.December 3rd, overcast.
It was already past ten in the morning when I opened my eyes, and I knew that the sky outside was hazy without opening the curtains. The humid air penetrated into the room, the bed, and my bones.
I had only two choices: either get myself a cup of coffee, or close my eyes and hope it would be December 4th when I opened them again.
Anyway, I finally got up.
Today, like every other day, I sat in the shop and prayed that people wouldn't come to my crappy place.
A cloudy afternoon is like the few minutes a child waits in line before an injection, or the dozens of seconds before a ghost appears in a horror movie.
You know something bad is bound to happen, but you can never tell when the first drop of rain will fall.
Thanks to the weather, a few hours passed quickly, and until four o'clock in the afternoon, there was really not a single customer.
For me, it was an intoxicating time where I could sit behind my desk and read a book and drink coffee quietly without anyone interrupting me.
At half past four, a man pushed the door open and came in. Well, I hate him.
However, he still brought me some surprises, because he did not come to buy books, but came to rob.
When this guy came towards me with his gun drawn, I really wanted to complain to him. You know, it has become more and more difficult to deal with corpses recently. People always "force" me like this, which makes it very difficult for me.
I calculated that it would take about half an hour to pull out the teeth, shave the hair, and saw it into six pieces. It would take another hour to drive him to Bob's pig farm. I would pay him back when I got back. The blood and trash had to be cleaned up before it was too late to prepare dinner.
So I raised my hands, put on a frightened look, and told him in a trembling voice that all the money was in the drawer, please let me live.
I think I acted very realistically, and my eyes, tone of voice, and body movements were all perfect. He should have turned around and left after taking the money, so that I could continue to enjoy the good time alone.
But when he reached for the drawer, I suddenly remembered that I no longer had any form of currency...
So, when he opened the drawer, he saw half of the pizza left by me and half of the mouse left by the unknown creature. Then he got angry and put a gun to my head while swearing and asked me with wide eyes if I thought it was fun to play with him.
Because I was afraid that he would be too excited and fire, I had no choice but to stuff the entire pistol into his esophagus.
While this guy was flopping on the ground, I figured it out—the security situation in Philadelphia is so bad, I want to move away.
Nowadays, the streets are full of this kind of kid who just wants to make "quick money" with a broken gun. As a result, he wandered around for a long time and even ran into a bookstore with such a dilapidated facade. I really doubt the IQ of this kind of person. According to common sense, if you plan to rob small and medium-sized stores, the catering industry and daily necessities stores should undoubtedly be the first choice; followed by ticket offices, clothing, and home appliance industries; and the worst choices are shops selling furniture, antiques, and books.
Don’t people nowadays even have time to estimate daily turnover and risk coefficient? Then what store should we grab? If someone just breaks into a house with an weapon, it will be over. There will always be some cash in the house.
Oh, of course, there's no point in asking for cash right now, and it's better to mug homeless people in the subway than come to my place.
After dozens of seconds passed, it seemed that he was 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 on the back of the door to the closed side, and then lowered the roller blind on the window next to him. When I turned around, he was crawling to my feet. Just in case, I broke the bones of his elbows.
I can finally go back to my comfortable sofa chair, take a sip of coffee, pick up a book, and continue having a pleasant time.
I estimate that with his current physical condition, it would be difficult for him to stand up. Even if he could barely hold himself up, he would not be able to turn such a large door handle with his mouth. He would die in about half an hour, and his body would be able to block the door. ,Perfect.
Anyway, today is still a nasty day overall. Until the end, there were some things that I didn't understand, such as the relationship between me, mice, pizza and unknown creatures and their respective positions in the food chain.
Well... forget it, that's not important either.