Chapter 295
The supermarket guy was patrolling the shelves in the supermarket with a flashlight on.
The light slowly turned blue as he walked, and many white hands stretched out from the ground, grabbing his trouser legs and shoes, but he knew nothing about it.
"Nothing will happen today, so you don't have to worry."
He comforted me.
"If that's the case, that's great, but if not, I don't think I'll see you tomorrow."
I replied.
He didn't take my words seriously. He still thought I was just scaremongering or just wanted him to give me more money, but he didn't think carefully about how much money he could give me.
I sighed inwardly and said nothing.
We walked quietly in the supermarket for a while, the lights had turned completely blue, and the arm on the ground stopped moving and started bleeding and writing on the floor.
Stand-in stand-in stand-in.
The arms wrote and wrote the same words on the floor.
I wanted to stop, turn around and leave.
Then he walked to the mirror shelf.
The mirrors shattered piece by piece as they passed by.
I asked him about the mirrors, but he seemed to see nothing.
I got his answer, and I think I knew without asking that in his eyes the lights in the supermarket had always been white and had not turned blue.
No wonder he felt safe tonight.
The overhead lights suddenly went out.
He took out the flashlight he had prepared long ago and turned it on. The light was dim and flashed twice.
It's like the bulb in the flashlight has become so old that it no longer works.
The light of the flashlight was not stable. After a while, it began to flicker again, and then returned to calm after flickering for a while.
There were two creaking sounds behind me, which sounded like a wooden door slowly closing, but there were only glass doors here, no wooden doors. Such a sound sounded particularly strange.
He walked forward step by step, with his head down, as if he felt nothing. I held him back, but he wanted to move forward and almost bumped into the shelf.
Fortunately, the shelf was shaken by his collision, and the glass jar on the shelf hit his head, leaving a bump on his forehead. He came to his senses, covered his head with his hands and screamed.
"Are you more awake?"
I asked him.
He slowly put his hand down and looked at me with his eyes rolling.
It was a long time before he spoke.
"Everywhere is blue, and it has become like this again. This blue world is so terrible. I thought I would never appear here again. How could it become like this?"
He asked me with a confused expression on his face.
But I can only say I don’t know, because I really don’t know.
He sighed, with a helpless expression.
"Are you still going on patrol now?"
I asked.
"You can leave after the patrol is over. Finish your patrol early, get off work early, and leave here early to go home. It will be safe. At least my house will not suddenly change from white to blue."
He answered me.
As he answered me, he was still fiddling with the flashlight in his hand, and the light flashed twice.
Fortunately, the flashlight was still white, but that didn't make the atmosphere in the supermarket any more cheerful.
The white light makes the breathing here suppressed, giving off an unbearable feeling of decay.
It’s hard to tell whether I would like the light to continue to be on, or not to continue like this.
"You can go home now. Don't continue patrolling. The leader is not here and won't notice. If you want to go home, you can go home now. If you want to leave work, you can leave now."
I held his wrist and said to him.
He hesitated for a moment, his eyes fell on my hand, and as if he couldn't leave because I was holding him, he nodded.
"Then let's go to the supermarket entrance now. Is that okay with you?"
I asked him.
He nodded without saying anything. I asked him to walk in front of me, and he obeyed, walking in front of me and turning in a different direction.
I heard someone crying behind me, but he didn't turn around and I didn't look.
A burst of hurried footsteps caught up with me, and I saw the girl in blue appear beside me. Her face was very pale, her expression was evil, and her blood-red eyes were staring at me.
If anyone saw this face, no one would doubt that the owner of this face had died long ago.
But when the schoolgirl held the hand of the supermarket boy walking in front of her, the face suddenly returned to normal.
The supermarket guy stopped walking.
The female student stared at him lovingly.
"You promised to come find me."
The student girl said.
The supermarket guy nodded but didn't say anything.
His eyes weren't even on the person in front of him, as if he was thinking about something else and was just being perfunctory.
The female student was a little angry. She was furious for a moment, then she humbly asked with tears in her eyes, "What exactly is going on?"
The supermarket guy shook his head.
The schoolgirl let go of my hand and looked at me.
I will just stand by and gloat over the misfortune.
The schoolgirl knew from my expression that she could not get any information from me, so she retreated back into the shadows step by step and did not appear for a while.
The supermarket guy continued walking back with a flashlight.
The light became steady and stable, looking only at the road ahead.
After walking for a while, it was like I was stuck in a maze and I still couldn't get back to the door. I was getting a little anxious, but the supermarket guy still had a blank expression on his face.
Seeing that he was not in a hurry, I had to swallow back what I wanted to say.
After a while, I suddenly saw a black shadow sitting next to the shelf selling chairs.
The supermarket guy slowed down his pace.
We slowly approached the shadow.
That person is the leader of the supermarket guys.
He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath, had short hair, a round head, small eyes, a strawberry nose, liver-colored lips, and was coughing with his head down.
His neck was short and thick, and his breathing was rapid and not concealed at all, just sounding like some kind of angry beast. His cough was loud, as if there was phlegm in his throat.
However, when the supermarket guy and I were walking on the road, we didn't hear any sound of anyone coughing.
The body was round, like a boiled meatball, and the limbs were almost slender in comparison, as if four soft bean sprouts were hanging down from the meatball.
"Why are you here, Boss?"
the supermarket guy asked with a flashlight.
"I came to see you. I heard that you seemed to have seen the missing female student, so I came to take a look. If you are under too much pressure, you can leave work early and go home to rest. But I can't go out."
The leader laughed twice and answered slowly with a hoarse voice. After saying a sentence, he lowered his head again, as if his neck could not support the weight of his head at all. If that was the case, this person would be dead.
His face was extremely pale, like a person who had just recovered from a serious illness, or like a dead person who had been stored in a freezer.
Judging from his breathing, he should still be alive.
This is where it gets weird.
It was impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead.
The supermarket guy heard the answer and nodded without any doubt.
“So that’s how it is.”
The supermarket guy said.
"Can I ask a question?"
I said.
"all right!"
The supermarket guy answered with a smile.
"Is this leader resting here because he can't get out? Or is there some other reason?"
I asked.
"Yes, why?"
The supermarket boy looked at the leader again like a repeater.
"Because I'm too tired, and I feel my eyes hurt a little, I think I need to rest, so I found this place to sit down and rest. This is a good place, you can also rest."
The leader answered in slow and strange sentences.
"I won't rest until I have something else to do."
I rejected him.
The leader nodded and said nothing more.
The supermarket guy continued walking forward after I pushed him.
He saw another person on the road, who was bending over, lowering his head, and lighting a cigarette with a lighter.
The man was a middle-aged man, the bald uncle who had been here yesterday. The cigarette he lit was a brand new one that he had just opened from the supermarket shelf, but he did not pay the supermarket boy.
Obviously he didn't borrow it.
"Why are you here?"
The bald uncle raised his head and saw me and the supermarket boy. He was surprised for a moment and wanted to hide the cigarette in his hand, but because he lit the cigarette, his fingers were burned instead.
He could only laugh awkwardly.
"He's working here, I'm here with him, why are you here?"
I asked.
"I was here because I wanted to buy a carton of cigarettes, but I didn't see the cashier, so I thought I would light up the cigarette and wait for someone to come and pay, but before I could wait, the lights suddenly went out."
The bald uncle explained.
As he spoke, he slowly took out his wallet from his pocket and handed the money to the supermarket boy who could work as a cashier here.
"I have to go to the cashier to collect the money, otherwise the money collected becomes mine, which is difficult to explain."
The supermarket guy didn't extend his hand, but refused.
The bald uncle laughed twice: "That's right, I forgot. Then I will go with you."
"good."
The supermarket guy nodded.
There were now three people walking towards the door.
But we saw a little girl on the road again.
The girl lowered her head, had just opened the package of a lollipop, and was licking the stick of the lollipop. Her mouth made a crunching sound, probably because she was chewing hard candy.
The sound of plastic wrapping being ripped apart came from clenched fists.
"Hey, why are you here?"
The girl was startled when she saw the three men.
"Why are you here?"
I asked.
"I wanted to come in and buy a lollipop, but no one was there, so I thought I'd eat one before paying. You guys would definitely show up anyway."
The girl swallowed the stick of the lollipop and said.
"Then let's go to the cashier to pay."
The supermarket guy said.
The girl and the bald man nodded.
All four of them walked to the cashier.
The two paid.