September 25, 200× 1:14 AM

For us now, there is no difference between day and night, and any moment in this claustrophobic space is pitch black. We can only tell by the fluorescent hands of the clock on the wall whether it is time to eat or sleep. To be honest, if I say now that I feel depressed and depressed in this dark environment, I will feel hypocritical. After a day, I've gotten used to this nocturnal life. I can now see someone's face almost without the faint light of that flashlight. I sat by the wall all afternoon, wondering when I was so adaptable, but when I saw that the other people in the supermarket were not as good as me, I understood that when people are in adversity, they always bring out some potential.

Since it was bedtime and only a flashlight stood upright on the floor in the middle of the supermarket, the small, orange light it cast on the ceiling became the only difference between us and the insects underground. I'm staring at the orange light right now, and I'm having a lot of boring fantasies in my head about it—I'm too bored to do anything. I have been leaning against the wall and napping since 9 o'clock in the evening, but I have been asleep until I wake up and start to have insomnia again. However, this kind of life of putting the cart before the horse has become commonplace.

Just as I was imagining the round orange circle of light as a golden mooncake, I suddenly saw a small figure appear between the two rows of shelves in front of me. I looked at the boy of fourteen or fifteen, walking slowly past the two rows of shelves. I was very surprised, I didn't expect that there were no one in the supermarket besides me, and of course I didn't understand why this boy was still wandering around the supermarket in the middle of the night. Just then, he suddenly turned his face to stare at me. I was shocked - it can't be. I was some distance away from him, and I didn't move, I just looked at him. In this extremely dim light, I don't believe he could see if I was open or closed. As I wondered, the little boy's face turned again, and the figure disappeared behind a row of shelves. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he probably just got up to go to the bathroom, and accidentally glanced this way.

Everything reverts to a static, unchanged state. I stared at the aperture of the flashlight for a long time, and gradually I felt a little sleepy again. Suffering from insomnia, I didn't dare to slack off, so I immediately lay down, and finally fell asleep after a long time.

It was as if I had just fallen asleep and was awakened by that piercing scream. Of course, I later learned that in fact I heard that scream at about half past three in the morning.

It was a heart-rending, terrifying woman's scream. I was awakened from my deep sleep, and after a few beatings, I sat up from the ground in horror, not knowing what had happened. At this time, everyone else in the supermarket was also awakened like me, and everyone opened a pair of frightened eyes, looking left and right inexplicably. It wasn't until the second scream told us the direction of the accident that everyone rushed to the row of shelves closest to the door.

At the front was a middle-aged uncle, who held another open flashlight in his hand. When he ran between the rightmost row of shelves and the wall, he jerked his footsteps, stunned and stunned. By the light of the flashlight in his hand, we saw a horrific scene before us: the bearded man fell in a pool of blood in a distorted position, and the entire blade of a fruit knife was plunged deep into his neck. There is no doubt that he must have died before he couldn't even make a sound. The most terrifying thing is that although he looks like he has been dead for a long time, his brass bell-like eyes are still round and open, looking straight ahead, and his mouth is open, as if he tried to shout something before he died. His strange appearance of death and the first feeling of people was that he saw something horrible and amazing when he was killed, so that his face still maintained this hideous expression after death.

I'm sure everyone in the room gasped a few times, just like me, and shuddered at the sight. Not to mention the female clerk who was the first to find the body. She was curled up against the wall at the moment, her hands clutched tightly in front of her mouth, and she was shaking violently. After the two screams just now, she seemed to have even been drained of the strength to scream again, and the whole person was simply frightened. The single mother picked up a tablecloth on the ground, stepped forward to wrap the trembling female clerk, hugged her tightly, and comforted her: "Okay, okay, it's okay." ”

The fashionable girl took a bottle of mineral water from the shelf next to her, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to the female clerk: "Drink some, it will be better." ”

The female clerk took the water tremblingly, took a few sips, and her face was still pale as a blank piece of paper. The single mother kept caressing her back. After a few minutes, she seemed to be slightly better. The uncle asked tentatively, "Are you ...... How to find his. ”

The female clerk swallowed, as if trying to swallow her fear, but she still said coldly: "I got up to go to the bathroom, passing by here...... ...... by his legs I stumbled and I looked over to him and saw him...... Killed. I don't know anything else. ”

Everyone looked at each other. The fat woman muttered in horror, "He was killed...... It was murdered, so to speak......"

I know what she's trying to say – the killer is among us – it's a fact beyond question. Although none of the people present said this sentence, I know that everyone is thinking so at the moment, because it is clearly written on the faces of each of us.

"Looks like we're all going to have to watch out for tonight." The red-haired thug sneered, "Things are getting more and more interesting. ”

I was disgusted by what he said and this attitude. Although, I didn't get used to seeing that swearing, arrogant and unreasonable bearded man before, but after all, he is also a life, and now that he has been killed so cruelly, can't we still accumulate some virtue on our lips? I stared at the aloof, red-haired thug in disgust - do you think it's funny that someone gets killed? It would be even more fun if that fruit knife was stuck in your neck right now.

Suddenly, I was startled, and my mind was like a lightning bolt, and my breathing stopped in an instant.

Fruit knives? You need this—I remember, the fruit knife that the little boy handed me when he said this to me was exactly the same as the one in the neck of the bearded man!

Oh, my God. A cold sweat broke out on my back, and I slowly turned my head to look behind me to see the little boy watching us silently in the darkness in the distance. It was too far away for me to make out the expression on his face, but I could guess—for I had seen that cold, consistent expression many times.

Is it a coincidence? Still is...... My mind was in a mess, and I quickly turned my face back, not daring to look in his direction again. I just feel like I've fallen into an ice cellar and chills all over my body.