Sell Evil

Overcast on December 3.

It was already over ten o'clock in the morning when I opened my eyes. I don't need to open the curtains to know that the sky outside is hazy. The damp air penetrated into the room, under the covers, and into my bones.

I have only two choices: either get myself a cup of coffee or close my eyes, expecting it to open again on December 4th.

Anyway, I finally got up.

As usual today, I sit in the shop and pray that people don't come to visit this broken place.

The cloudy afternoon is like the minutes when children wait in line before an injection, or dozens of seconds before the appearance of a ghost in a horror movie.

You know that bad things will happen, but you can never tell when the first drop of rain will fall.

Thanks to the weather, a few hours passed quickly, and until 4 pm, there was really no customer.

For me, this is an intoxicating time. I can sit quietly behind the desk and read a book and drink coffee without being disturbed by anyone.

At 4:30, someone pushed in and came in. Well, I hate him.

But he still brought me a little surprise, because he didn't come to buy books, but to come in and rob.

When this guy walked towards me while drawing a gun, I really wanted to complain to him. It's getting harder and harder to deal with corpses recently. It's very difficult for me to be forced by someone.

I figured it out, pulling my teeth, shaving my hair, and sawing it into six pieces. It took about half an hour. It took me another hour to drive him to Bob's pig farm, and I had to clean up the blood when I came back. And trash, it's too late to prepare dinner.

So I raised my hands and gave a look of horror, and my voice tremblingly told him that the money was in the drawer, please let me go.

认为 I think I acted very realistically. No matter how the eyes, tone, or body movements are portrayed perfectly, he should turn away after taking the money, so that I can continue to enjoy the good time of being alone.

But when he reached out to pull the drawer, I suddenly remembered that I no longer had any form of currency ...

Alas, he opened the drawer and saw half the pizza left by me and half the rat left by unknown creatures. Then he became angry, swearing while holding my gun against my head, eyes widened and asked me if I thought it was fun to play with him.

Fearing that he was too excited to escape, in the end I could only helplessly stuff his entire pistol into his esophagus.

想 While this guy thumped on the ground, I wanted to understand--the law and order in Philadelphia was so bad that I was moving out.

Nowadays, there are all these guys on the street who want to make “quick money” with a broken gun. As a result, he wandered into a run-down bookstore on the facade for a long time. I really seriously doubt the IQ of such people. In terms of common sense, if you plan to rob small and medium-sized shops, you should undoubtedly choose the catering industry and daily necessities stores; followed by the ticket office, clothing, home appliances; the worst choice is the shop selling furniture, antiques and books.

现在 Do people now have no time to estimate the daily turnover and risk factor? What other shop is that? It's not over to just come to a private house with a private weapon, there will always be some cash in the house.

Alas, of course, cash doesn't make any sense at all, and it's better to rob a tramp in the subway than to come to me.

A few dozen seconds passed, and it seemed that his symptoms were about to shock, but he was still struggling to crawl towards the door.

I walked in front of him to close the door, flipped the OPEN sign behind the door to the side of CLOSE, and then lowered the roller shutter on the side window. He was crawling to my feet as he turned, just in case I smashed the bones of his elbows in one hand.

I finally returned to my comfortable sofa, took a sip of coffee, picked up the book, and continued the pleasant time.

I guess it is difficult for him to stand up because of his current physical condition. Even if he barely supports his body, he cannot use his mouth to turn such a large door handle. He should be out of breath in about half an hour. The corpse can just block the door ,perfect.

Anyway, today is still a nasty day overall. Until the end, I also had some things that I didn't want to understand, such as the relationship between me, mice, pizza, and unknown creatures, and their respective positions in the food chain.

Huh ... forget it, it doesn't matter too.