Wild Deer Convenience Store

Chapter 21 A Word That Can Make You Get Out
Ai Weili fell into a state of speechlessness again.

It had only been a few minutes since Willow left the store, and she felt like an ancient bird trapped in an asphalt pit and slowly sinking like an ancient bird who did not know how many thousands of years ago.

Tired, angry, and unwilling, tore her repeatedly; she felt that she had a lot of words to say, no, curse, but whenever A Pan spoke, there was only one thought in her heart: how can people so?

"You are lucky enough to meet me," Apan snorted, looked at a good canned tuna, put it on the table, and then entered the "goods to be compensated" on the notebook In a column, write it down. "I should have known a long time ago that a woman like you from a big city is basically not the type to worry about. She thinks that she is great after reading a few pages. I owe you a lesson, did you gather friends here to have a party? I don't know what you did, so you had to come to a small place like ours to avoid the limelight. I gave you this job out of kindness."

How can you say such a thing?How can you pretend nothing happened?

How did people become like this?
"In the end, I have to hire someone from scratch again, or let your friend come to work for you, I can pay her a little bit cheaper, and she will pay less. She is also pretty, and she should be able to attract many people to patronize Bar."

A kind of intense anger that was almost violent that Ai Weili had never experienced, even made her hands tremble slightly.

She stared at the back of A Pan's head, and couldn't help imagining for a few seconds, the scene of pushing his head deep into the goods on the shelf, just like the man in the polo shirt, burying his head in the shelf forever.

"How? Just do it for a month, and you ask her to take over for you, so I won't call the police." Ah Pan said, licking his tongue, and gave her a sideways look.

"Ah? Didn't you say that as long as you lose something, you won't call the police?" Unexpectedly, Ai Weili finally found his voice and asked immediately.

Apan turned around with feigned surprise on his face. "What are you talking about? People have to bear the consequences when they do something. Do you pretend you don't know about this kind of thing you have learned in kindergarten? Do you think our store just lost something? There is also one less clerk, clerk , what should we do now that we schedule shifts, and we can’t open all day, the loss is huge, how can we make up for this without asking your friend to come to cover the shift?”

Ai Weili looked down at the canned tuna, really wanting to throw it in A Pan's face.

All this was too absurd and ridiculous, and she didn't even know where to start to refute, so that she could only say the driest and most powerless words: "You remove this can, it is obviously not damaged."

As soon as the words came out, she wanted to kick herself a few times.

"It's dirty, who will buy it?" Pan said, stuffing the can into his own backpack indifferently.

As early as when he brought the backpack over and put it on the chair by the dining table, she should have been alert—to count things, why use a backpack?

"What are you doing?" Ai Weili couldn't hold back anymore, and shouted, "Take it out."

Apan ignored her, but took down a few cans of meat sauce, said "Oh, the labels are all torn", and put them all into the backpack; he didn't even shy away from it, and didn't care Ai Weili saw a few lines on the label with his fingernails.

"Hello!" Ai Weili called out.

Apan glanced at her, didn't speak, just grinned, revealing a row of red teeth.

It seemed that her voice just now fell into a vacuum and couldn't cause any ripples in reality. He then turned his head and continued to count the things on the shelves, without paying any further attention to her.

What should I do?
Facing such undisguised behavior, Ai Weili was at a loss for a moment—arguing with him?Go up and open his backpack by himself and take out the things?
"You are stealing something." She didn't know what to do to make A Pan know his mistake, so while talking, she subconsciously walked towards A Pan's backpack and said, "If you are unhappy, call the police. I think Will the police support you in stealing—"

She was standing by the dining table, and just as she was about to reach out to touch her backpack, she happened to glance across the glass window in front of her out of the corner of her eye and saw A Pan's face.

Under the lights of street lamps and shops outside the window, the reflection on the glass window is blurred and incomplete, just pieces of light and shadow floating on the glass; But her face clearly floated on the shoulder of her own reflection.

Ai Weili turned around hastily, his pores were all open, and a layer of cold sweat broke out.

"Are you going to touch my personal things just now?" Pan didn't know when he turned around from the shelf, his small black eyes like blowholes followed her staggering back steps, sticking to her body all the way.

"No, I'm just..." Ai Weili wanted to explain, only to realize that something was wrong—it was obviously not her who did the wrong thing, so why did she want to defend herself?
"It's so funny," Apan turned around again, looked at the merchandise, and scribbled a line on the notebook. "Let me ask you, what kind of behavior does a person call a thief? One, the person who will record all the defective goods in the store and charge for it; two, the person who silently touches other people's backpacks, you choose, you say it yourself , who is the thief?"

Ai Weili was startled.

A Pan didn't seem to really want to wait for her to choose, so he snorted, squatted down in front of the shelf, and picked up a bottle of soy sauce.Ai Weili took a look and found that his efficiency was very high. Wei Luo had only left the store for less than 10 minutes. He had already written down at least a dozen missing products in his notebook. It is an exaggerated figure.

Ai Weili also understood the reason why he was only willing to accept cash compensation.

Apan lifted the soy sauce bottle, pointed it up to the light, and looked at it carefully.

Treating other products with unprecedented meticulousness, his fingers slowly slid down its glass bottle, making a rustling sound on the label, and his thumb circled slowly on the bottle, as if waiting for The bottle could not help but let out a groan; then, he brought the neck of the soy sauce bottle to his nose, took a deep breath, and closed half of his eyes as if smelling something pleasant, with his eyelids trembling. Shaking the ground, he turned out the white underneath.

It was at this moment that Ai Weili remembered.

When Wei Luo went to check the situation, she held a soy sauce bottle as a weapon in her hand; after rescuing Ai Weili, when the two of them calmed down, she conveniently stuffed the soy sauce bottle into the shelf—this is the shelf .

Ai Weili took another step back slowly.

"This one is in good condition. You don't need to pay for it. It's just that a few bottles are missing." A Pan finished speaking in a regretful tone, stood up, and walked to the other side of the shelf. "I'm going to look at the other side, hey, I really don't know what you guys did"

Ai Weili watched him go around the shelf, disappear briefly for a second or two, and then reappeared from the other side of the shelf, covered by scattered and vacant goods into pieces of clothes and body parts.

"I want to ask you something," Apan asked while looking at the shelves and recording, "answer me well. If you are honest, then I may be able to forgive you. How long have you known your friend?" ?”

Ai Weili looked at the distance between himself and the gate, weighed it in his heart, and realized that Apan was closer to the gate than she was.And because he was standing in the middle, no matter whether she was going to the front door or the back door, he only needed to rush out a few steps to block himself in the store.

What's more, Willow will be back soon.

"Not very long," she replied as nonchalantly as possible.

"She doesn't have a boyfriend, right? You can tell by looking at her like that. She doesn't have any femininity. Femininity needs a boyfriend to develop something like me."

Ai Weili suspected that she was oversensitive again—she had only heard such words from the mouths of human men. Even ghosts in horror movies would follow professional ethics and just remember to want you to die.

"So, what do you think she is willing to replace you at work?" Pan asked from the other side of the shelf, "First, after you nodded in agreement, she listened to you and came here; second, she found that the compensation was too large, She can't afford it; three, she was expelled from the school after I called the police, and she can't do the above three things as a teacher, which one do you think it is?"

This time, Ai Weili saw Apan clearly.

More precisely, she saw the lower half of A Pan's face clearly.

The upper half of his face is blocked by the shelf, only the nose and mouth are embedded in the lower half of the rectangular face. When he speaks, the thin mouth opens and closes, and opens and closes, as if it is independent. Yu Apan himself has two thin skins of self-awareness.

Why?what happened?

The outside has returned to normal, doesn't that mean it's all over, or is this just a coincidence?

Ai Weili had no intention of putting her hope on luck, but she was stuck in a very unsatisfactory position. Even if she wanted to run out, she couldn't get past Apan.

There is only one method that is not a solution, and she can barely try it.

"Are you still planning to harm people?" Ai Weili made an angry tone, as if she was distracted and didn't think of the word "questionnaire" at all. "You can ask her yourself. I don't care. I'm going to sit there. I don't want to talk to you."

As she spoke, she walked towards the cashier - turning around and running a few steps from the cashier, she could rush out of the convenience store.As long as Apan doesn't block her, she can walk to the cash register
"I think it's one," said A Pan, walking around the shelf, stepping in her way, and looking at her.

It's still quite normal, A Pan's appearance, the upper and lower halves of his face are complete, no matter how you look at it, he is still a living person with flesh and blood.

"I'm not her slave owner. If I ask her to come to work, she will come to work?" Ai Weili still did not give up. Although he was stepping back, he pretended to say angrily: "I said, you Ask her yourself. Also, get out of the way, I won't run away."

"As for her side, you don't have to worry about it, I just want you to tell me," A Pan looked at her, still motionless. "All you have to say is, 'I agree to have Willow come to work for me' and you can get out of the store safely by saying that."

　When starting a new chapter in the background, the example of the title is always "A Romance in Heaven", and I'm thinking about the day when I really write a Romance in Heaven...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)