December 3rd, yin.

It was already past ten o'clock in the morning when I opened my eyes. I didn't have to open the curtains and I knew that the sky outside was covered with haze. The humid air penetrated into the house, the quilt, and my bones.

I have only two choices: either make yourself a cup of coffee or close your eyes and look forward to opening it again. It was December 4th.

Anyway, I finally got up.

Today, as usual, I sat in the store, praying that people would not come to visit my broken place.

A cloudy afternoon is like the few minutes before a child gets an injection, or the dozens of seconds before the ghost appears in a horror movie.

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

Thanks to this weather, several hours passed quickly, until four o'clock in the afternoon, and there was really no customer.

It was an intoxicating time for me, where I could sit behind my desk and read books and drink coffee quietly without being disturbed by anyone.

At half past four, someone pushed the door open and came in, okay, I hate him.

But he still brought me some surprises because he did not come to buy books, but came in to rob.

When this guy was pulling his gun and walking towards me, I really wanted to complain to him. You know, it has become increasingly difficult to deal with the body recently, and it is very difficult for people to force me like this.

I calculated it, pulled out my teeth, shaved my hair, and sawed it into six pieces, which took about half an hour. It took another hour to drive him to Bob's pig farm. When I came back, I had to clean up the blood and garbage, and prepare dinner, but it would be too late.

So I raised my hands, looked scared, and told him with a trembling voice that the money is all in the drawer, please let me have a way out.

I think I acted very realistically, and I portrayed my eyes, tone, and body movements perfectly. He should turn his head and leave after taking the money, so that I can continue to enjoy the good time alone.

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

So, after he opened the drawer, he saw half of the pizza left by me and half of the mouse left by unknown creatures. Then he got angry, and while swearing, he pointed the gun at my head, widened his eyes and asked me if I thought it was fun to play with him.

Because I was afraid that he would get out of the fire if he was too excited, I could only helplessly stuff his entire pistol into his esophagus.

When this guy was swaying on the ground, I figured it out-of-stay in Philadelphia is so bad that I want to move out.

Nowadays, there are such kids who want to make "quick money" with a broken gun everywhere on the street. As a result, he wandered around for a long time and ran into a dilapidated bookstore with his store. I really seriously doubt the IQ of such a person. In common sense, if you plan to rob small and medium-sized stores, you should undoubtedly choose the catering industry and daily necessities store first; followed by the ticket office, clothing, and home appliance industry; the worst choice is the shop that sells furniture, antiques and books.

Do people nowadays have no time to estimate the daily turnover and risk factor? So what kind of store is there? Just use a weapon to break into a private house, and there will always be some cash in the house.

Oh, of course, it doesn't make sense to withdraw cash in front of you. It's better to go to the subway to rob the homeless man than to come to me.

After a few dozen seconds, he seemed to be in shock when his symptoms seemed to be about to go into shock, but he was still struggling to crawl towards the door.

I walked up to him and closed the door, flipped the OPEN sign behind the door to the CLOSE side, and then put down the roller shutter on the window next to him. When I turned around, he was climbing to my feet, just in case I broke his bones on both elbows.

Finally, I was able to return to my comfortable sofa chair, take a sip of coffee, pick up the book, and continue the comfortable time.

I guess it is difficult for him to stand up with his current physical condition. Even if he barely supports his body, he cannot turn the door handle with his mouth. He will probably die of breath in about half an hour. The body can block the door, perfect.

In any case, today is still an annoying day overall. Until the end, I didn't understand something, such as the relationship between me, rats, pizza and unknown creatures, and their respective positions in the food chain.
Chapter completed!