Chapter 27 Turkey (10) The Prophet Muhammad's Cat. ...
"Meow?"
She stopped in her tracks, her honey-colored eyes widening considerably: "Are NPCs all this powerful? I was discovered without even showing my face or making a sound?"
"Well, he's a bit stronger than a regular NPC, but don't be afraid, just ignore him."
1221 brought up the same old story again: "Don't forget what I told you, don't have too much contact with him, just observe from a distance."
“1221.” After a moment’s thought, he asked the other party, “Do you have his background information in your database? Like the information on those previous human targets, pull it out and show it to me.”
1221 was shocked and quickly dodged a few times: "No, no, this is confidential, I can't tell you casually."
"But you mentioned his background to me before."
"You said he was an alcoholic, irritable, and had violent tendencies. His mental state was extremely unstable, and there was some other nonsense..." The kitten remembered it very clearly.
His hesitant, doubtful gaze was fixed on the ball of light.
"If it's confidential, why did you tell me all this in the first place? If it's not confidential, then it means that everything you said before was just made up to fool the kitten."
The 1221 flashed faster, as if feeling guilty, and subconsciously flew back a little, avoiding the kitten's overly clear, honey-colored eyes that could see through all lies.
"That...that is..."
The electrical tone from 1221 was a bit chaotic: "It's just an assessment based on the possibility of the other party's magnetic field, not a conclusion. It's all for your safety."
Chi Chi snorted, "How could you, as a system, lie to a kitten? Do you want the kitten to never believe you again?"
Is there any trust left between the cat and the system?
1221 can be quite nagging at times, telling her what she should and shouldn't do. The little cat has only managed to get to where she is today thanks to the system's protection.
But now, whenever the other party encounters someone, they become hesitant and contradictory. Chichi's doubts have grown from a small point to a lot, especially regarding the identity of that NPC, which is shrouded in mystery.
"It's not all a lie."
1221 was eager to regain credibility with the kitten: "He is indeed not an ordinary NPC, and he is indeed very dangerous. It is absolutely true that you need to stay away from him. This is the system's highest priority instruction!"
"Then why do you think he's in danger?"
"This NPC is outside the safe exploration range of Miracle Cat. He carries a strong and uncontrollable risk. If you come into contact with him, the system cannot predict what will happen. It is unknown whether it will be a good thing or a bad thing."
"To ensure your safety, it's best not to do anything risky, which is why I've tried to stop you several times."
1221 finally revealed a little bit of useful information, although it was still vague, but at least it wasn't the kind of exaggerated, alarming statement that sounded like it was just trying to scare the kitten.
"All right."
She hesitated for a long time before deciding to let go of this pitiful system that had come to freeload off her.
But the kitten's curiosity made it impossible for her to let go of such a "mysterious person." The other party was no longer defined as a "bad guy" by the system's labels, but had become a silent enigma.
Moreover, the other party has something that is particularly attractive to kittens.
Perhaps it's her mysterious aura, or perhaps it's her eyes.
Like the calm sea at night, its surface is still, but deep undercurrents lurk beneath, holding a great attraction for a kitten full of adventurous spirit.
Back on Hussein Street from the square, Aisha was nowhere to be seen, but Zelin was told she had been admitted to the hospital.
Although the weather has cleared up, the temperature has not risen much, and the temperature difference between night and day is gradually widening, ushering in winter at the tail end of late autumn.
For a healthy child, a seasonal cold might only cause discomfort for a few days, but for Zelin it was a severe complication of her immune system.
She began experiencing frequent joint pain, and the inflammation led to a higher fever than ever before. The thermometer readings remained stubbornly high, and even medication became ineffective.
I waited until the ambulance arrived at Zelin's house and took the little girl to the hospital.
Aisha received this bad news as soon as she started her holiday. Her initial excitement about the holiday turned sour, and she could only stay at home and wait for Zelin to finish her treatment and be discharged from the hospital.
I followed the little girl to the hospital, but could only wait outside.
When Aisha came out, she looked depressed. It was obvious at a glance that Zelin's treatment had had little effect.
“I don’t know when Zelin will be able to be discharged from the hospital.” Aisha picked up the kitten, pressed her cold nose against its warm fur, and said in a muffled voice, “She doesn’t know either. The doctors and her parents are keeping it from her and won’t say anything.”
"She even wore the demon eye amulet I bought her to the hospital with her all the time. I had a bad feeling about it..."
No, it won't.
Chi Chi licked the back of the other's hand, feeling his fur get wet and damp: "We've prayed to so many gods, Zelin will definitely get better."
After Aisha went on vacation, she came to visit Zelin almost every day. Zelin's condition did not improve, but her mental state was much better than when she was first admitted to the hospital.
Unable to see Zelin, Chichi was still somewhat worried.
Looking down at Zelin's backyard from the attic, I always hoped that one day that window would open again.
Fortunately, the weather has been sunny these past few days, no longer rainy and gloomy, and I always seem to run into that person whenever I go to the small square.
Even though the system said the other party could sense that she was peeping, the kitten didn't disturb them. She just lay in her usual spot, watching the figure not far away, trying to calm herself down.
"I really don't know what's so interesting about people," 1221 said listlessly. "Why don't we go to Golden Horn Bay to see the scenery and relax?"
“It would be a bit cold to go to the beach in this weather,” Chichi said. “Besides, I’m going to see the pigeons.”
1221: "Fine, whatever you say."
After a while, even the few fat pigeons that had been circling around it flew away. Having run out of excuses, it could only change to the other side and continue to lie there.
The other person had been sitting on the bench for quite some time. If it weren't for the fact that he would occasionally turn the page of the book in his hand, one would think he was a mannequin that neither moved nor spoke.
The system was doing nothing and kept urging her to wander off somewhere else. The kitten instructed 1221: "Go see what book he's reading and tell me when you get back."
"I'm not going." 1221 shook his head frantically, spinning himself like a top.
"Why?" Chi Chi asked, "Are you that afraid of him?"
Even though she admitted to being afraid of a mere human in front of the kitten, 1221 still firmly stated, "Anyway, I'm not going."
"You're just a system, he can't do anything to you." Chichi was still urging 1221.
"He can."
Feeling stifled and frustrated, 1221 turned off his own light and pretended to be dead.
"Then I'll go over by myself." Having no other choice, he stood up from behind the flower bed.
Just as he was about to step forward, 1221 stopped him. The system sighed heavily, mimicking a human, "Never mind, I'll go instead."
The transparent orb of light lit up again, stealthily flying in from behind the other party like a thief, quickly glancing behind the wheelchair before hurriedly flying back.
“I saw it,” 1221 said. “He’s looking at an old local book called Anatolian Legends, which records various legends and myths from ancient Greece to the present day in Turkey.”
"That sounds interesting," the kitten said eagerly. "Then tell me the story inside."
1221 then retrieved information about the book from the database, searching through its vast collection of myths and stories to find something the kitten might be interested in.
"Mount Ergies is a volcano. Legend has it that a handsome giant named Ergies fell in love with a female giant in the distance. In order to pass on love letters, they threw stones and snowballs at each other, which formed the volcanic cone and white mountain peak landscape we see today."
“Long ago there was a pair of lovers, a prince and a fisherman’s daughter. The king opposed their love and sent troops to hunt them down. The two fled to what is now Mount Amanle, where they prayed to God with their most precious possessions, vowing never to be separated, even if they turned to stone…”
"The true God granted their request and transformed them into two mountains that stand side by side, which are now known as the Lovers' Mountains."
1221 said: "Therefore, when you sincerely pray for your wish to come true, it will be easier to achieve it by using the beloved object of the person you wish to have it."
Chi Chi listened intently: "Really? Will this really make it easier to fulfill your wishes?"
"Who knows? These are just myths and legends; every country has them."
1221: "Of course, there are now many more ways to pray, such as donating money or offering sacrifices. The old customs are slowly being forgotten."
"What story was he reading just now?" Chi Chi asked.
1221 recalled: "The page he turned to happened to be related to kittens, specifically the cat of the Prophet Muhammad."
"The Prophet Muhammad loved his cat very much. Once, his cat was sleeping on the sleeve of his robe. In order not to wake the kitten, he cut off his sleeve and got up to leave. The cat killed a poisonous snake that was trying to attack the Prophet and saved his life."
"Wow--"
Chichi's tail tip was raised, and its pupils were filled with amazement and a strange sense of pride in its kind.
"So cats are considered very spiritual creatures here and are highly respected in the local culture, which is one of the reasons why this place has become a cat-loving city."
He turned his gaze to the bench and saw the person in the wheelchair still sitting there quietly with their back to him. Their profile was somewhat blurred in the light, and their expression was not clear.
People who "don't like cats" are reading the story of the prophet who deeply loves kittens and is saved by them.
The contrast is just too great.
The other person must have just happened to turn to that page, but why hasn't they finished reading it yet after so long? 1221 has already told her four or five stories.
I wonder what that person was daydreaming about; they were probably just as impressed as she was by the kitten in the story.
After listening to the story of 1221 for a long time, it got dark and there were fewer people in the square. She was about to leave satisfied to fill her stomach when she inadvertently turned her head to look at the people who were still standing there.
He tilted his head for a long time.
It seemed that the other person hadn't turned a page since she started listening to the story.
As the sun sets, the dim, golden light falls on human faces, half bright and half in shadow, revealing no extraneous emotions, as if they are simply staring intently at a corner of a book.
He paused for a long time.
I don't know why, but I always feel that space is shrouded in an indescribable loneliness, like water vapor, invisible and intangible, seemingly there but not there.
Her heart clenched slightly, enveloped in a faint sadness.
Stop looking!
1221 flashed in front of the kitten: "Aren't you going to find food? If you don't hurry, the other cats will eat all the cat food."
Let's go.
He took a deep breath, leaving the unfamiliar emotions behind.
1221 led the way, guiding the kitten along the aroma of food to an open-air barbecue stall on the street corner. Perhaps because there weren't many customers today, the kitten had only just stopped to sniff the aroma of the barbecue when the owner fed it a piece of tenderloin with a good balance of fat and lean meat.
The flavors of cumin and other spices filled the kitten's mouth, and the kitten licked the oil from its lips, thoroughly enjoying its meal.
"By the way," Chichi asked 1221 again on the way back, "what happened to the prophet's cat? Did it stay with the prophet the whole time?"
"Probably. Some books also say that the cat died soon after killing the snake."
Chichi's heart sank further.
1221 said, "But with such a big difference in lifespan between cats and humans, they can't stay with humans forever; they'll always leave first."
"That's true." Chichi also understood the laws of reality.
"So, after collecting all the fragments of the Light of Souls, should I wish to become human? That way, I can eat and drink well like a human, and my lifespan can be extended..."
"don't want."
The kitten resolutely refused, shaking its head: "I don't want to become human."
"Why?" 1221 circled around her. "After becoming human, there will be many more interesting things to experience. And since you don't know what else to wish for, isn't this a good wish?"
"Maybe so," Chichi thought for a moment, "but I just want to be a kitten."
It hesitated for a moment before jumping onto the uneven wall, looking at the hurried people in the distance.
"Humans are too complex; I don't understand their complicated emotions."
"These are all things that are learned little by little; no one is born knowing them."
"It sounds like becoming human means losing a lot of simple joys, and having to think about things that cats would never think about." Chichi loves her fluffy body, her sensitive nose, and her flexible tail.
She found a suitable spot to lie on the wall, stretching out her soft body. It's better to be a carefree little cat!
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