The story I am about to tell is extremely absurd and extremely ordinary. I do not ask you to believe it. Even my heart does not believe these personal experiences. It would be crazy to expect others to believe it. Already? But I'm not crazy right now, and I'm certainly not dreaming. But my death is imminent tomorrow, and I want to tell this today so that my soul can rest in peace. I am eager to publish these purely daily trivial matters to the world in a concise and clear manner without comment. As a result of these events, I suffered panic, torture, and ultimately ruined my life. But I don't want to explain in detail. To me, these things are only terrifying, but to most people, they are nothing more than strange stories and have nothing to fear. Perhaps, some knowledgeable people in later generations will regard this nonsense as a common trivial matter. Some knowledgeable people are calmer and more organized than me, and don't panic like me when things happen. The things I described in such detail with such sincerity and fear must seem to them to be just a series of ordinary things that have their causes and consequences.

I have been known as a kind-hearted and gentle person since I was a child. In the early stages of my soft-heartedness, I became the laughing stock of the children. I particularly like animals, and my parents indulged me in every possible way and gave me all kinds of little animals to play with. I spent most of my time playing with these little animals. Whenever I fed and petted them, I felt extremely happy. As I grew older, this habit developed with me, and it remained my main pleasure into adulthood. There are people who love loyal and smart dogs. For them, there is no need to explain the endless fun in it. If you have often tasted the unfeeling and unkindness of human beings, then you will definitely feel unforgettable about the selfless and selfless love of beasts.

I got married very early, and fortunately my wife and I have the same temperament. She saw that I prefer raising poultry, and whenever I have the opportunity to find a favorite plaything, I will never let it go. We raised birds, goldfish, well-bred dogs, rabbits, a monkey and a cat.

This cat is very big, very beautiful, black all over, and extremely smart. My wife is very superstitious by nature. When she talks about the cat's spirituality, she often mentions ancient legends, believing that all black cats are transformed by witches. I'm not saying that my wife takes this seriously; I mention it here just in passing.

This cat’s name is Pluto, and he was my beloved 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 no matter how hard I try.

My relationship with cats has lasted for several years. In the past few years, I'm sorry to say that because I was addicted to drinking, my temper and habits completely deteriorated. I became more moody and moody day by day, losing my temper at every turn, regardless of whether others could bear it or not. I actually started to abuse my wife with bad words. Finally, he punched and kicked her. The little animals I raise certainly feel my bad temper. Instead of taking care of them, I abused them. Those rabbits, that little monkey, and even that dog, out of affection, or if they happened to come to me, I would always abuse them unscrupulously. I only felt pity for Pluto, but I couldn't bear to do anything. Unexpectedly, my condition became worse and worse - do you think there is no disease in the world more serious than alcoholism? By this time, Pluto was old and had a bad temper, so I simply 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 it. It was frightened when it saw my fierce look, and couldn’t help but He bit my hand lightly, leaving tooth marks. I suddenly felt like a demon possessing me and was furious. I got carried away for a moment. It turned out that the kind soul flew out of my body all of a sudden. He got drunk and became more ferocious than anything else. He had a fierceness that came from nowhere in his body. I took out a small knife from my vest pocket, opened it, grabbed the poor beast's throat, and gouged out its eyes with malicious intent! Writing about this damning atrocity, I can’t help but blush and shudder.

After sleeping all night, I woke up with a hangover. When I woke up the next morning, I had regained my consciousness and felt extremely regretful that I had committed this crime in the county. But this is nothing more than a thin and vague feeling. My soul remains untouched. I drank too much, and once I got drunk, I forgot all about what I had done.

At this time, the cat's injury gradually improved. The eyeball that had been gouged out was really terrible. It seemed that it no longer felt pain.

It walked around the house as usual, but when it saw me approaching, it was predictably frightened and ran away. After all, I still have a good conscience, so at first I couldn't help but feel sad when I saw that the beast who loved me so much in the past hated me so much. But the sadness suddenly turned to anger. Later, the evil thoughts increased again, and finally made me lose control. This evil thought is not paid much attention to in philosophy. However, I firmly believe that this kind of evil thought is an instinctive impulse of the human heart. It is a minimal primitive function, or emotion, and human character is determined by it. Who hasn’t done something bad or stupid many times unintentionally? Moreover, he does it for no reason, knowing that he cannot do it but insists on doing it. Even if we know that it is illegal to do so, don't we still ignore the consequences we see and have the evil desire to try the law ourselves? Alas, it was this evil thought that finally ruined my life. It was out of this profound and unfathomable desire in my heart to cause trouble for myself, to go against my nature, to do evil for the sake of doing evil, that I continued to murder that innocent beast, and finally caused it to die. One morning, I was so cruel that I strangled the cat's neck with a noose and hung it on a branch. With tears in my eyes and regret in my heart, I hanged the cat to death. I made this move because I knew that the cat loved me, because I felt that the cat had not offended me, and because I knew that doing so was a crime—a crime worthy of hell, a heinous crime. It is enough to prevent my eternal soul from being reincarnated forever. If this is possible, not even the merciful, awesome and awesome God can forgive my sins. On the night when I committed this outrageous act, I suddenly heard shouts of fire in my sleep, and I woke up immediately. The curtain on the bed was on fire. The whole house was on fire. My husband, my wife, and a servant managed to escape from the fire. This fire burned really thoroughly. All my belongings were lost to nothing, and from that moment on I simply gave up all hope.

I am not so cowardly that I will find a causal link between the crimes I committed and this fire. However, I want to explain the ins and outs of the facts in detail, hoping not to omit any link. The day after the fire, I went to pay my respects to the ruins. The walls have all collapsed except for one. When I saw it, it turned out to be a wall. It was thick, so I didn’t yell. It happened to be in the middle of the room, and my bedside was close to this wall. The plaster on the walls did much to stop the fire, which I attributed to recent painting. There was a dense crowd of people gathered in front of the wall. It seemed that many people were looking at the wall very carefully and attentively. I heard everyone shouting "strange" and other similar words. I couldn't help but feel curious, so I walked closer. Look, there is a bas-relief on the white wall. It turns out to be a huge cat. The cat was carved vividly and accurately, and there was a noose around the cat's neck.

When I saw this monster, I thought I had seen a ghost, and I couldn't help but be terrified. But after thinking about it, I finally felt relieved. I remember that this cat was obviously hanging in the garden next to the house. At the sound of the fire alarm, the garden was crowded with people, and one of them must have let the cat down from the tree and threw it into my bedroom through the open window. He probably did this to wake me up. Several other walls fell down, and the cat that I mutilated and died happened to be pressed against the newly painted plaster wall. The lime between the walls, the fire and the ammonia from the corpses all played a certain role. Only then will the relief statue I just saw appear.

For the thrilling fact just mentioned in detail, even if it cannot be justified in conscience, it is commonplace in theory, but it always leaves a deep impression in my heart. . For several months I was haunted by the vision of the cat. At this time, I felt a vague emotion that was called regret but not regret. I even regretted killing the cat, so I went to the low-class places I frequented and looked for a black cat with a more or less similar appearance to make up for it.

One night, I was sitting drunkenly in a low-class wine room. Suddenly I noticed a large barrel containing gin or rum. This was the main thing in the room. Household items, there is something black on the barrel. I had been staring intently at the big wine barrel for a while, and the strange thing was that I didn't see the thing on it earlier. I walked up to it and touched it with my hands. It turned out to be a black cat, very large, exactly the same in size as Pluto, and very similar in every way except one. Pluto didn't have a single white hair on his body, but the cat had a white patch covering almost its entire chest, just a blur.

As soon as I touched it, it immediately jumped up, purred, and rubbed its body against my hand, showing that it was very happy to receive my attention. This cat is exactly what I have dreamed of. .I asked the store owner to buy it on the spot. Unexpectedly, the store owner didn’t know the origin of the cat and had never seen it before, so he didn’t make an offer.

I continued to pet the cat. , I was about to leave home, but the cat showed that it wanted to follow me. I let it follow me, often bending down to touch it as I walked. The cat was very good as soon as it arrived at my house, and it won me over immediately. My wife's delight.

As for me, I soon grew disgusted with the cat.

This was beyond my expectation. I didn’t know what was going on or what the reason was. Its attachment to me was so obvious that I felt disgusted and angry when I saw it. Gradually, these emotions changed. I hated the cat so much that I tried to avoid it. It was because of the shame in my heart and the recollection of the cruelty I had committed earlier that I did not dare to bully it. I did not hit it or be rough with it for several weeks. I abused it. But as time went by, I gradually became indescribably disgusted with this cat. As soon as I saw its ugly appearance, I slipped away quietly like the plague.

Needless to say, it made me What made me hate this beast even more was that the morning after I brought it home, I saw that it looked exactly like Pluto, with one of its eyes gouged out. However, when my wife saw this, she was particularly fond of it. It is. As I said above, my wife is a compassionate person. I used to have this excellent virtue, and it once gave me pure pleasure.

Although I have no feelings for this. The cat is so disgusted, but it becomes more and more affectionate to me. It never leaves me, and the reader is really hard to understand this stubbornness. As soon as I sit down, it will squat at the foot of my chair, or jump to It was on my lap and acted like a spoiled child all over my body, which was really annoying. As soon as I stood up and walked, it would get wrapped around my feet and almost trip me; if not, it would hook its long and sharp claws on my clothes and crawl along. Even though I wanted to punch it to death, I still didn't dare to do it at this time. One reason was because I remembered the sin I had committed earlier, and the main reason was - let me explain. ——I am extremely afraid of this beast. This fear is not that I am afraid of physical pain, but it is difficult to explain clearly. I am almost ashamed to admit it——Well, even now on death row, I am simply ashamed to admit it. , the fear that this cat aroused in me was heightened by the sheer hallucination that can be imagined. My wife more than once asked me to pay attention to this patch of white fur. I believe you will remember that I mentioned above that this strange cat The only obvious difference between the cat I killed and the cat I killed is the mark. I believe you all still remember that I said that although the mark was large, it was very blurry at first, but gradually, unknowingly, It became obvious, and finally a clear outline appeared. For a long time, my reason had been refusing to admit it, trying to treat it as an illusion. At this time, the mark turned into something. When I mentioned the name of this thing, I can't help but feel hairy all over my body. Because of this, I am particularly disgusted and afraid of this monster. If I had the courage, I would kill it long ago. I say, it turns out that this thing is a scary illusion, an illusion of a terrifying thing - a The gallows! Oh, what a pathetic thing this is, what a terrible instrument of torture! This is a terrifying instrument of torture, a torture instrument of the law! This is a torture instrument that makes people suffer, a torture instrument that brings death!

At this time, I was really as unlucky as I could be. I killed an irrational beast as if nothing had happened. Its kind, an irrational beast, actually killed I, a man created in the image of God, have brought so many unbearable disasters! oops! No matter day or night, I can never have peace again! During the day, this beast never left me alone for a moment; at night, I woke up from nightmares that were indescribably terrible. I always saw this thing spraying hot air on my face. This thing is always weighing heavily on my heart, and I can't get rid of this specific nightmare at all!

I was suffering from such pain, and the remaining good nature in my heart was lost. Evil thoughts became my only inner activities, and they were all extremely despicable and dirty evil thoughts. I My temper has always been moody, but now it has developed to the point where I hate everything and everyone. I blindly let myself go, and I often get angry suddenly at every turn, and I can't control it. Oops! My wife, who often suffered misfortune and tolerated it without any complaints.

Because our family was poor, we had to live in an old house. One day, for some housework, she accompanied me to the house. I went into the cellar of this old house. The cat also followed me down the steep steps, almost causing me to fall over. I was so angry that I went crazy. I swung the axe, and in my rage I forgot about what I was doing. The cat still harbored childish fear and aimed at the cat and struck it with an axe. If I had really followed my intention and struck down the cat, needless to say, the cat would have been dead on the spot. Who knew that my wife stretched out her hand and grabbed me. I was in the middle of the fire, and when I tried to stop her, I became extremely furious. I took advantage of the situation to break free from my arm and hit her head with an axe. Unfortunately, she didn't even make a sound and was sent away on the spot.

After I finished this outrageous murder, I simply made careful plans to hide the body. I knew that no matter whether it was day or night, if I had to move the body out, it would inevitably have to be handed over to my neighbors. When I saw the corpse, I thought of many plans in my mind. For a while, I wanted to chop the body into small pieces and burn it to destroy the traces of the body. After a while, I went to the well in the yard. I also planned to pack the body as cargo. According to the As usual, I hired a porter to move it out. Finally, I suddenly thought of a foolproof plan. I made up my mind to build the body into the cellar wall. According to legend, the medieval monks built martyrs into the wall in this way.

This cellar pie could not be more suitable for this purpose. The wall structure is very loose, and it has just been completely renovated with rough plaster. Because the cellar is damp, the plaster has not dried yet. And There was a section of the wall where there was a false fireplace, which had been filled in and made exactly like the rest of the cellar. I could easily dig out the bricks in this place, stuff the body in, and then It is better to build the wall completely, so that no one can see the flaw.

This is a good idea. I used a pry to pry off the brick wall in one go, and then carefully I placed the body against the wall inside so that it wouldn't fall down, and then put the wall up as it was without any trouble. I got lime, yellow sand and tangled hair, and made all preparations. I mixed a new plaster that was indistinguishable from the old plaster, and carefully applied it to the new brick wall. When I finished the work, I was relieved to see that everything went smoothly. The wall actually looked a little bit smoother. There were no traces of soil being disturbed. The rubbish left on the ground was also carefully cleaned up. I looked around proudly and couldn't help but say to myself, "My work was not in vain this time!"

Next, I have to look for the root cause of all the disasters for me; I finally make up my mind. Unexpectedly, when I got angry just now, the ghost elf ran away when he saw that the situation was not good, and now he is facing me I naturally dare not show my face because of my fiery nature. This annoying beast is finally gone. The big stone weighing on my heart has finally been let go. This deep joy is really indescribable and unimaginable. At night, The cat hasn't shown its face yet, so at least I finally had a peaceful night's sleep since the cat came to my house. Alas, even though I was burdened with the burden of killing people, I still fell asleep.

< p> After the second day and the third day, the tormenting cat still hadn’t come. Only then did I breathe like a free man again. The ghost cat was so frightened that it ran away from the house and never left. Back! Out of sight, out of sight, not to mention how much fun it is! Although I committed a heinous crime, I didn't feel any uneasiness in my heart. The government came to investigate several times, but I put them off with a few words. I even ransacked my house once, but of course they couldn't find any clues. I thought so. My future was safe and secure.

On the fourth day after I killed my wife, unexpectedly, a group of police officers suddenly burst into the house and conducted a thorough search. However, I believed that the place where I hid the body was hidden. , they definitely didn’t expect it, so they didn’t feel panic at all. The police ordered me to accompany them in the search. They didn’t even miss a corner. After searching for the third and fourth time, they finally went down to the cellar. I was calm and calm. I didn't show any emotion. I never did anything wrong in my life, and I didn't worry about knocking on the door in the middle of the night. My heart was so calm. I walked from one end of the cellar to the other, with my arms folded in front of my chest, walking around as if nothing had happened. The police I was completely relieved and was about to leave. I was elated and overjoyed. In order to express my pride, I couldn't wait to speak, even if it was just a word, so that they could rest assured that I was innocent.

As soon as these people walked up the stairs, I finally spoke. "Gentlemen, I can't thank you enough for taking me off my suspicion. I would like to say hello to you, and I hope you will take good care of me. Gentlemen, by the way, the structure of this house is very strong." I was dazed for a moment, and I believed what I wanted. He was talking nonsense, and he didn't even know what he was talking about. "It can be said that the structure of this house is extremely good. These walls - gentlemen, do you want to leave? - these walls are very solid.

"Speaking of this, I got dizzy for a moment, so I pretended to pick up a stick in my hand and knocked hard on the brick wall where my beloved wife's remains were placed.

Oh, please. Lord bless me, please save me from the devil's jaws! Before the echo of my knocking on the wall had subsided, I heard a sound from the tomb - a cry, which started intermittently, like a child sobbing, and then Suddenly it turned into a continuous high-pitched roar, the sound was abnormal and inhumane - it was a wail - a scream, half like terror, half like triumph, only the painful screams of the condemned souls who fell into hell, and the devil Seeing the cheers of the innocent souls being punished by heaven, I couldn't be farther away from this voice.

It would be ridiculous to say what I thought at the time. I was dizzy and staggered to the wall and the ladder. The policemen on the steps were shocked, frightened to death, and were stunned for a moment. After a while, they saw a dozen thick arms busy tearing down the wall. The whole wall fell down. The corpse was rotten and covered with blood clots. It stood upright in front of everyone. The terrifying beast sat on the head of the corpse, with its bloody mouth open and fire in its one eye. It had caused trouble and tempted me to kill my wife, and now it called the police with its cry. Send me to the executioner. It turns out I built this monster into the tomb wall!