Chapter 11 9. The First Dead

September 25, 200X at 1:14 AM For us now, there is no difference between day and night, anyway, any moment in this claustrophobic space is pitch black.We can only judge whether it is time to eat or sleep by the fluorescent hands of the wall clock.To be honest, if I say that I feel depressed and depressed in this dark environment, I would feel hypocritical.After a day, I have somewhat adapted to this kind of life like a nocturnal animal.I can barely see people's faces now without the dim light of that flashlight.I sat by the wall all afternoon wondering when I became so adaptable, but when I saw that other people in the supermarket were not much older than me, I kind of understood - people are in adversity When you are in the middle, you will always stimulate some potential.

Since it is time to sleep, there is only one flashlight standing upright on the floor in the middle of the supermarket, and the small, orange light it projects on the ceiling becomes the only difference between us and the underground insects.I'm staring blankly at that orange light right now, and I'm running a lot of silly fantasies related to this halo in my head-I'm really too bored to do anything.I've been leaning against the wall for a nap since nine o'clock in the evening, but I woke up now and started to suffer from insomnia again.But this kind of putting the cart before the horse has become commonplace.

Just when I imagined the round orange halo into a golden moon cake, I suddenly saw a small figure appearing between the two rows of shelves in front of me.I took a closer look and saw that it was the little boy of fourteen or five years old, and he walked slowly between the two rows of shelves.I was very surprised, I didn't expect that there was no one else sleeping in this supermarket besides me. Of course, what I didn't understand was why this boy was still wandering through the supermarket in the middle of the night.Just then, he suddenly turned his face to stare at me.I was shocked - impossible.I was a good distance away from him, and I didn't move, I just looked at him.In this extremely dim light, I don't believe he can see whether my eyes are open or closed.When I was puzzled, the little boy turned his face away again, and his figure disappeared behind a row of shelves.I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he probably just got up to go to the toilet, and just glanced this way inadvertently.

Everything returns to a state of stillness and no change.I stared at the aperture of the flashlight for a long time, and gradually fell asleep again.Suffering from insomnia, I didn't dare to neglect, so I immediately lay down, and finally fell asleep after a long time. For me, it was as if I had just fallen asleep and was awakened by that piercing scream.Of course I later found out that the time I actually heard the scream was around 3:30 in the morning. It was a heart-piercing, terrifying scream of a woman.I was awakened from a deep sleep, and after a few jolts, I sat up from the ground in horror, not knowing what had happened.At this time, other people in the supermarket were also awakened like me, and everyone opened a pair of frightened eyes, looking around inexplicably.It wasn't until the second scream told us the direction of the accident that everyone surged up and ran towards the row of shelves closest to the door.

In the front is the middle-aged uncle, holding another flashlight in his hand.When he ran between the rightmost row of shelves and the wall, he stopped suddenly, dumbfounded in shock.With the light of the flashlight in his hand, we saw a terrifying scene in front of us: the bearded man fell into a pool of blood in a distorted posture, and the entire blade of a fruit knife was deeply inserted into his chest in the neck.There is no doubt that he must have died before he could even make a sound.The most frightening thing is that even though he seems to have been dead for a long time, his eyes like copper bells are still open, looking straight ahead, and his mouth is also open, as if he tried to shout before he died. What came out.The first impression of his strange death is that he saw something terrifying and amazing when he was killed, so that after death, his face still maintained this hideous expression.

I believe that everyone present gasped a few breaths like me, stupefied and shuddering at the sight.Not to mention the saleswoman who first discovered the body.She was curled up by the wall at this moment, her hands were tightly clutched in front of her mouth, and her whole body was shaking violently.After the two screams just now, she seemed to have lost all her strength to scream again, and she was completely frightened.The single mother picked up a tablecloth on the ground, stepped forward to wrap the trembling female shop assistant, hugged her tightly and helped her over, comforting her: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

The fashionable girl took a bottle of mineral water from the shelf next to it, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to the female shop assistant: "Drink some, it will feel better." The female shop assistant took the water tremblingly, took a few sips, her face was still as pale as a sheet of white paper.The single mother kept stroking her back.After a few minutes, she seemed slightly better.The uncle tentatively asked, "How...how did you find him?" The female shop assistant swallowed her saliva, as if she was trying to swallow her fear, but she was still shivering: "I got up to go to the toilet, and I passed by here... I tripped over his leg... and I looked at him , I saw him... killed. I don’t know anything about the rest.”

Everyone looked at each other.The fat woman murmured in amazement: "He was killed...he was murdered, so..." I knew what she was going to say - the murderer was among us - there was no doubt about it.Although no one in the room said this sentence, I know that everyone is thinking this way at the moment, because this sentence is clearly written on the faces of each of us. "It seems that we all have to be careful tonight." The red-haired gangster sneered, "Things are really getting more and more interesting." I was disgusted by his words and attitude.Although, I was not used to seeing that foul-mouthed, arrogant and unreasonable bearded man before, but after all, he is also a life, and now that he has been killed so cruelly, can't we accumulate some virtue in our mouths?I eyed the impassive red-haired punk in disgust—do you think it's funny when someone gets killed?It would be even more interesting if that paring knife was stuck in your neck right now.

Suddenly, I was startled, like a flash of lightning flashed through my mind, and my breathing stopped for an instant. fruit knife? You need this - I remembered, when the little boy said this to me, the fruit knife that was handed to me was exactly the same as the fruit knife stuck in the neck of the bearded man! gosh.Cold sweat broke out on my back, and then I slowly turned my head to look back, and saw the little boy watching us silently in the darkness in the distance.It was too far away to see the expression on his face, but I could guess it—because I had seen that cold, consistent expression many times.

Is it a coincidence?Still... my mind was in a mess, I quickly turned my face back, and didn't dare to look in his direction again.I just feel like I have fallen into an ice cellar, and my whole body is cold.