I later read a lot of books on science, psychology, Feng Shui, etc., and I just wanted to figure out one question: Are there ghosts in this world? Are the things 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 the schools there were better. Then I went to high school and college, but in the end I chose to return to my hometown - in our county.

I work in the power supply bureau. Because the county seat is not far from our village, I returned to the village to live permanently after leaving home for ten years.

I decided to take a closer look at the "weird things" I encountered in the past.

One night near the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was a bright moon in the sky, a cool breeze, and the watery moonlight poured onto the earth like mercury. I was in a good mood. After dinner, I walked alone in the quiet fields under the moonlight.

Suddenly, I found a fat and staggering figure in front of me. It was him - Xiaohui - my little boy.

Xiaohui's experience was very tragic. He suffered from hemiplegia when he was just over 20 years old. Some people said that he suffered from this disease because he was too fat. Some people said that he suddenly fainted while playing computer games desperately and was sent to the hospital.

After examination, it was discovered that it was a cerebral hemorrhage, so a craniotomy was performed.

Anyway, since then, he has almost lost the ability to speak. His speech is vague and no one can understand it. He also walks with a limp. In this way, a young man suddenly became

Useless person.

I didn't catch up and talk to him because he usually seemed to be avoiding me intentionally or unintentionally. Maybe the liveliness and health of his childhood friend would irritate him.

I just looked at him from a distance from behind and lamented the impermanence of human destiny.

Suddenly, I felt something strange - I found that his staggering steps suddenly became very fast, and he was whining and screaming as he walked, as if he was crying or roaring. And the direction he was going was also very strange.

——The cemetery of our village.

Why are you going to the cemetery? His grandparents, parents, and mom are all alive and well. I quickly followed him secretly to find out.

He limped to the cemetery, stopped in front of a grave and tombstone, and then pointed at the grave and tombstone and "roared". In the silent night, the sound was very terrifying, without any clear words or words.

Sentences, some are just indescribable emotions.

I looked at the position of the grave and the tombstone, and my heart shook violently - that was Grandpa Gao's grave!

Grandpa Gao has been dead for more than ten years. I think back then, his body was already rotting in the house, but I saw him while herding sheep on the river embankment! After he died, that weird cat came to our house! And I saw him

The drunken uncle saluted the strange cat, and several people wearing shrouds appeared next to the strange cat. The strange scenes about Grandpa Gao suddenly flashed through my mind.

But I don’t know why Xiaohui came to Grandpa Gao’s grave and shouted so loudly. Could it be that his illness is also related to Grandpa Gao? But how could it be? His disease only got sick in the past year or two!

I held my breath and concentrated, lying in a ditch not far from Xiaohui, observing this scene carefully.

Xiaohui was still roaring excitedly, and his voice was already a bit hoarse. Suddenly, a black thing jumped out from the grave. It was a cat. And it was a very large cat. The cat looked so familiar, but it didn’t matter.

No, it’s that weird cat that appeared in my house when I was a kid!

After all these years, it is still alive.

With the appearance of the cat, Xiaohui's roar suddenly stopped. What followed was the cat's creepy laughter. This kind of laughter is firmly engraved in my mind and memory.

I once suspected that it was just hallucinations and dreams. However, it was not until this moonlit night that I realized that everything I experienced was actually not a dream.

Next, it seemed that the cat was having a fierce argument with Xiaohui, but no one could understand the conversation - Xiaohui's words did not sound like "human words" because he just shouted vaguely, like a man who was cornered.

, but unable to express his muteness in words.

But the sound made by that cat was not like a cat's sound at all, but a vague "human voice". To be more precise, it was like Grandpa Gao's voice.

I suddenly felt an incomparable anger: it was this strange cat that scared me into countless nightmares when I was a child, and caused many shadows in my childhood. Today, Xiaohui's illness must be related to this cat. Mom

Yes, it doesn’t matter who you are, or whether you were raised by Grandpa Gao, we have no grievances or grudges. Why are you doing such harm to us!

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

When I was about four or five meters away from the cat, I suddenly jumped out and smashed it at the strange cat with the brick in my hand. At the same time, I shouted loudly: "Fuck you,

I'll crush you monster to death."

With a shrill 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 quickly walked over, helped him up, and asked him if he was okay.

It took him a while to recover, and then he lay on my shoulder and started crying, like a child who had been greatly wronged.

I supported him distressedly, and then said to him: "Xiaohui, tell me if your illness is related to that cat? Was it caused by it? What happened?"

Xiaohui cried harder and became more and more emotional. I couldn't tell whether he was nodding to confirm or shaking his head to deny.

I comforted him and said, "It doesn't matter. You calm down first. It's already late at night. I'll take you home."

This time I could clearly feel him nodding. I supported him and walked slowly towards the village. My heart was extremely happy, and the fear and gloom that had been suppressed in my heart for many years seemed to be swept away. I was afraid of gods and ghosts.

Evil people, it seems, must show courage and courage to overcome evil things.

After sending Xiaohui home, I couldn't sleep again that night.

I still want to find out what happened to Xiaohui? Since he can't express it in words, maybe he can express it with pen. Yes, then I will let him write everything he experienced with pen.

What I'm also curious about is, why did Grandpa Gao "make mischief" after his death? We were all very good to him when he was alive, so why did he still torment us like this after his death? What happened to Grandpa Gao and his son who was eaten by a dog?

What is the relationship between the high-tenant family?

If I hit that strange cat with a brick that was inextricably linked to him, how would he retaliate against me?
Chapter completed!