False evidence

Chapter 118 Old Cat (Part 2)

Jiang Banxia said, "I'll be leaving Chou Dan in your care while I'm away on a business trip. Just a heads-up, you'd better not let it be alone with Fang Ling, to avoid any accidents."

Can I refuse you?

I genuinely resist this kind of trouble coming my way.

Jiang Banxia said calmly, "Didn't Gao He tell you that I helped you get your graduation certificate?"

"You win." I shook my head with a wry smile. "By the way, although the scratch on your chest doesn't look serious, you should still get vaccinated as soon as possible to avoid infection."

"Let's talk about it when we have time."

Jiang Banxia had already opened the door when she suddenly realized something and turned around abruptly.

She first looked down at me, then stared at me and asked, "How did you know I had other injuries?"

It's normal for her to react this way.

Because the location of the other wound is too private.

I haven't even coaxed Pidan to show me the same part yet.

Of course, I wouldn't tell her that just minutes ago, I already knew everything about her 'physical structure'.

He could only crack a joke, pointing to his eyes and saying, "Do you believe I have X-ray vision?"

"Then you'd better be careful not to get blinded by that stinky egg."

Jiang Banxia said coldly, got into the waiting taxi, and drove away.

Fang Ling came out from behind the counter, tilted her head to look at the old cat, and reached out to open the birdcage.

I quickly stopped her: "Don't touch it!"

"Why?" Fang Ling asked in astonishment.

"It's different from the cats you usually encounter. If it's really nineteen years old, then by human standards, it's at least over one hundred and ten. No old person likes to be teased by a young person, and the same goes for cats and dogs. Otherwise, why do you think Shuanzhu would react this way?"

There was another half of what I wanted to say, but I didn't say it.

That was—the moment I faced Jiang Banxia, ​​what I saw was truly terrifying.

That made me start to believe that there might really be such a thing as a spirit in the world.

……

"The reason I have great suffering is because I have a body; if I had no body, what suffering would I have?"

When I saw this sentence, I couldn't help but read it aloud in a low voice.

I don't know the original source of this passage, but I feel that its meaning is extremely profound. Moreover, the book that records this passage arouses my considerable curiosity.

To be precise, what's in front of me right now isn't a book, but a handwritten notebook.

This notebook was discovered by chance on the bookshelf in Yang Wudao's study.

The moment you open it, this passage is written on the title page.

The characters are written with a brush in running script, and the handwriting is neat and upright, allowing one to imagine that the person who wrote them was very serious and solemn at the time.

However, this does not resemble Yang Wudao's handwriting.

I flipped through a few pages and found it even stranger.

Notebooks with pink plastic covers seem to have only become popular in the 1960s and 70s.

Given Yang Wudao's age, it seems quite normal for him to own such a notebook.

However, not only did the handwriting on the title page not seem to belong to him, but after only looking at a few pages, I discovered at least seven different handwritings.

The records are mostly in classical Chinese, and all are written with a brush.

I didn't understand most of it, but the more I read, the more I felt that what I initially thought was a notebook was more like a guestbook.

"What's going on? One famous quote or philosophical saying from each person?"

The more I looked, the more confused I got, so I simply flipped back to the first page.

The entire notebook is two-thirds full and one-third blank. The first two sentences are actually the easiest to understand.

"The reason I got seriously ill is because I have a body; if I didn't have a body, how could I get sick?"

I couldn't help but shake my head slightly at the idea that someone could so easily translate the meaning of a word literally.

At first glance, this statement seems meaningless.

Upon closer inspection, it seems quite bizarre.

The foundation of all kinds of illnesses is the body. Even mental illnesses are caused by disordered or malfunctioning brain nerves.

Without a body, there is no way to get sick.

But what is a person if they don't have a body?
I immediately thought of the strange incident that happened at Yan Fengwei's new home a month ago. Qi Zhen, a courtesan from nearly a hundred years ago, not only appeared in modern times, but also caused such a commotion.

She lived in a porcelain bottle for decades and ultimately had no body, but can we say that she was not sick?

No, she's sick.

I believe she is ill because her initial motivation for her relationship with Lin Qin'en was selfish.

Although she hanged herself, she still harbored intense resentment and unrealistic desires even after death.

In medicine, this can definitely be classified as a mental illness, but since she has no physical body, it is not valid to say that she suffers from a 'mental illness'.

"Alright! I think you're really going crazy!"

I pointed to my nose with one finger and closed the notebook on the table with the other.

The night is already very deep.

The damp, chilly air after the rain swirled in through the open window and brushed against my face, making me feel somewhat more awake.

After the incident with the wind-blown bottle, I usually stayed in my study until late at night.

However, the daybed in the study is not a comfortable place for me to sit or lie down, so when I get sleepy, I have to go downstairs to sleep.

As I passed the stairwell, I glanced habitually at Pidan's house. The lights were already off; she must be asleep.

I licked my lips, felt my way to the stair railing, and started walking down.

The house did not lose power.

However, the window on the second floor faces Pidan's room. From Pidan's room, you can see the entire building where I'm staying through the window.

Whenever it's time for bed, if she sees any lights still on in the building, she'll definitely send me a WeChat message asking: Why aren't you asleep yet?

When I was in school, I would often stay up all night with Meng Chao, but Pi Dan's health didn't allow her to stay up all night.

So, to let her get some rest, I turn off the lights when it's time, and after I'm done, I make sure to close the study door tightly.

It's almost 1 a.m., so there's nothing wrong with using a phone to light it up, but you never know if that young woman is still awake and might be leaning against the headboard, peeking in from behind a corner of the curtain.

"Dingling Bell Bell ..."

My phone suddenly rang in my pocket.

"Damn it, how did we get found out?"

I hurriedly took out my phone.

Moreover, they were certain that it was made from preserved eggs.

Because this is not the first time such a situation has occurred.

I suspect this young woman has special abilities; no matter how careful I am, she can sense what I'm doing...

The label displayed on the phone screen is indeed for preserved eggs.

I quickly answered the phone, while rushing downstairs, "Hello!"

The only response I heard through the receiver was a faint snoring sound.

I let out a sigh of relief: "Phew... Darling, I just..."

I didn't mean to lie; I just wanted to say that I was reading a book and got so engrossed that I lost track of time.

But before I could finish speaking, a cat meowed suddenly came from the phone!
Upon hearing that sound, I immediately panicked.

As he hurried downstairs, he shouted into the microphone, "Pierced Egg..."

As soon as he spoke, he suddenly stepped on something round and plump.

I was already in a hurry, and this made me lose my balance even more. I tried to grab the wall and the railing with both hands at the same time, but I still couldn't keep my balance.

In the end, it fell forward in a classic face-first manner.

He lunged down the steps, instinctively reaching back to brace himself. With a loud cracking sound, his right hand suddenly throbbed with excruciating pain.

"It's over!"

Although I studied veterinary medicine, I still have some common sense.

The pain immediately made me realize that my right hand was broken.

I was in a terrible state, lying face down with my head down and feet up, gasping for breath, and flipping my phone over with my left hand.

The screen is broken.

However, what I saw in the light of the screen completely stunned me...

(End of this chapter)