September 25, 200× 5:17 AM

"Hey, hey, big sister, wake up."

At the slightest call, the single mother opened her eyes and saw the two young men in front of her in the dim light. She asked, "What's wrong, you guys?" ”

"Someone has been killed, can you still sleep?" The fashion girl asked.

The single mother smiled bitterly: "This kind of thing happened, what can I do?" You can't just stay awake. ”

The little white-faced boy blinked and said, "You don't seem to realize that the murderer is one of us, and we are still in danger." ”

"Of course I realized. But we are in danger. And why fear another murderer? The single mother was physically and mentally exhausted and said, "Besides, I don't know who he or she is, so I can't be on guard." ”

"We are really in danger all the time, and the threats that have come before have come from the outside and have not hurt us exactly. But this time it is different, the danger arises within us and threatens our lives at all times, and we can no longer sit idly by. ”

Single mother staring at the fashion girl: "So what do you want to do?" ”

"Do you remember what the last thing that slain bearded man said last night?" The fashion girl asked.

The single mother thought for a moment: "He seems to be saying that at nine o'clock this morning, no matter what, he will definitely slam the door, and threaten none of us to stop him." ”

"Yes." The fashion girl lowered her voice and said, "Think about it, what does it mean that he was quietly killed within a few hours after he left those words?" ”

The single mother straightened up and seemed to understand something: "You mean ......"

"Of course it is. The big man was undoubtedly killed by one of those who disapproved of smashing the door to get out, otherwise I can't think of any other motive. The fashionable girl looked solemn.

"Think about it, no one will ever propose to smash that door at nine o'clock this morning—provided that none of the three of us insist on going out, of course." The little white-faced boy added.

The single mother now fully understood the purpose of the two of them coming to her, and she said, "I see, except for the big man, the only three of us are in favor of going out." If we insist on slamming the door in the morning, the next victim could be one of us. ”

"Thank goodness you finally got what we meant." The little white-faced boy let out a sigh.

The single mother said, "Then you came to me to talk to me so that I would not talk about going out again in the morning?" ”

"It's not just you, we need it too." "I think we're going to have to take the initiative before the killer wants to do anything to us, so that everybody knows we've given up on the idea of going out." ”

The single mother frowned and said, "I don't think it's so scary." After all, the big man is the main threat to them, and we just go along with him. Now that the big man is dead, is it necessary to kill all three of us? ”

"Who knows? Anyway, the murderer has already opened the killing ring, and killing one is not the same as killing several for him. The little white-faced boy said worriedly, "I'm afraid that he won't do anything." ”

The single mother sighed sadly: "Actually, I'm not afraid that he will come and kill me or something." Anyway, I'm a little discouraged, and if he really wants to kill me, he will free me. ”

The little white-faced boy looked at her worriedly: "What do you mean by that...... Wouldn't you have to go out in the morning? ”

The single mother shook her head in frustration and said, "What's the point of me insisting alone?" I just have the heart and the power. With my own strength, I would not have been able to smash that door open. Now, let it be fate. ”

The fashion girl looked at her depressed appearance and comforted: "Don't be so discouraged, maybe we are lucky, and wait patiently for a few more days, and the rescuers will come." ”

The single mother smiled bitterly and did not speak.

Then, the fashionable girl and the little white-faced boy said some words of encouragement and comfort to each other. I didn't have the heart to listen to it anymore.

It's only past six o'clock in the morning, and I guess they must have thought their soft-spoken conversation wasn't being heard by anyone who was asleep. But they didn't know that I, who was only two shelves away from them, hadn't slept since the killing, and that all their conversations had been in my ears.

I think the fashion girl has a good analysis. Indeed, the motive for the murder was clearly one of those who opposed it. I guess she and her boyfriend are hiding in a more hidden corner at the moment, and further analyze: middle-aged uncle, fat woman, female clerk, and of course me - who of these people is more likely to be the murderer?

I sighed sadly in my heart – her analysis was valid, but there was a serious omission – and those who did not express their opinions did not necessarily have no ideas in their hearts. In fact, this kind of silent person who hides his true thoughts is sometimes the most terrifying.

But the problem is that they didn't expect that the murderer might be the teenage boy, which really disappointed me.

It dawned on me that I was probably the only one of them who had actually guessed the identity of the murderer. But what should I do? If I were to tell someone that I suspected the boy of the murderer just because I had seen him walking around the supermarket in the middle of the night, it would be a little too unconvincing. People would just think he was just getting up to go to the bathroom, and I really don't have any real evidence that he killed someone. As for the fact that he implicitly handed me a fruit knife a few days ago, even I thought it was strange and incredible. So don't tell anyone about it.

But then I thought, if I don't do anything, will the boy continue to kill? Or is he going to do anything to me? When I think about this, I feel terrified, but I can't do anything about it.

I kept thinking about it, and I fell into a deep confusion and embarrassment.