September 22, 200× 10:13 PM

After some discussion, it was decided that the body would be moved to a corner that could not be seen, and someone would come and dispose of it tomorrow. After all, a corpse lying here always makes people panic.

"There's a storage room next to the bathroom." The female clerk was far away from the corpse, pointed inside, and said, "It's over there, you can carry him in." ”

The middle-aged uncle lifted the upper body of the corpse from behind and raised his head: "Who will take the handle?" ”

Without saying a word, the red-haired thug walked over and lifted the corpse's legs, and the two men picked up the corpse and walked towards the storage room. The man he had beaten to death was the one he had beaten to death, and now he was disposing of the man's body. I don't know if other people are like me, and when I see this scene, I have a weird feeling in my heart.

After a few minutes, they got it done and closed the door to the storage room. The middle-aged uncle took out a mop from the bathroom again and cleaned up the blood stains at the door and on the ground. The female clerk pointed to the pistol on the counter and said hesitantly, "What should I do with this thing?" ”

The middle-aged uncle pointed to the cash register and said, "Lock it in first, and then hand it over to them when the police come." ”

The female clerk did as she was told.

Now, there is nothing uncomfortable in the whole supermarket for the time being, and everyone's mood is much calmer. The people dispersed and found a place to stay, most of them leaning against the wall and sitting on the floor. The female clerk sat on a chair in front of the counter in a daze; The big man lay on the ground with his hands on his chest and fell asleep; The mother fidgeted and paced back and forth between the two shelves, apparently worried about her son. I, on the other hand, sat on the ground directly in front of me against the wall, just in a position where I could see everyone in the supermarket.

I sat there for more than ten minutes, not knowing what to do. Go to bed? How could I possibly sleep after such a bizarre event. Out of boredom, I began to observe these people around me and mentally guess their identities and occupations.

First of all, I think it's easiest to judge the big man with a meaty face. There is no doubt that judging by his dress and demeanor, he was a laborer who made a living, perhaps a worker on a nearby construction site. The opposite of him is the gentle middle-aged uncle, who is knowledgeable and quiet, may be a teacher, maybe a professor. The skinny red-haired kid had a bohemian and cynical face, dressed like Bill Kaulitz, the lead singer of the band Tokio Hotel. The only thing I can think of other than thinking he's a thug is that maybe he's a rock guy. I can't really see what the middle-aged fat woman in black does, I just think she looks like a puritan. The couple looked to be about 20 years old, maybe college students somewhere. As for the single mother — well, I thought that because I heard her say "my five-year-old son is still home alone" — she was about the same age as me, probably less than thirty. Could her profession be similar to mine, an ordinary employee of a certain company......

Suddenly, I stopped thinking and focused my eyes on two people. I suddenly realized that in addition to those people just now, there were two other people in this supermarket who had a weak sense of existence. These two men have barely spoken a word or done anything out of the ordinary, so much so that I almost ignored their existence.

One of them was a good-looking boy, about fourteen or fifteen years old, probably a junior high school student. I was secretly amazed by his composure and calmness, and I didn't expect the youngest of us to be the most unsettling. I recall that from the time the man broke in until now, the boy had a grim and gloomy expression on his face, and he was neither panicked nor anxious, just like now, just leaning against a shelf and meditating, as if what had happened to him tonight was not strange to him, and that he had just forgotten to bring his house key to stay here for a moment. But in my opinion, this happens to be the strangest part.

The other person was in the opposite of what happened to the little boy. First of all, in terms of age, this old woman was probably five times the age of a young boy, her hair was almost gray, and her face was wrinkled like ravines. Compared to the boy's composure, the old woman showed the other extreme. At this moment, she was far away from us all huddled in the corner between the two walls, her hands on her body, trembling, and she seemed more terrified than anyone else. It makes me wonder – of course, everyone should be scared when it comes to such an unbelievable oddity. But now that she had calmed down, why was the old woman so afraid? And I noticed that there was one thing that she was, like the boy, that is, she never said a word.

Just as I was silently watching them and thinking to myself, a middle-aged uncle came over from the other side and sat down next to me and greeted me, "Hi, hello. ”

"Hello." I smiled at him.

He lifted his glasses and asked gently, "What about your parents?" ”

I replied, "They're all out there." ”

The middle-aged uncle looked a little surprised: "You live alone? ”

I shrugged my shoulders, "I can't be alone, I still have some friends here." ”

He nodded lightly and said to me, "You know what? I have a daughter who looks about your age, so seeing you makes me feel relatable. ”

I would like to say that seeing him made me feel equally delighted. At least he was sitting next to me now, and a few words to me had already warmed me—but I knew he was comforting me—and given his age, and at most in his forties, how could his daughter be about my age? But no matter what, I was touched by his concern and comfort. I looked at him and said, "You must love your daughter, don't you?" ”

He nodded slightly, his eyes showing infinite love: "I love my daughters, and I love my wife, they are the most important treasures in my life." ”

"That'...... You must be worried about them right now. ”

He sighed deeply: "Of course. But I know that it's useless to rush now. And I know they're thinking about me right now, too. So I have to be strong, or they'll be more worried. ”

Hearing him say this, there seems to be some kind of telepathy between him and his wife and daughter. I was deeply touched by the power of this love. I don't want to talk to him about it anymore and make him sad. That night, neither he nor I spoke again, just sat silently side by side, fantasizing about the starry night sky outside.