Memoirs of a Ghost Bump

On the day I was born, many strange things happened in the village. First, there was a white-haired old dog that Lao Wang had raised for eight years. He put on a black robe, stood upright at the door of my house, stretched out his hand and bowed. There were countless fat rats passing through the street and standing in front of my house for a long time in broad daylight. The mice crossing the street naturally angered the cats in the village. As a result, the mice who used to be afraid of cats were so bold today that they bit the cats without hesitation. In that cat-and-mouse battle, the streets were littered with corpses. Although countless mice died, more than thirty cats were also killed. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.