CRIME SELLER （original author: 三天两觉）
Preface- Tian Yi
It was almost 10:30 when I first opened my eyes, no need for withdrawing the curtain, would I knew that the sky was covered by bloody haze. The moist and cold air penetrated the curtain, the bed and my bones.
I only have two choices: making a cup of coffee for myself, or closing my eyes and wishing the next time I open them would be Dem.24.
Finally, I got up.
And as usual, I sit in my store, praying that no one would come into this broken dump.
The afternoon of a gloomy day is just like the last minutes for kids waiting for injection, or the last seconds before the monsters appear in a thriller.
You know that bad thing will always happen, but you can never make sure when will the first raindrop fail down.
Thanks for this weather, a few hours passed quickly, no consumer came in till 4 am.
For me, this is an adorable period, I can sit back, read some books and enjoy my coffee, without any disruption.
4:30 am, someone pushed open the door. Well, I hate him.
However, to some extent, he surprised me. He was not coming for books, but for robbing.
I really wanna complain to him, while he came to me with the finger touching his gun’s trigger. You know nothing about how troublesome could corpse disposal be these days, and there is always someone forces me to do that. It makes me annoyed.
I roughly estimated: it could take me half hour to pull out the tooth, shave all hair, saw into 6 parts; and another one hour to send him to Bob’s hoggery; after come back and clean the blood and smudge in the house, it will be too late to prepare the dinner.
So, I put up my hands, told him that all the money is in the drawer and begged for sparing my life with a shivering voice.
I thought that my performance was perfect, no matter panic expression in my eyes, body behaviour or terrified tone. Logically, he should have taken away all the money and directly gone away, in doing so, I could continuously enjoy my afternoon. However, I found that there is no currency, in any form, for a long time…
He opened out drawer and found nothing but a half slice of my leftover pizza and a half body of unknown creature’s leftover mousse. Then, he got angry. He swore loudly while pointed the gun to my head and asked me if I deem that it is funny to fool him, with rooster’s eyes.
As he was over excited, I had no choice but put the whole pistol into his esophagus, in order to prevent from accidental discharge.
At the time I looked this chap convulsed on the ground, I realized one thing: Philadelphia is too chaotic, I will remove again.
Nowadays, the whole street is full of young fellows like this chat, who wanna make ‘quick money’ with a little sweet pistol and finally chose such a broken bookstore. I guess he almost lower the IQ of whole mankind. In common sense, if plan to rob middle-scale store, there is no doubt that the first choice should be restaurants and grocery stores; then the box office, toggery and electronics shop; the most stupid choice will be the antique shop and the bookstore.
Doesn’t people even have no time to at least estimate the daily sales and risk factors? If so, why rob the shops? Why don’t just break into houses randomly? At least there is always some cash in the house.
Oh. It is meaningless to mention cash in my store, as well robbing a tramp in the subway.
Several seconds later, it seemed that he would be in shock, but he still struggled to creep towards the door.
I walked in front of him and closed the door, turned the board hung on the door from OPPEN to CLOSE side (let CLOSE side towards the road) and then put down the roller blind of windows. He crept almost under my feet when I turn-back, just in case, I twisted off his arms in passing.
Finally, I could back to my comfortable sofa, read books, enjoyed my coffee and continued my lovely afternoon.
I reckoned that in his current physical condition, it was difficult to stand up; even though he stood up successfully, it should be impossible for him to rotate the door knob. He would stop breathing after half hour, his corpse could just plug up the door. Perfect.
Anyway, today is still a terrible day. Until the end, I still have had something not been puzzled out: such as the relationship between me, the mouse and the unknown creature, and the place of each of us in the food chain…
Emmmm… that is not important as well.