After the police came, they briefly inspected the scene and judged it to be an accidental death. thinks that Zhao Yan accidentally fell from the second floor and died.

I beg to differ from this result. I quietly measured the scene and found that there were many suspicious points. For some reason, I suddenly remembered the strange eyes of Old Man Li in the morning, and I shivered again, and even felt creepy in my back.

No one in the supermarket doubted the cowardly and introverted old man Li, but I had a slight doubt in my heart. I'm afraid things are not as simple as they seem, and honest people are often able to do big things. Zhao Yan's death, if no one pushed her back, would definitely not have died so completely.

But what can I say? Everything is just my own speculation, and there is no evidence to back it up. What's more, I have more important things to do. After lurking in the blank supermarket for more than two weeks, the site is completely familiar, and a lot of doubts have accumulated in my heart, it's time to find another night and explore again!

The supermarket is a wonderful place, and the old woman Lin Zhiyan loves it very much.

It is said that the reason for her love is that she loves the tall, spacious, dazzling space of the supermarket and the refreshing smell of air freshener that emanates from it. The supermarket is full of strangers, and the densely populated space is elegant and quiet.

She said that from every corner of the shelf area, bursts of light laughter of men and women splashed from time to time, which is just a fresh and transparent waltz, with a touch of gentleness and tranquility floating leisurely in the large space, floating with the sincerity of people's hearts yearning for a better life.

Going to the supermarket feels like doing the happiest thing, and usually the happiest thing must be the favorite thing, at least Zhou Rong, an otaku, thinks so. He felt that the goods in the supermarket, big and small, all came into his sight affectionately, making him feel happy like a little match girl. But his little girl was much luckier, at least he had enough money to buy what he wanted. The survival philosophy of otaku is as simple as this, they just go to the supermarket, buy a week's worth of food in the supermarket to fill their refrigerator, and then squander time in their room.

I don't have any special feelings for supermarkets. However, in the days when she stayed in the detective agency, if she encountered a weekend or a normal break, she would always be coerced by an old woman to accompany her to the supermarket. Sometimes it's to buy a fruit pudding, sometimes it's just to buy a pack of "buy one, get one free" tissues, and sometimes it's just to buy a pack of potato chips.

The old woman thinks that in the supermarket, everyone may be at ease. There's no one behind you who says, "How do you want to be", just push the shopping cart and wander around as you please. In the food section, you may stop by the beautiful box of a certain chocolate; In the shoes and hats area, you may consider buying or not buying because of the discount on "running shoes"; When I got to the home area, I would buy two of them because the bears on the pillows were too cute. It doesn't matter if you don't buy anything, at least you can open your eyes and see things for a long time. So it became her favorite place to hang out.

Sometimes, I really want to pull that bastard woman into a blank supermarket for a while, it won't take long, just three or two days, and her supermarket plot will probably disappear.

Blank supermarkets are a special existence compared to all supermarkets in the world. No customers, empty vision, cold and dry air. Sometimes I even feel like I'm in a ghost.

It's just that if the ghost snake really exists, who knows? When lurking in the supermarket, occasionally, belabbadon. Inexplicably, the whole supermarket felt almost exactly the same as the literal meaning of these two Hebrews.

Supermarket gigantic slugs are appearing more and more frequently, and they can crawl almost anywhere by surprise. Toilets, ceilings, shelves, as long as people are not paying attention to them, they will be found. There are fewer short conversations among the parents of the employees, and more of the strange things that happen in the blank supermarket.

The recent blank supermarket seems to be very active, and the weird oddities are endless. The Obasans on the second floor were terrified, and kept their voices down all day long, exchanging horror stories. I saw a female ghost wearing high heels and long hair in the bathroom on the far right. I heard a cough in an empty place. and so on, they are all ghost stories that are often circulated in the office, which are boring and have no reference value.

I stand in the fresh food area every day unharmed, and I have basically never encountered strange things. Except, of course, for the nasty slugs. Oddly enough, whenever I catch one of these mutant slugs alive and want to take them out to test what kind of slug it is, once I walk out of the supermarket door, the shopping bag becomes damp and leaks at an incomprehensible rate. Looking into the bag again, the giant slug was gone, leaving only a puddle of wet, slightly blood-smelling water. It's like a slug turned into water. But no matter what, I couldn't find anything in the water but water, and there was nothing left of its flesh or skin, just water.

I couldn't figure it out.

Today is the sixteenth day of my lurking in the blank supermarket, and the weather outside is still very good, with blue skies and clear skies. But the supermarket is cold as usual, if you have to describe it, it can also be understood as a gust of wind, which is quite uncomfortable.

Today's prologue began with Liu Huishan's scream. The screams came from the tasting counter and didn't diminish much when they reached the fresh food section. Zhou Rong and I were stunned and hurriedly ran over to see the situation.

I saw Hui Shan sitting on the floor in fright, trembling all over. She leaned her back against the shelves behind her, staring at the tasting counter not far away, her face full of fear.

"What's wrong?" I looked around and there was nothing special.

"Over there, over there." She pointed to the front with a trembling hand, and stammered for a long time before she could utter a complete sentence.

"Is there a problem over there?" I followed her finger in the direction of the tasting counter and suddenly a foul smell hit my face. That's the stench of spoiled food. Every morning there is a deli dish under the counter that needs to be cut out for customers to taste.

I frowned slightly, my gaze lowered. It was that startling glance that made my whole body froze, and after a few seconds, I came to my senses completely. I didn't even have time to go to the bathroom, so I hurriedly pulled a fresh-keeping bag and threw up inside. I can't wait to vomit all the things in my stomach.

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