The conditions of this small Internet cafe in Warwick Xili are poor. The bathroom is shared by men and women. I just shouted to ask if anyone was there. I was afraid that a woman was using the bathroom. I only dared to come in and wash up after making sure no one answered.
I have sensitive hearing, and that strange, slightly "depressed" cry is fleeting. If there was a woman inside, she might have covered her mouth at the moment?
The lights were dim and the faucets were running water.
I washed my hair, dried it with a towel, and whistled in the direction of the partition.
But the next second, I suddenly discovered.
Why is there a pool of blood on the ground?
Just under the partition door, it’s obvious!
"Hello!"
"Who's in there? Do you need help?" I shouted.
No one spoke.
I took a step closer.
At this moment, a man's voice suddenly sounded from behind the door:
"No need, buddy! I just accidentally hurt my leg! Take care of it right away!"
I clearly heard a female voice just now.
I frowned.
Are they a couple doing that for excitement?
If that's the case, why is there blood all over the floor?
When I returned to my seat in the lobby, I seemed to be staring at the computer screen, but in fact I was looking at the toilet door from the corner of my eye.
About ten minutes later, a man wearing a black vest and jeans came out first. This man was in his mid-twenties and had a scorpion tattoo on his left forearm.
After another three minutes, another long-haired girl in shorts and a shirt, who looked about 20 years old, came out. She was holding her stomach, her face was pale, and there was no blood at all. She looked like she was anemic!
It's just two rows of seats away, so I can see clearly.
The man in the vest was smoking a cigarette and playing on the computer. The girl was curled up on the chair, looking uncomfortable.
I would venture to guess, did this woman just give birth in the toilet?
This has nothing to do with me. In line with the Jianghu principle that more things are worse than less things, I don't intend to meddle in others' affairs.
At that time, popular games in Internet cafes included Legend, Audition, and Fantasy, but the most popular game that year was Go Kart, which had just been online for a few months. Half of the people in the Internet cafe were playing Go Kart.
I don't know how to play, I only know some simple stand-alone games, such as Beach Landing and Meteor Butterfly Sword.
"Hey, buddy, it was you who washed your hair just now, right?"
The man in the vest suddenly came over to talk to me. This man looked arrogant and did not look like a good person.
My voice was hoarse and I said impatiently, "If you have something to say, just say it."
"Oh, it's okay. It's mainly because you have an unusual temperament, buddy. I just want to get to know you and make friends with you!"
Seeing that I wanted to touch a cigarette, he offered me one.
I caught the cigarette, glanced sideways at the long-haired girl, and asked, "Is that girl sick? She doesn't seem to be in good condition."
"Hey! Then my dear! She's just like that! Nothing's wrong!"
I lit up my cigarette and took a puff, and immediately realized something was wrong.
The white sand cigarette he gave me had a wrong smell. It didn't choke my throat at all. Instead, it had a "meaty" flavor, just like braised pork.
I put out the cigarette with a dark face, stood up, and grabbed his neck! With a bang, he pressed his head onto the computer table!
"You're looking for death! Damn it! You want to use this thing to harm me!"
He yelled angrily! I want to get away!
I raised the ashtray casually: "Believe it or not, I opened the scoop for you!"
