In a cramped chemical supply store, there was a pale-faced man who wanted to buy a bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid, which made the clerk hesitate a little. The man in front of him looked a little abnormal, he walked as if he was drunk and unsteady, his face was covered with a big hat, almost his eyes were blocked, and even his speech was a little slurred. If the person wants to do something bad after buying concentrated sulfuric acid, then the problem is serious.

"Maybe he drank heavily because he was out of love, and now he came to buy ......sulfuric acid because he wanted revenge," the clerk shuddered in his heart, and looked at the man intently. Unfortunately, the lighting in the store was not good, and the customer wore a peaked cap, and the soft light shone in through the frosted glass from the window, making the customer look a little gloomy.

"I don't want much, a glass like that will do. The man pointed to the smallest measuring cup on the table, and his voice was deep and he spoke very slowly, as if it had taken all his strength to say the whole sentence. Although it sounded like he was speaking in a pleading tone, it made the clerk more and more suspicious, such a small measuring cup is only 20ml, and it is too little to do anything. Unless he's trying to......

"May I ask you what you are going to do?" asked the little clerk, plucking up the courage to ask, he had an inexplicable fear in front of this man, he glanced at the man again, and continued: "This thing is a dangerous good after all, I can't just sell it." ”

With his gloved hands, the man laboriously pulled out a large bill from his pocket and put it on the counter: "One cup, this price, don't look for it." ”

The clerk's eyes lit up, such a big bill, more than enough to buy two large bottles, but the sense of responsibility and greed in his heart were at war, and he still didn't answer the man.

The man was a little impatient, took out another one, and put it on the counter, "I won't use it to do bad things, I'll use it in your store." ”

After the clerk got this promise, he hurriedly took the beaker, poured out 20ml of concentrated sulfuric acid and handed it over, the man took it and turned around and walked to a dark corner, wiping something on his body with it.

"It's about washing the stains on your shoes. The clerk was a little relieved, he knew that some people would wear corrosion-resistant shoes to do some work with pollutants, and encounter stains that are difficult to clean, maybe using sulfuric acid. "Just don't make my shop dirty. The clerk thought to himself, and pinched the banknotes in his pocket again, the texture is absolutely real, and the counterfeit banknotes don't have such a crispy feel.

At this moment, a patrol officer came to this small chemical shop on routine patrol, came in to say hello, and the light brought in by pushing the door shone on the man, and the clerk and the patrol officer clearly saw that he was carefully rubbing his ankle!

Could it be that he is harming himself? The patrolman shouted, "What are you doing? What are you holding in your hand? Put down what you are holding." ”

"That's concentrated sulfuric acid!" The clerk's remorse in his heart is not to mention, this thing was sold to him by himself, and when it comes to investigation, I am afraid that there will be problems.

"I don't want to do that either," the man stood up, "but there are too many scavengers here, and my body can't resist it, so I'll have to deal with it." He paused, then added, "We all use this thing over there." ”

The patrolman pulled out his baton and shouted, "Put down what you are doing!"

A mocking light flashed in the man's eyes, and he put the beaker in his hand on the ground as he said. The patrolman immediately ran up and tried to handcuff him behind his back, but the police were still very careful in the face of a person who tried to harm himself. But when he grabbed the man's hand, he found that half of his wrist was white bone, and the other half was rotting flesh.

"You ......" The patrolman turned white as he looked up at the man's pale face—not a trace of blood. He saw that the man's face had rotted to the point of decay, and most of his skinless face showed dark red muscle bundles, some of which had turned black and carbonized.

"Yes, I'm a zombie. Still struggling, the man said, the patrolman wandered between screaming and fainting, and then chose the latter resolutely.

"Liar...... Lie," the clerk held the bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid, he didn't believe that there were those things in this world, but the guy who appeared in front of him made him want to grab the most powerful weapon at his disposal. "Don't come here!" he shouted as hard as he could, but his voice got stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit it out - this guy was clearly not afraid of concentrated sulfuric acid.

"I just want to come back and see, you know it's not easy for us to get out. The man saw the clerk staring at him and trembling, so he said in a very casual chat tone, "My home is too far away, and this body probably can't go back." I'll burn it when I can't hold it anymore, and I'll probably be able to rest in peace. ”

The clerk couldn't say a word, just clutched the bottle, watched as the man took all the money from the patrolman—he must have gotten his money that way it came from—and walked out.

When he arrived at the door, the man turned around and said, "The world is so good." ”

And then it was gone.