she usually tells fortunes.

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

The old lady with cat face sat at the table, Wei Blacksmith sat opposite her, and Wei Honghui stood beside her.

The old lady with cat face seemed a little scared. She could calculate other people's fate and know her own life and death. This day finally came.

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

The old lady in cat face said: I know.

Wei Blacksmith said: My child is sick.

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

Wei Blacksmith said: Can you cure my child’s illness? Help.

Wei Blacksmith closed the door and locked it. 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 very dark. It looked like his face was blue-white, just like the whiteness of a dead person.

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

Later, his father, Blacksmith Wei, found out, and used his fingers to pull out one of the insects, pinched them, and then pulled out another one, pinched them. However, after a while, the holes did not heal, and there were still insect eggs inside, and the insect eggs would still grow on the back. Blacksmith Wei took Wei Honghui to the hospital, and the doctors were helpless about this strange disease. They believed that this might be an extremely rare parasitic disease infected by iron nematodes or human-skinned flies.

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

Wei Honghui said: Ah, I didn’t eat anything. Before I could eat at night, my father took me to find you.

Wei Honghui looked twenty-five years old, but his IQ was obviously not as good as his age. When he talked to the old lady with cat face, he kept his back facing away.

The old lady on the cat face said: Blood.

Wei Honghui said: What?

Wei Honghui then turned around, smiled, revealing his black gums, and said: I drink blood, how do you know?

The old lady on cat face said: You can still suck my blood.

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

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