"And you can't assume that I'm mentally abnormal just because I came out shopping at night wearing a gas mask," the boy touched the pig's mouth that spit out from the mask: "Now that the air pollution is so bad, what's wrong with me thinking about my own health?"

If it weren't for the fact that there were two 'dead' and miserable 'corpses' lying on the floor behind this thing, maybe the old man would have believed in his evil.

But now... The supermarket owner glanced behind Roger, the flesh on his cheeks was trembling, and he resolutely gritted his teeth and pushed the muzzle of the gun forward: "Either get out of my store, or I will smash my head, choose one of the two!"

"Well, since you're so insistent—" Roger pouted, bending down slowly.

"What are you doing!" the old man shouted at him.

"Pick up my suitcase, of course... You probably wanted to rob me in the first place. The boy said in an innocent tone. But under the old man's preconceived opinion, he didn't see the innocent feeling from Roger for a day.

"Move slowly, and if I find you doing anything else, I'll shoot. The supermarket manager snapped.

Roger slowly bent down unusually obediently, and little by little lifted Pandora's box into his hand.

"Get out. The old man succinctly gestured to the door of the supermarket with the shotgun in his hand.

The boy didn't move, and sighed helplessly and said, "When I went to the supermarket to buy something, an old guy pointed a gun at it... Seriously, I've been feeling like I've been a bit of an old man lately..."

"Shut up, and get out!" the supermarket owner shoved his gun forward, almost poking it into the gas mask that Roger was wearing in the face.

"Well, I have something to ask you... And I've taken so many things, can't you find me a plastic bag to put on? Roger ignored the shotgun against his forehead, and said in a serious tone: "Also, if you insist on shooting, I advise you not to hit the head, your Remington is very powerful, if you shoot, it will splash the brain pulp on the ceiling, and it is not easy to clean up." ”

The old man's hand holding the gun shook involuntarily, and there was no fear of being pointed at the gun in the tone of this madman's voice, and he emphasized the problem of the brain in the tone of the passerby... He now regrets a little why he was so impulsive just now, knowing that he was a madman in front of him, he took out a gun and pointed it at him, and it was only right to call the police after he left!

But Roger didn't finish his words, but paused and gasped and said, "... Of course, the main thing is that it is very troublesome to lose your head, and it takes a few minutes for the belt to see things normally, which is very troublesome..."

"So, could you please put the gun down, and then take out a plastic bag and pack up the snacks I want to eat?" The thing said politely, but the Pandora's box in his hand was instantly deformed, and the hideous huge cannon barrel stretched out directly against the old man's stomach, pushing him unsteadily and taking a small step backwards: "After all, if I pull the trigger, your whole body will become a brain and fly up to the ceiling." ”

Compared to the Pandora, the Remington shotgun is more like a firewood stick in terms of size and shape.

The old man looked at the suddenly deformed weapon in the hand of the madman opposite in astonishment, and subconsciously pulled the trigger.

But the moment he was hit by the bazooka had already made his movements distorted, and the muzzle of the gun smashed a chandelier on the top of the shelf.

"Your pistol technique feels very familiar to me..."Roger pursed his lips, reached out and easily pulled the old man out of his hand, threw it out casually, and said, "Now hurry up and find a bag to fill things up for me." ”

The old man watched his gun being snatched away by the madman in front of him and could do nothing, and after two clicks of his lips, he simply took out the plastic bag from the drawer of the cash register.

Roger also retracted Pandora, glanced sideways at the live game on the TV, leaned over and picked up the remote control from under the counter to find an interesting TV show, without the slightest defensiveness.

"By the way, I'll ask you about something," the boy said in a relaxed tone, casually changing the TV station.

The old man, who had packed the pile of snacks into a plastic bag, didn't speak, but he only let out a soft snort through his nose when he was photographed by Roger's 'psychopathic murderer' and the shape-shifting weapon.

Roger didn't care, and after switching the channel to a hit TV series, he asked, "What is this place?"

"Where?" the old man repeated silently, not understanding the point of the murderer asking this question, but under pressure he said truthfully, "this is the Gramil neighborhood. ”

“... Say a bigger name..."Roger said without looking back, as he watched the TV show. Knowing the name of the street is useful. Even in London, the names of the streets are unknown except for the major streets.

"Well, this is the city of Cuxtown," the old man said tentatively, after a moment's hesitation. Roger's question struck him as strange. Under what circumstances do people not know where they are?

"Well—" Roger looked up and thought for a long time, not thinking that he had heard it anywhere: "It's a little bigger." ”

"How big?" the old man glanced at the transformable suitcase that Comrade 'Murderer' was carrying, and whispered, "Ireland Island." The city of Cookstown, Northern Ireland. ”

Fortunately, although it was a little far away, at least it was not out of the scope of the Eagle Country. Roger nodded happily and stopped talking as he watched the TV series.

However, the imaginative old man on the side used his brain hole again and began to make up for the non-existent plot... The 'perverted murderer' in front of him is an alien who crash-landed on Earth because of an accident in the spaceship!

Think about it, who doesn't know where they are? except for amnesia, kidnapping, and getting lost on a road trip... It's just the only one who suddenly appears here because of an accident.

Thinking about the transformable suitcase in Roger's hand, such a sci-fi thing is obviously not something that can be invented at the current level of science and technology, so the true identity of this perverted murderer is simply about to come out! And the two corpses in the back must have been brought back to the spaceship to remember the dissection experiment!

Thinking of this, the old man's movements of loading snacks immediately slowed down, and he carefully looked at Lupin and Bellatrix on the floor, and found that the extremely thin man who was wearing a prison uniform had no Adam's apple, and was obviously a woman.

This further strengthens the old man's subjective inference, isn't human beings composed of a man and a woman!