September 27, 200× 4:50 AM

The death of the fashion girl was the only thing that didn't surprise and shock me, and I almost expected her to be the next victim.

Perhaps because we have witnessed so many deaths in the past few days, when I stood with the middle-aged uncle and the female clerk beside the tragic death of the fashionable girl, we did not show too much horror, but were replaced by a dazed and numb emotion. It seems that we are no longer able to feel sad or sad for others, and when we see their bodies, we also see our own sad fate.

The clerk was the first to twist her head and weep — this time the first body she found. But the way she handled it was much calmer and more steady than the last time, she didn't tremble or scream anymore, just woke me up and the middle-aged uncle, and brought us to the scene.

I don't want to look at the tragic death of the fashion girl, it's almost the same as the two people who were killed in front of her. The only thing that caught my attention was the murder weapon that killed her - the same fruit knife used in the three murders. There is no doubt that the murderer is the same person. And who this person is, I don't think there is any need to question it at this point.

I searched my surroundings and found that the little boy was out of my sight, which made me even more sure that he was the murderer - he had hardly ever confronted a corpse after a murder.

I was thinking to myself when the female clerk finally cried, "She's right...... She told me yesterday that the thug wasn't the real murderer. The real culprit is still among us, and he hasn't stopped yet...... Oh my God, that girl was killed when she said that, so now, is it my turn? ”

The middle-aged uncle tried to comfort her, but she cried even more and turned around and ran in the direction of the counter. The uncle was probably afraid that she would do something stupid, so he chased after her.

I stood there for about ten minutes, and finally made a decision - I was going to tell the middle-aged uncle and the clerk that the little boy was the murderer, and I was going to form a united front with them to subdue the boy and force him to confess the crime. Yes, I have to do it now! If I still refrain from speaking out of fear what I have suspected for a long time, I am still indulging that hateful murderer, which is tantamount to digging my own grave.

With my mind in mind, I walked over to the counter. As I was about to get closer, I suddenly heard a middle-aged uncle and a female clerk whispering something. I paused and judged that they were whispering by the row of shelves on the far right, and the mysterious, hiding, hiding, and hiding situation made me wonder what they were talking about—and I held my breath and pricked up my ears to listen carefully to their conversation.

“…… Actually, I had some doubts for a long time, but I just endured it and didn't say anything. Now it seems that it must be him or her. The female clerk's voice trembled.

My heart tightened - who was she talking about?

"But after all, we are all guesses, and we haven't witnessed him (her) kill people, so we can't be 100% sure that it's him (she), right?" Middle-aged uncle.

"Now there are only a few of us left, who else would it be if it wasn't him (she)? If we don't take action, we will be the next victims. ”

"Are you really that sure?"

I heard the female clerk say clearly, "Yes, I'm sure the murderer is that little boy!" ”

That's right, it's him! I was so excited that I almost wanted to jump in front of them and tell them that I thought the same thing, but the middle-aged uncle's next words seemed to slam me into an ice cellar, and my whole body was cold and unable to move.

"But what if it's her?" He said.

Oh, my God! I was horrified, he suspected it was me!

"She? I think...... Unlikely, right? The female clerk said.

"That maybe. Sometimes, what seems more unlikely on the surface is actually the most likely. ”

"Then you say, what are we going to do?"

After being silent for a while, I heard the middle-aged uncle whisper: "There is no other choice, we can only take action against both of them, and now in this situation, either you die or I live!" ”

I took a deep breath of air, and the chill behind me made me shudder several times. My mind is buzzing like a myriad of bees flying into my head right now. I didn't hear them anymore, and I don't know if they had already discussed it, and were walking towards me. I was so distraught that I didn't know where to go - no matter where I was hiding, they would find me! Finally, I caught a glimpse of the corner of the doorway, where the light was the darkest, and the faint light of the torch barely shone there. I didn't have a time to choose, so I quickly and lightly ducked into that dark corner, curled up in a ball.

My body was shaking, and I was cold, and for the first time since I was trapped here, I was scared of being like this. It wasn't just the fear of death—desolation, chills, grievances, anger, all kinds of negative emotions swirled over me, making me feel unprecedented sadness and despair. I thought that I regarded the middle-aged uncle as the most trustworthy and reliable person among them, and he would more or less treat me in the same way. Unexpectedly, in the end, he suspected that I was a murderer, and planned to attack me in order to protect himself! I had come to form an alliance with him, but he had already formed a league with the clerk, and saw everyone else as enemies, ready to destroy them all - what a great irony! Thinking of this, a vicious aura welled up in my chest, causing me to unconsciously clench my fists, and my body twitched. I don't want my elbow to touch the iron shutter door, making a "bang" sound.

Oops! I exclaimed in my heart - I have revealed my position!

Sure enough, within five seconds of this sound, a middle-aged uncle and a female clerk appeared in front of me. See me curled up here. The middle-aged uncle pretended not to know and asked, "Why are you hiding in this corner?" ”

I glared at him in horror, leaning against the wall: "Don't ...... Stay back! ”

Instead, he crouched down and leaned over to me, "What's wrong with you?" ”

My throat felt like something was clogged, and I couldn't make a sound, only shook my head in fear. He reached out and tried to touch my forehead, but I quickly blocked it with my hand. At the moment when my head tilted to the right, I saw the hand behind his back, holding a sharp knife in his hand!

In an instant, I felt the world spin around, my breathing stopped, and I thought he was about to do it! At this critical juncture, my hands subconsciously groped on the ground around me for something that could save their lives—they touched it, an iron hook! It was the iron hook that the male clerk used to pull down the roller shutter door! I didn't have any room for hesitation or choice, so I picked up the iron hook and swept towards the middle-aged uncle with all my strength-

Time seemed to pause, and the middle-aged uncle and I stared at each other in a daze, but blood oozed from his eyes, and his face lost his life. It was then that I saw that the spiked end of the iron hook was impartially nailed to his right temple.

I was stunned and dropped the iron hook, and the middle-aged uncle's body fell diagonally to the left like a scarecrow that had lost its support, motionless. The female clerk stepped forward and saw the tragic death of the middle-aged uncle, and let out a heart-rending scream. Then she looked at me and ran towards the counter screaming. Before I could make any other move, she stood up to me with the pistol in her hands. She was shaking like chaff, and the pistol could go off at any moment. I didn't want to repeat the mistake of the little white-faced boy, so I desperately explained: "No! Don't shoot, I didn't mean to kill him! I was just...... I just want to defend myself! ”

What I didn't expect happened, the female clerk didn't listen to my explanation at all, pointed the pistol at my body, and pulled the trigger!

I'm dead!

I closed my eyes tightly, but instead of hearing a gunshot, I heard a "click". I opened my eyes and saw the female clerk staring at the pistol in amazement, as if she didn't understand what was going on. Actually, I thought the same as she did - shouldn't there be the last bullet left in the chamber of the gun, how can it be an empty gun?

Suddenly, I understood. I remember talking to the middle-aged uncle last night about the fashion girl's plan to kill herself with a pistol, and he said that he had to take some precautions against the pistol - he must have dropped the last bullet in the chamber!

When the clerk saw that the pistol was useless, she threw it away in horror and slowly backwards, searching both sides for something that could be used to attack me. I stared at her, and a nameless fire burned in my heart - this woman was too much! Completely ignoring my excuses, they shot me indiscriminately. If it weren't for the bullet in the chamber of the gun, then I wouldn't have become a ghost under her gun? I screamed, grabbed the hook again, and pulled it out of the end of my uncle's head, and stood up and walked towards the clerk.

The woman was completely frightened and went crazy, she lost control completely, grabbed whatever was in her hand and smashed it at me with all her might. I was hit by some food and small items she threw at me. When she grabbed an iron pan from the shelf and was about to smash it at me, I couldn't take it anymore, screamed, and slammed the iron hook in my hand at her. The blow hit her in the head again, and she fell to the ground screaming, unconscious. I couldn't tell if she was knocked unconscious or dead, only that she was luckier than the middle-aged uncle, only hit by the back of the iron hook, and not injured by the sharp hook.

The threat in front of me was finally lifted, and I gasped for breath, and my emotions slowly calmed down. It took about two or three minutes for me to regain my composure and sanity. At this moment, I raised the iron hook in my hand, saw the blood stains on it, and then looked at the two lives that it had killed, and I couldn't help but be terrified. I threw the hook away, and with a weakness on my knees, I fell to my knees and wept bitterly.