mousepad-d2 Chapter 1
Chapter 1
The convenience store is not busy in the afternoon, rather it seems a bit deserted compared to the bustling area where it is located.The owner Ebisu was happy to be at leisure, leaning on the recliner in the back to feed the fish, leaving the job of dealing with potential customers to Mulian.The only sound left in the small shop is the slight humming of the air conditioner, and the monotonous voice of the noon newscaster.
"...The armed martial law in San Pedro has lasted for a week, and the situation may continue to deteriorate..."
"...The White Tower submitted a draft in support of surgery to cut off the union, so that the widowed sentinels and guides can get rid of the shadows and regain their lives. Some scholars wrote articles to refute this move..."
Yimulian made himself a cup of latte, sat on the high stool and picked up today's morning newspaper and started to read it.He never drinks a specific brand or flavor, and even if today's coffee tastes great and makes him feel relaxed and happy, he is not going to budge.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure appearing outside the glass door—a man with meandering steps, with his head bowed, and his overalls were full of oil stains. He was the eldest brother of the Tiaotiao family.For some reason, he always looks overworked as he works in a car repair shop, and he missed his meal today.
The door opened, and the miserable repairman entered with the heat and summer insects.
"Is it the same as before?" Yi Mu Lian picked out a taco with familiarity, opened the microwave oven and asked.He nodded wearily, paid the bill, and leaned against the counter to watch the news.Yebisu walked out of the room upon hearing the sound, greeted him with a smile, and chatted naturally, and it was still those topics about "marriage matters".Even the most inarticulate guests can chat with this kind old man.
Yimulian glanced at them with a smile, found the remote control and was about to turn down the volume of the TV.At this time, the man on the screen took the manuscript handed up from the side, and read it hastily, with a rare passion in his steady and boring voice:
"The following is a piece of news. 10 minutes ago, a vicious shooting took place in Vaisala Square in Hoskins. The five wounded at the scene were all confirmed dead. The police have launched a closed search of the surrounding buildings , There is no news about the shooter. It is reported that one of the dead is a member of parliament. Whether this case should be classified as a terrorist attack or a political murder, we will continue to pay attention to the progress of the follow-up investigation.”
"It's so miserable... If you want to assassinate the congressman, why do you want to kill other people? Did the killer shoot at the crowd?"
The repairman brought his lunch to his mouth, but forgot to eat it, and commented on the tortilla in surprise.Ebisu is still calm and relaxed, perhaps this is the dignity of the elderly.
"In that case, someone will always see the killer, and there should be more casualties. Shooting with a submachine gun is not a wise way to murder."
"Master, what you said scared me."
"It's about killing."
Yimulian never liked chatter, but this time he took part in the discussion on a rare occasion.He stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, "There were no other wounded, and all five were killed. This is a very skilled sniper. It should be a sentry."
Brother Tiaotiao finally remembered that he still had his lunch in his hand, but he stuffed it back into the packing bag, leaned forward and asked, "Then why did he kill other people? Is it really a terrorist attack?"
Due to the sudden approach of the other party, Yimu blinked, hesitantly and cautiously said: "That possibility is not ruled out, but there is another situation..."
Before he finished speaking, the repairman turned around and ran out of the convenience store.Cooperating with the creaking glass door hinges, the owner calmly explained for him.
"Be considerate of him, elder brother, there are always younger brothers and sisters to worry about. Speaking of which, you should also pay attention to safety."
"you too."
Yimulian thought this was a usual polite way, and subconsciously responded, but he didn't expect the old man's slightly opened eyes to be filled with sincerity.