Chapter 4 2. Two weird people

September 22, 200X at 10:13 PM After some discussion, everyone decided to move the body to an invisible corner, and someone will deal with it tomorrow.After all, a dead body lying here always makes people panic. "There is a storage room next to the bathroom." The female clerk did not dare to approach the corpse from a distance, pointing to it 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 help?" The red-haired gangster walked over without saying a word, lifted the corpse's legs, and the two of them lifted the corpse and walked towards the storage room.It was the man who was killed by the gangster just now, and now he is dealing with the man's body again.I don't know if other people are like me. When I saw this scene, I felt a weird feeling in my heart.

After a few minutes, they were done and closed the storage room door.The middle-aged uncle took out a mop from the bathroom and cleaned up the blood on the door and the ground.Pointing to the pistol on the counter, the female clerk said hesitantly, "What about this thing?" The middle-aged uncle pointed to the cash register and said, "Lock it in first and put it away. When the police come, I will hand it over to them." The saleswoman complied. Now, there is nothing uncomfortable in the entire supermarket for the time being, and everyone's mood is much calmer.The people dispersed and each found a place to stay, most of them sat on the ground against the wall.The female clerk was sitting on the chair in front of the counter in a daze; the big man lay carelessly on the ground and fell asleep with his arms folded on his chest; Worrying about her son.And I, sitting on the ground in front of me against the wall, was in a position where I could see everyone in the supermarket.

I sat blankly for more than ten minutes, not knowing what to do.sleep?How could I sleep after such a freak event.Extremely bored, I began to observe these people around me, and guessed their identities and occupations in my mind. First of all, I think the easiest to judge is the big man with a swollen face.From his dress and manner there was no doubt that he was a coolie, perhaps a laborer on some nearby construction site.Contrary to him is the gentle middle-aged uncle, he is well-educated and calm, he may be a teacher, maybe a professor.The skinny red-haired boy had a rebellious and cynical face, and his attire looked like the lead singer of the Queen band, but he was not so temperamental.Other than thinking he's a punk, the only thing I can think of is that maybe he's a rocker.The middle-aged fat woman in black clothes I really can't see what she does, I just think she looks like a Puritan.The couple looked about twenty years old, maybe they were college students somewhere.As for the single mother—well, I think so because I heard her say “my five-year-old son is home alone”—she was about my age, probably under thirty.Could her occupation be similar to mine, as an ordinary employee of a certain company...

Suddenly, I stopped thinking and my eyes focused on the two people.I suddenly discovered that besides those people just now, there are two other people with very weak sense of existence in this supermarket.These two people have hardly said a word or made any special actions since they were engaged in publishing, so that I almost ignored their existence. One of them was a handsome little boy, about fourteen or five years old, probably a junior high school student.I was secretly amazed at his poise and coolness, the smallest of our bunch being the least alarmed.I recalled that from the time the man broke in until now, the boy had always had a stern and gloomy expression on his face. He was neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, just like now, just leaning against a shelf and sitting quietly, It seemed that what happened to him tonight was not surprising to him, he just forgot to bring his house key and stayed here for a while.But in my opinion, this happens to be the strangest part.

The other person had the exact opposite of what the little boy had.First of all, in terms of age, this old woman may be five times the age of the little boy. Her hair is almost white, and the wrinkles on her face are like ravines.Compared with the calmness of the boy, what the old woman showed was another extreme.At this moment, she is far away from all of us, curled up in a corner between two walls, clasping her body in her hands, trembling constantly, she seems more frightened than anyone else.This made me wonder--of course, everyone should be frightened when encountering such unimaginable strange things.But now that she has calmed down after all, why is the old woman still so frightened?And I noticed that one thing, she was the same as the boy, that is, she didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

While I was watching them silently and thinking to myself, the middle-aged uncle came over from the other side and sat beside me, and said hello to me, "Hi, hello." "Hello." I smiled at him. He lowered his glasses and asked gently, "Where are your parents?" I replied: "They are all out of town." The middle-aged uncle looked a little surprised: "You live alone?" I shrugged my shoulders: "It can't be regarded as a person, I still have some friends here." He nodded slightly and said to me: "You know? I have a daughter who looks about your age, so seeing you makes me feel kind."

I would say that seeing him was just as gracious to me.At least he is sitting next to me now, talking to me a few words has made me feel very warm—but I know that he is comforting me—looking at his age, he is in his forties at most, his How can my daughter be about the same age as me?But no matter what, his concern and comfort moved me endlessly.I looked at him and said, "You must love your daughter very much, don't you?" He nodded slightly, with infinite love in his eyes: "I love my daughter and my wife, they are the most important treasures in my life." "Then...you must be very worried about them now."

He sighed deeply: "Of course. But I know, it's useless to be anxious now. And I know they are thinking about me at the moment. So I have to be strong, or they will worry even more." From what he said, there seemed 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, he and I didn't talk anymore, we just sat side by side silently, imagining the star-studded night sky outside.