Chapter 8: Grade B Yellow, Shopping Mall (8)
The bright shopping mall was completely empty, with no sign of tourists or staff.
Only after more than ten minutes did the “people” gradually return to their respective places, but every face was marked by resentment and disappointment.
They all knew those two had surely slipped out of the mall and would soon re-enter as new visitors.
Because of this, the maliciousness among the increasingly polluted “people” grew even stronger, each prepared to welcome the new customers.
They stood on alert for ten minutes.
They remained on alert for thirty minutes.
They waited...
Suddenly, the main door opened.
The beautiful receptionist stood beside Sheng Mo, greeting him warmly:
“Sir, may I ask why you smell so strongly of blood?”
Sheng Mo’s neck flushed red as he calmly and loudly replied, “Is that all you smell?”
The receptionist blinked, “Yes.”
As if resigned, Sheng Mo shrugged and said loudly, “Don’t you smell the fart? I have hemorrhoids flaring up and diarrhea!”
The entire mall fell silent for a moment. The staff were stunned, tourists’ jaws trembled uncontrollably, even the balloon-dressing mascot shivered.
The receptionist stared at him steadily: “Sorry, I really didn’t smell that.”
Sheng Mo’s voice softened, weakly saying, “Please take me to the restroom, I really need it.”
In almost twenty years of living, this was the first time he had done something so shameless.
The receptionist remained motionless, staring intently at him.
Her mouth moved slightly as she spoke with a completely expressionless face: “Sir, your hemorrhoid bleeding is quite severe. Are you sure it’s hemorrhoids?”
Sheng Mo’s face turned as red as a boiled shrimp, stiffening his neck: “Yes! Let me go to the restroom quickly. Your service attitude is terrible; I’m going to complain.”
The receptionist smiled: “Then I’ll take you. This way, please.”
She strode confidently toward the restroom, her steps steady, as if seeing through Sheng Mo’s thoughts and completely disregarding them.
Sheng Mo walked slowly. The receptionist stopped and turned to him: “Do you need help?”
A nearby tourist drooled and said, “I... I’ll help you.”
Sheng Mo forced a smile: “Hemorrhoids, ruptured hemorrhoids, it’s fine.”
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Now, Sheng Mo only hoped Xu Yiliu would not fail him. He could endure all kinds of pain, but death was unbearable.
The receptionist smiled slightly: “Then forget it.”
She escorted him to the men’s restroom door and whispered, “It’s just the two of us here.”
Sheng Mo touched his shoulder bag but said nothing.
He and Xu Yiliu were certain—the receptionist was the source of the contamination.
As long as they killed her, they would be one step closer to success.
For some reason, the surroundings grew very quiet. Sheng Mo even heard his own breathing.
And the sound of drooling not far away.
His lips curled downward; hands in pockets, he turned and entered the restroom: “Bye.”
His walk was surprisingly confident, but he stumbled after just a few steps.
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