Chapter 20 18. Who is the murderer?

September 27, 200X at 4:50 AM Fashion Girl's death was the only thing that didn't surprise and shock me, I almost expected her to be the next victim. Perhaps it is because we have witnessed too many deaths in the past few days. When the middle-aged uncle and the female shop assistant and I stood next to the tragic death of the fashion girl, we did not show too much horror. A dazed and numb mood takes over.We seem powerless to grieve or feel sorry for others, and when we see their dead bodies, we also see our own sad fate. The clerk was the first to turn her head away, and sobbed—again, she was the first to discover the body.But the way she handled it was much calmer and more stable than last time. She no longer trembled and screamed. She just woke up the middle-aged uncle and me and brought us to the scene.

I don't want to take a closer look at the tragic death of the fashion girl, it's almost the same as the previous two people who were killed.The only thing that caught my attention was the murder weapon—the same kind of fruit knife was used in the three murders.There is no doubt that the murderer is the same person.As for who this person is, I think there is no need to question it at this time. I searched around, and the little boy was out of sight, which made me even more sure that he was the murderer—he almost never once faced the dead body after the murder. As I was thinking to myself, the saleswoman finally cried out: "She is right... She told me yesterday that the little gangster is not the real murderer. The real murderer is still among us, and he hasn't stopped yet... …My God, the girl was killed after saying this, so now, is it my turn?"

The middle-aged uncle tried to comfort her, but she cried even harder, and turned around and ran towards the counter.The uncle was probably afraid that she would do something stupid, so he followed her closely. I stood there for about ten minutes, and finally made a decision - I want to tell the middle-aged uncle and the female shop assistant that the little boy is the murderer, and I want to form a united front with them to subdue the boy together, And forced him to speak out about the crime he had committed.Yes, I have to do it now!If I still do not speak out about the situation I have suspected for a long time because of fear, it is tantamount to indulging the hateful murderer, which is tantamount to digging my own grave.

Making up my mind, I headed over to the counter.When I was about to get there, I suddenly heard the middle-aged uncle and the female shop assistant talking in a low voice.I stopped and judged that they were whispering by the shelf on the far right. This mysterious and hiding situation made me wonder what they were talking about—I held my breath and stood up. Listen carefully to their conversation. "...Actually, I have been suspicious for a long time, but I just kept holding back. Now it seems that it must be him (her)." The voice of the female shop assistant was a little trembling.

My heart tightened—who was she talking about? "But after all, we're all guessing, we haven't witnessed him (her) murder, so we can't be 100% sure it's him (her), right?" said the middle-aged uncle. "Now there are only a few of us left, who else would it be? If we don't take action, we will be the next victim." "Are you really so sure?" I heard the female shop assistant say clearly: "Yes, I'm sure the murderer is that little boy!" That's right, it's him!There was a burst of excitement in my heart, and I almost wanted to jump in front of them immediately and tell them that I also thought so, but the next sentence of the middle-aged uncle seemed to throw me into an ice cellar, my whole body was cold and I couldn’t move .

"But what if it's her?" he said. God!I was horrified that he suspected me! "Her? I don't think...is it possible?" said the saleswoman. "You can't tell. Sometimes, the most unlikely things are the most likely." "Then tell me, what shall we do?" After a while of silence, I heard the middle-aged uncle whisper: "There is no other choice, we have to take action against both of them, and in this case, either you die or I live!" I took a deep breath, the chill behind my back made me shiver several times.It's like countless bees are flying into my mind, buzzing.I didn't hear their voices at this time, I don't know if they had already discussed it, and then they were walking towards me.I was flustered and didn't know where to go for a while-no matter where I hid, they will find me!Finally, I caught a glimpse of the corner of the doorway, where the light was the darkest, almost completely out of reach of the feeble flashlight.I didn't have the time to choose, so I hurriedly hid in that dark corner and curled up into a ball.

I couldn't stop shaking, and my whole body was icy cold. It was the first time I was scared like this since I was trapped here.Not only because of the fear of death - desolation, chilling, grievance, anger, all kinds of negative emotions intertwined and circling towards me, making me feel unprecedented sadness and despair.I thought that if I regarded the middle-aged uncle as the most trustworthy and reliable person among these people, he would more or less treat me the same way.Unexpectedly, in the end he even suspected that I was a murderer, and planned to attack me in order to protect himself!I was going to form an alliance with him, but he has already joined with the shop girl, and regards all others as enemies and is ready to destroy them together-this is really a great irony!Thinking of this, a bad breath surged in my chest, which made me clenched my fists unconsciously, and my body also twitched.Unexpectedly, my elbow touched the iron rolling door and made a "crash".

Oops!I screamed in my heart - I have exposed my position! Sure enough, within five seconds after the sound was made, the middle-aged uncle and the female shop assistant appeared in front of me.See me curled up here.The middle-aged uncle pretended not to know and asked, "Why are you hiding in this corner?" I stared at him in horror, leaning against the wall tightly: "Don't...don't come over!" Instead, he squatted down and leaned towards me: "What's wrong with you?" My throat seemed to be blocked by something, I couldn't make a sound, I just shook my head in fear.He stretched out a hand to try to touch my forehead, but I quickly blocked it with my hand.At the moment when my head turned to the right, I suddenly saw the hand behind his back, holding a gleaming sharp knife in that hand!

In an instant, I felt dizzy and breathless, and I thought he was about to strike!At this critical juncture, my hands subconsciously searched the surrounding ground for something that could save my life—I found it, an iron hook!It was the iron hook that the male clerk used to pull down the shutter door!I had no room for hesitation or choice, so I picked up the iron hook and swept towards the middle-aged uncle with all my strength—— Time seemed to have paused, and the middle-aged uncle and I met each other's eyes, staring at each other in a daze, but blood oozed from his eyes, and his face lost his vitality.Only then did I see that the pointed end of the iron hook was nailed to his right temple impartially.

I was so frightened that I dropped the iron hook dumbfounded. The body of the middle-aged uncle fell obliquely to the left like a scarecrow that had lost its support, motionless.The female clerk took a step forward, seeing the tragic death of the middle-aged uncle, she let out a heart-piercing scream.Then, she looked at me, screamed and ran towards the counter.Before I could do anything else, she came up to me again with the pistol tightly in both hands.She was shaking violently like chaff, the pistol might go off at any moment.I didn't want to make the same mistakes as the boy with a bad face, so I tried my best to explain: "No! Don't shoot, I didn't mean to kill him! I just... just want to defend myself!"

What I didn't expect happened, the female clerk didn't listen to my explanation at all, pointed the pistol at my body, and pulled the trigger! I'm dead! I closed my eyes tightly, but instead of hearing the gunshot, I heard a "click".I opened my eyes and saw the saleswoman staring at the pistol in astonishment, as if she didn't understand what was going on.In fact, I thought the same as her - shouldn't there be the last bullet in the chamber, why would it be empty? Suddenly, I understood.I remembered that when I told the middle-aged uncle last night that the fashionable girl was going to commit suicide with a pistol, he said that some precautions should be taken with that pistol—he must have dropped the last bullet in the chamber! Seeing that the pistol was useless, the female clerk threw it away in horror. At the same time, she walked backward slowly, looking around and searching for something that could be used to attack me.I stared at her, and an unknown fire ignited in my heart-this woman is too much!They completely ignored my justification and shot at me indiscriminately.If it wasn't for the bullets in the gun chamber being fired, wouldn't I have become her ghost now?With a yell, I held the iron hook again and pulled out the end that was inserted into the uncle's head. I stood up and walked towards the female clerk. The woman was completely insane with fright, she lost control completely, grabbed whatever was at hand recklessly and threw it at me.I was hit by some food and small items she threw at me.When she grabbed an iron pan on the shelf and was about to throw it at me, I couldn't bear it any longer, and with a loud cry, I swung the iron hook in my hand towards her.The blow hit her head again, and she fell to the ground with a scream, unconscious.I can't judge whether she was knocked out or died, I only know that she was luckier than the middle-aged uncle, but was hit by the back of the iron hook and was not injured by the sharp hook. The threat in front of me was finally lifted, I gasped heavily, and my emotions gradually calmed down.After standing there for about two or three minutes, I completely regained my composure and reason.At this time, I raised the iron hook in my hand, saw the blood stains on it, and then looked at the two lives killed by it, I couldn't help but my heart was broken.I threw away the iron hook, my knees softened, and I knelt down, crying bitterly.