Chapter 16 14. The Second Dead

September 26, 200X at 7:50 am Half asleep and half awake, I heard shouts and screams.Opening my eyes, I saw several people surrounded by the wall in front left, and my intuition told me that something happened again. I threw off the "quilt" on my body, stood up from the ground, walked over quickly, stepped forward to have a look, and my brain exploded with a "buzz". Another new victim was born, the fat woman.Her death looks almost exactly the same as that of the bearded man - distorted face, terrified and staring eyes, and open mouth.The only difference was that the deadly fruit knife was not stuck in her neck, but in the middle of her heart.

Although I was somewhat prepared, I still felt a shock and dizziness when I saw another victim who died tragically. Almost all the people in the supermarket gathered around now, several of them covered their mouths, their fear was palpable. "Who discovered her first?" the middle-aged uncle asked. "It's...it's me." The boy with a fair face said with a shocked expression, "I woke up early and thought I'd come here to get something to drink, when I saw her... was killed." The middle-aged uncle knelt down and touched the hands and feet of the corpse, and said: "Her limbs are completely stiff, and it seems that she has been dead for several hours—she was killed at night."

The fashionable girl seemed a little unable to stand, her body shook: "She... how could she be killed?" Her tone sounded a little funny, as if the big man before was supposed to be killed. "We have a murderer here, and he doesn't need a reason for killing people." The single mother said in a low voice. "Oh my god, how could this happen..." The female clerk covered her mouth with tears in her eyes, "So, any of us may be killed?" Her words made my heart tremble and I felt shuddering.For a moment, I was really almost misled by her words, believing that there was a perverted murderer among us who didn't need a reason, but anyway, I calmed down in time and let the rational thinking in my mind take the lead.I was able to do this because a few words from the fat woman yesterday came to my mind at this moment:

"I believe that no matter what happens, there will always be traces. I don't believe that someone murdered someone in this closed supermarket without leaving any traces. I want to investigate this matter clearly and see who is the real one. The real murderer!" I took a deep breath and thought, I sort of understand why she was killed. Suddenly, my heart shook again—by ​​the way, the fat woman told me mysteriously last night that she had already investigated something, and as long as she followed the clues, she would find out who the murderer was. The real face-she was killed by the murderer within a few hours after she said this.Obviously, the murderer also felt her presence was a threat.But—I became a little confused again—if I guessed correctly, the investigation of the fat woman should be aimed at the red-haired punks, that is to say, the red-haired punks are the greatest threat.Now that she was killed, could the murderer really be...

My eyes rolled a few times in their sockets, and then I involuntarily glanced at the red-haired little bastard. Unexpectedly, he happened to see me too.I was startled and quickly looked away, but he stared at me fiercely and asked, "Hey, what do you mean by looking at me like that?" Everyone looked over at the two of us, and I argued nervously and awkwardly: "No... I just... looked over by accident, it's not interesting." The red-haired gangster raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't think I'm a murderer, do you?" I trembled, and the horror in my heart was even worse.The middle-aged uncle came over and said to the red-haired gangster: "Hey, people have said that it doesn't mean that, why are you still holding on?"

The red-haired gangster lit a cigarette, turned around and said coldly, "Hmph, anyway, you don't think I'm a good person, do you?" I don't want him to dwell on this issue any longer, lest he feel resentment towards me.I changed the subject and asked everyone, "By the way, did you hear footsteps last night?" The boy with a fair face said: "Someone gets up to go to the bathroom at night, of course they will hear footsteps, what's wrong?" I shook my head and said, "No, that's not an ordinary footstep, but a slow, dull, lifeless, weird footstep."

The fashionable girl shuddered: "Don't say it so scary, okay? The current situation is scary enough." "But, the footsteps I heard are really like this..." The single mother, the fashionable girl and the boy with a fair face looked at each other with blank faces.The boy with a fair face shook his head and said, "None of us heard the weird footsteps you mentioned." I was very surprised: "How is this possible? Although the voice was not too loud, it was very clear. How could it be that I was the only one who heard it?" The boy with a fair face said, "You can't be sleepy, can you?"

When he said that, I was really not sure whether what happened last night was real or unreal.I just remember being a bit half asleep.But in any case, I was very impressed by the terrifying footsteps, but now I can't tell whether that impression came from a dream or reality.I regret not pinching my thigh to make sure. While secretly annoyed, I inadvertently glanced at the female shop assistant next to me, and found that she lowered her head, and there was a slightly disturbed expression on her face—clearly reacting to what I just said—but it was only for a moment , this unnatural expression was covered up by her, and she returned to that lovely and pitiful appearance.I was secretly suspicious. I didn't know why she had such a weird behavior, let alone why she deliberately covered it up.

The middle-aged uncle said at this time: "Forget it, don't talk about it now, let's carry her to the storage room first." I sighed in my heart-now the situation is getting more and more complicated.The target of my doubts began to be erratic, and now I don't even know who I have more doubts about.But I know that time is running out for us to solve the mystery - there are already three bodies in the storage room.