Chapter 2 black cat

black cat The story I am about to tell is extremely absurd and yet extremely ordinary. I don’t ask you to believe it, and I don’t even believe in my own heart what I have experienced. Wouldn’t it be crazy to expect others to believe it?But I'm not mad right now, and I'm certainly not dreaming.But to-morrow I am dying, and I will tell it today to save my soul.I urgently intend to publish these purely domestic trifles to the world in a concise and clear manner without comment.Because of these things, I was frightened, tortured, and ruined my life.But I don't want to explain in detail.To me, these things are nothing but horror, but to most people, this is nothing more than a fairy tale, nothing to be afraid of.Perhaps some insightful people in later generations will regard this kind of nonsense as a trivial matter.Some people of insight are calmer and more organized than I am, and don't panic like I do when things happen.In their eyes, the things that I described in such detail must be a series of ordinary things that have their causes and consequences.

From a young age I was known for being kind and docile.I was so soft-hearted in the early days that I became the laughing stock of the children for a while.I especially like animals, so my parents indulged me in every possible way and gave me all kinds of small animals for entertainment.I spent most of my time playing with these little animals, and whenever I fed and stroked them, I felt extremely happy.As I grew up, this idiosyncrasy developed with it, and it remained my chief pleasure until I was an adult.There are those who love faithful and intelligent dogs, and for them it doesn't take much effort to explain how much fun it is.If you often taste the ruthlessness of human beings, then you will definitely feel deeply about the self-sacrificing and selfless love of beasts.

I got married very early, and fortunately my wife was like me. She saw that I preferred to raise poultry, and whenever she had the opportunity to find something she liked, she would not let it go.We have raised birds, goldfish, thoroughbred dogs, rabbits, a monkey and a cat. The cat was very big, very handsome, all black, and extremely intelligent.My wife is superstitious by nature, and when she talks about the spirituality of cats, she often refers to ancient legends, believing that all black cats are transformed by witches.I'm not saying my wife takes this very seriously, I mention it here only in passing.

The cat's name was Pluto, and it was my favorite thing and playmate.I feed it myself, and it follows me wherever I go in the house.Even when I go to the street, it will follow me, and I can't drive it away even if I try my best. My friendship with cats has lasted for several years.In the past few years, I am ashamed to say it, because I have become addicted to drinking, and my temper and habits have completely deteriorated.I became more moody and irritable every day, and I lost my temper at every turn, regardless of whether others could bear it or not.I went so far as to abuse my wife with willful and foul language.Finally, he punched and kicked her.Of course the little animals I keep feel my bad temper too.Not only did I not take care of them, but I abused them.Those rabbits, that little monkey, and even that dog came to me out of affection or by chance, and I always spoiled them unscrupulously.Only for Pluto, I still feel pity, and I can't bear to do it.But I got worse--you think there is no worse disease in the world than alcoholism--and Pluto was getting old and stubborn, so I used Pluto as a punching bag.

One night, I came home very drunk from a bar I frequented in the city. I thought the cat was avoiding me, so I grabbed him. He was terrified at the sight of me, and he nibbled on my hand. One bite, leaving teeth marks.I suddenly felt possessed by a demon, furious.I got carried away for a moment.It turned out that the kind soul flew out of my body all of a sudden, got drunk, became more vicious, and I didn't know where I came from.I took a small knife out of my waistcoat pocket, opened it, took the poor beast by the throat, and plucked out the eyeballs of the poor beast!Writing about this damned atrocity makes me blush and shudder.

After sleeping all night, I wake up with a hangover.When I woke up the next morning, my sanity recovered, and I was too terrified of my crime of committing the county.But this is at best a thin and vague feeling.My soul remained untouched.I drank so much that once I was intoxicated, I had long since forgotten what I had done. At this time, the cat's injury gradually improved, and the eye nest that had been gouged out was really terrible. It seemed that it didn't feel any pain anymore.It walked about the room as usual, but when I approached it, as expected, it frightened and ran away desperately.After all, my conscience is not lost, so at first I couldn't help but feel sad when I saw the beast who loved me so much in the past loathe me so much.But all of a sudden this sadness turned to anger.Later, that evil thought rose again, and finally made me lose control.Philosophy has not paid much attention to this evil thought.But I firmly believe that this evil thought is an instinctive impulse of the human heart, a tiny primitive function, or emotion, and human character is determined by it.Who hasn't done bad or stupid things unintentionally many times?And when you do this for no reason, you know in your heart that you can't do it, but you want to do it.Even if we know that we violate the law like this, don't we still ignore the consequences we see, and have evil thoughts desperately wanting to defy the law?Alas, it was this evil thought that finally ruined my life.It was this deep and unfathomable desire to trouble myself, to go against my nature, to do evil for evil's sake, that I went on to kill that innocent brute.One morning, I was so cruel that I strangled the cat with a noose and hung it on a tree branch. With tears in my eyes and regret, I hanged the cat to death.I do it because I know the cat loved me, because I don't think the cat offends me, and because I know it's a crime--a sin that deserves hell, a sin that's horrendous, It is enough to kill my immortal soul forever. If it is possible, even the merciful and awesome God cannot forgive my sins.

On the night when I did this outrageous thing, I suddenly heard a cry and caught fire in my sleep, and woke up immediately.The bed curtain was on fire.The whole house was on fire.We, my wife and a servant managed to escape the fire with great difficulty.The fire burned really thoroughly.All my belongings went to nothing, and from that moment on I was absolutely devoid of hope. I'm not so cowardly that I would look for a causal relationship between my crimes and this fire.But I'm going to give you a detailed account of the facts, hoping not to miss any link.On the second day after the fire, I went to pay my respects to the ruins.All the walls have collapsed, except one that remains.At first glance, it turned out to be a wall, thick but not too loud. It happened to be in the middle of the room, and the head of my bed was close to this wall.The plaster on the walls did a great job of stopping the fire, and I took that to be the recent paintwork.There was a dense crowd of people gathered in front of the wall. It seemed that many people were inspecting the wall very carefully and intently. I could only hear people shouting "strange" and other words like that. I couldn't help being curious, so I approached a Look, I saw a bas-relief on the white wall, which turned out to be a huge cat.The cat was carved to perfection, and there was a noose around the cat's neck.

When I saw this monster, I almost thought I had seen a ghost, and I couldn't help being terrified.But after thinking about it, I was finally relieved.I remember that the cat was obviously hanging in the garden by the side of the house.The garden was full of people when the fire alarm went off, and someone must have let the cat out of the tree and thrown it into my bedroom through the open window.He probably did this to wake me up.The other walls fell, just in time to press the cat I had killed and killed against the fresh plaster. Only then will the relief statue I just saw appear. Regarding this shocking fact that I have just described in detail, even if I cannot justify it in my conscience, it is commonplace in theory, but it will always leave a deep impression on my mind.For months I was haunted by that cat vision.At this time, there was a vague emotion in my heart that was called regret but not regret.I even regretted killing the cat, so I searched for a more or less similar black cat to fill in the inferior places I frequented.

One night, as I was sitting drunk in a low-class saloon, I suddenly noticed a large barrel of gin or rum, which was the main household item in the house, with a black s things.I've been staring at the big wine barrel for a long time just now, and it's strange that I didn't see the thing on it earlier.I approached it and touched it with my hand.It was a black cat, very large, and exactly the same size as Pluto, and in every respect except one.Pluto had not a single white hair on his body, but the cat had almost the whole chest covered with a white patch, which was only indistinct.

As soon as I touched it, it jumped up immediately, purred and yelled, and rubbed against my hand blindly, expressing that it was very happy for my attention. This cat is exactly what I dreamed of. I asked the store owner EQ on the spot I asked to buy it, but the owner of the shop didn't know the origin of this cat at all, and he had never seen it before, so he didn't ask for a price. I continued to pet the cat, and was about to go home, but the cat showed that it was going to follow me. I let it follow, and I often bent down to pet it while walking. Be good, won my wife's favor in no time.

As for me, I soon developed a distaste for the cat.This is beyond my expectation, I don't know what is going on, and I don't know the reason. Its attachment to me is so obvious, I hate and get angry when I see it. Gradually, these emotions become I hate it. I try to avoid this cat, because of the shame in my heart, and the memory of the cruelty I committed earlier, I dare not bully it. I have not hit it for weeks, and I have not been rough. I abused it. But as time went by, I gradually became disgusted with this cat. Once I saw its ugly appearance, I would sneak away like avoiding the plague. Needless to say, what made me hate the beast all the more was that the morning after I brought him home, I saw that he was just like Pluto, with one of the eyes gouged out. But my wife saw this. I liked it all the more. I said above that my wife was a sympathetic person. I had this excellent virtue in me too, and it gave me pure pleasure. In spite of my distaste for the cat, it became more and more affectionate towards me. It was hard for the reader to comprehend how much he kept up with me. As soon as I sat down, he squatted at the foot of my chair, Or jump on my lap and act coquettishly all over me, it's really annoying. As soon as I stand up and walk, it wraps around my feet and almost trips me up; if not, it hooks me with its long, sharp claws The clothes climbed up my chest. Although I wanted to punch it to death, I still didn't dare to do it at this time. One was because I remembered the crimes I committed earlier, and the main reason was—— Let me explain--I am terribly frightened of the beast. This fear is not a fear of flesh and blood, but it is difficult to say clearly. I am ashamed to admit-oh, I am almost ashamed to admit, even now in death row, that the cat arouses my fear because it can The imaginary pure hallucination is even more powerful. My wife asked me to pay attention to this patch of white hair more than once. I think you still remember that I mentioned above that this strange cat and the cat I killed, the only one The obvious difference is this mark. You must remember that I said that although the mark is big, it was very vague at first, but gradually, it became obvious unconsciously, and finally a clear and clear picture appeared. The outline of Chu came. For a long time, my reason refused to admit it, and I tried my best to regard it as an illusion. At this moment, the mark became a thing, and I couldn't help but feel hairy when I mentioned the name of this thing. Because of this, I I am so disgusted and terrified of this monster, and would have killed it if I had had the guts. I say, it is a frightful vision, a vision of a dreadful thing—a gallows!Oh, what a pathetic, what a dreadful instrument of torture!This is a terrifying instrument of torture, an instrument of justice!This is an instrument of torture that makes people suffer, a instrument of torture that sends people to death! At this time, I really fell into the most unlucky and unlucky situation. I killed an irrational beast as if nothing had happened. Its kind, an irrational beast, treated me-a man in the image of God. The created man brought so many unbearable disasters!oops!Whether day or night, I will never have peace again!During the day, the beast never left me alone for a single moment; and at night, every moment I woke up from unspeakably terrible nightmares, always seeing the thing steaming in my face, I will always hold the weight of this thing in my heart, and I can't get rid of this specific nightmare at all! I was suffering from such pain, and I lost the last bit of goodness in my heart. Evil thoughts became my only inner activities, and they turned around with extremely vile and dirty evil thoughts. My temper has always been moody, and now it is developing. I hate everything and everyone. I blindly let myself go, and often get angry suddenly, and I can't control it. Oops!I often suffer, and the only one who suffers is my wife who has no complaints. Because our family was poor, we had to live in an old house. One day, for some housework, she accompanied me to the cellar of the old house. The cat also followed me down the steep steps, almost It caused me to fall headlong, and I was so angry that I went crazy. I picked up the axe, and in my rage, I forgot that I still had a childish fear of the cat, so I aimed the ax at the cat. If it was true at that time Cut it off, needless to say, the cat was finished on the spot. Unexpectedly, my wife reached out and grabbed me. I was on fire, and I stopped her, and she was furious. She took advantage of the situation and broke her arm. One axe. Poor she died on the spot without making a sound. After finishing this outrageous murder, I simply thought carefully about hiding the corpse. I knew that no matter day or night, if I had to move the corpse out, it would inevitably be bumped into by the neighbors. I thought of a lot Plan. For a while I want to chop up the corpse into small pieces and burn it, to destroy the corpse. After a while I will go to the well in the yard. I also plan to pack the corpse as cargo, and hire a porter to move it out as usual .At last, I suddenly thought of a perfect plan that I thought to myself. I decided to build the corpse into the wall of the cellar. According to legend, the monks of the Middle Ages built the martyrs into the wall in this way. This cellar pie is really not suitable for this purpose. The wall structure is very loose, and it has just been completely repainted with rough plaster, which has not yet dried due to the humidity in the cellar. And there is a wall that is standing because of a false fireplace. Take out one, which has been filled up, and made exactly like the rest of the cellar. I can dig out the bricks in this place without much trouble, put the corpse in, and then completely cover the wall as before, so what is guaranteed? No one can see the flaws. It was a good idea. I used a crowbar to pry off the brick wall at once, and then carefully placed the corpse against the sandwich wall inside so that it would not fall off, and then it was removed without any trouble. Put up the wall as it was. I got lime, sand, and tangled hair, and having everything ready, I mixed a new plaster that was indistinguishable from the old plaster, and applied it carefully to the new plaster. I was relieved when I saw that everything was going well. The wall did not show any traces of soil being touched. The rubbish that fell on the ground was also carefully cleaned up. I am proud of it. Looking around anxiously, he couldn't help but say to himself, "Isn't this time in vain!" Next, I will look for the root cause of all these disasters for me; I finally made up my mind. Unexpectedly, when I was furious just now, that ghost spirit slipped away when he saw that the situation was not good. I dare not show my face. This annoying beast is finally gone. The big stone that weighs on my heart is finally let go. This deep joy is really indescribable and unimaginable. At night, the cat is still there. Show your face, so at least I've finally had a peaceful night's sleep since the cat came into my house. Why, I fell asleep despite the burden of murder on my mind. After the second day, and the third day, the tormenting cat still hadn't come. I was breathing like a free man again. The ghost cat ran away from the house in fright and never came back !Out of sight, out of sight, this fun is indescribable!Although I committed a heinous crime, I didn't feel any uneasiness in my heart. The government came to investigate a few times, and I put them off with a few words. I even ransacked my house once, but of course I couldn't find any clues. I think so The future is safe and secure. On the fourth day after I killed my wife, a group of police officers suddenly came into the house and conducted a thorough search. However, I believed that the place where the corpse was hidden was hidden, and they would never expect it, so I didn't feel panicked at all. The policemen ordered me to accompany them in the search. They didn't even spare a single corner. After the third and fourth search, they finally went down to the cellar. I remained calm and unmoved. Don't be surprised, my heart is so peaceful. I walked from one end to the other in the cellar. I folded my arms across my chest and walked back and forth as if nothing had happened. The police were completely relieved and were about to leave. My heart was full of joy, I was so happy. To show my pride, I wished I could speak, even if I said a word, so that they would be more assured of my innocence. These people had just walked up the steps when I finally spoke. "Gentlemen, I am grateful for the fact that you have escaped my suspicion. I would like to greet you, and I hope you will take care of me. Gentlemen, by the way, the structure of this house is very strong." Talking nonsense, I don't even know what I said. "The structure of this house can be said to be extremely good. These walls—gentlemen, do you want to go?——these walls are well built." Speaking of this, I was dizzy for a moment, so As a gesture, I actually picked up a stick in my hand and slammed it hard on the brick wall where my beloved wife's remains were erected. Hey, please bless the Lord, save me from the jaws of the devil tiger!The echo of my knock on the wall was still alive, and I heard a sound in the tomb! ——a cry, at the beginning it was muffled, intermittent, like a child sobbing, and then suddenly turned into a continuous high-pitched cry, the sound was abnormal and horrific—it was a wail—a cry, half terrifying, half wailing It seems to be proud, only the screams of the suffering souls who have fallen into hell are mixed with the cheers of the devil who saw the souls being punished by heaven, which is similar to this sound. It would be absurd to tell what I thought at the time. I was dazed and staggered to the wall. The policemen on the steps were shocked and frightened. The thick arms were busy tearing down the wall. The whole wall fell down. The corpse was rotten and clotted with blood, and it stood upright in front of everyone. On the head of the corpse sat the terrible beast, with its bloody mouth open, The one-eyed eye is on fire. It tricked me into killing my wife, and now it calls the police and delivers me to the executioner. So I built the monster into the wall of the tomb!