All the clocks on the wall were moving, and the hour hands pointed to the same time. Han Fei stood quietly in front of the clock wall, pointing directly at the shrine with the nailed door.
"Don't be curious. There are a lot of things here that others put on consignment for us. If you damage them, you have to pay for them." Oriole took out a pair of gloves and an apron from under the counter: "The reason why we only need 24
Another important reason for opening hours is that some customers come to consign items or redeem items they previously placed in our store. There used to be a man who brought all his son’s toys and wanted to sell them.
His son sneaked over that night and begged us with snot and tears to keep the toys for him. He would definitely come back and redeem those toys."
"Did the child redeem his toy in the end?" Han Fei kept staring at the shrine and asked casually, somewhat perfunctorily.
Oriole pointed to the miscellaneous area: "His toys are still piled in the cardboard box. The child has not appeared for almost a week."
"Then do we still want to reserve it for him?"
"Keep them. Those toys are not worth much to us, but they represent childhood and companionship to the child, and have special meaning." Oriole untied the hair tie on her head and tidied her hair.
: "The value of second-hand items is actually difficult to measure. Most of the time we are not selling something, but temporarily helping them keep these things."
Oriole took Han Fei to the computer. She checked Han Fei's accounts and asked Han Fei a lot of things he should pay attention to at work. As a result, Han Fei answered fluently without making any mistakes.
"It seems that you are more capable than I thought. You are a very reliable colleague." Normally, it would take at least three days for Han Fei to master the work alone. It only took Han Fei an hour to master it.
Know the prices and locations of all items, and remember all the rules in the store.
"I have nothing more to teach you. I feel like I can actually get off work early." Oriole yawned. She praised Han Fei, but she was still a little worried. The night shift here didn't seem to be that easy.
There are also some unspeakable rules.
"You mastered it very quickly. You will come to visit the store later and I will help you." Oriole poured two glasses of water and put them on the table. She led Han Fei to the second floor of the store and the small underground warehouse.
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Although this used goods supermarket is inside a shopping mall, it has an independent sales window and an exclusive passage that leads directly to the underground warehouse.
"Usually we rarely come to the underground warehouse. The things in it are basically completely abandoned by the owner. We have a responsible attitude so we don't throw them away..." Oriole was explaining, when suddenly there was a sound from the door of the store overhead.
There was a ding-dong-ding-dong sound, as if a guest had arrived.
"When someone comes, you go and receive them. I'll watch you from the side. Don't be nervous and show your best side to the customers!"
Oriole and Han Fei walked out of the underground warehouse. They saw an old lady with a severe hunchback standing at the door of the store. This old lady seemed to be a regular customer of the store. She was bent over and wandering around the store as if she was looking for something.
what.
"Grandma, what do you need to buy?" Han Fei came over politely, but the old man lowered his head and didn't reply a word.
She walked from the door of the store to the deepest part of the store, then looked at the wall covered with clocks and pointed at it.
"Is there a clock that can run backwards?"
"Walking backwards? Although these clocks are old goods, they are all normal..."
"Is it normal?" The old man raised his head and glanced at Han Fei. Her eyes were deeply sunk in wrinkles, and her face was covered with traces of time.
Silver-white hair fell in front of her eyes. The old man did not continue to choose products. She walked tremblingly to the door of the store, placed a big bag at the door, and then left.
"Grandma, your things!" Han Fei was about to go over, but was stopped by Oriole.
"The bags should be filled with clothes made for children. These things are what the old lady is going to donate." Oriole seemed to be familiar with the old lady: "The old lady's surname is Liu. She is a nearby resident and lives alone. She often brings
Come over and let us help put some things into the donation box. She has been doing charity for several years, but as she gets older, her mind has become a little unclear. She often recognizes the wrong people and talks nonsense.
language."
"My surname is Liu, I'm a nearby resident..."
"The old lady is a good person. Next time she comes over, please help her if you can." Oriole asked Han Fei to carry the package and prepared to go to the donation box at the back of the mall, but Han Fei stopped as soon as he picked up the package.
"What's wrong?"
"There's a smell in this package. Are you sure the old man made the clothes himself?" The moment Han Fei picked up the package, he felt something was wrong.
"I'm sure! The old lady has been giving it to me for several years."
"That's not right." Without waiting for Oriole to dissuade him, Han Fei had already opened the sealed bag.
The top of the bag is a sweater for a child. It is hand-knitted and very cute, but underneath the sweater is stuffed with feathers stained with chicken feces and some mouse skins.
The incision was crooked, the peeling technique was very unprofessional, and the blood soaked into the surface of the fur.
These bloody and smelly things frightened Oriole. She covered her mouth and nose with an expression of surprise and fear: "How could it be? The old lady has given away old clothes for several years. This is the first time..."
"Could someone have tampered with the old lady's package?" Han Fei didn't know the old lady well and didn't dare to draw conclusions easily.
"I don't know." Oriole is a girl after all, and she doesn't dare to get close to those bloody furs: "Let's throw the things into the trash can, take the cloth bag back, and ask the old man tomorrow when he comes to pick up the bag."
"It can only be the."
The donation box and trash cans are at the back of the shopping mall building, and the trash cans are in a more remote location.
Carrying a lot of smelly things, the two walked into the shadows behind the shopping mall. The street lights outside flickered on and off, and the alleys and streets in the distance looked very scary.
“Are the dumpsters that far away?”
"Of course, it cannot affect the environment outside the mall."
Lifting the lid of the trash can, Han Fei began to dump the dirty things. Feathers and mouse skin stained with chicken feces fell on the mutilated plastic mannequin, as if he had wrapped the plastic mannequin with skin.
"Keep the red sweater knitted by the old lady and return it to her tomorrow." Oriole was about to close the lid of the trash can. The moment the lid closed, Han Fei seemed to see the broken mannequin's head turn slightly.
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Carrying the bag with only a red sweater left, the two returned to the mall.
Han Fei was left alone to look after the store, while Oriole went to the bathroom on the second floor to wash the bags and sweaters.
"It seemed like from a certain point on, everything started to go wrong."
"Ding dong, ding dong..."
There was another sound at the door of the store, and Han Fei hurried over, but there was no one there.
"Who's coming in?"
Han Fei immediately went to check the surveillance and found that a six or seven-year-old child had just ran into the store.
"It's early in the morning, why does this child show up at this time?"
Han Fei left the counter and came to the grocery area, where a soaked child was squatting in front of a cardboard box full of toys.
He looked at the contents in the carton eagerly, as if he wanted to take them back.
"Do you want to buy these toys?" Han Fei asked softly.
The boy turned his head and glanced at Han Fei. His pupils were already swollen from the blisters: "They were originally mine, uncle. I will redeem them. Can you please not sell them?"
Before Han Fei agreed, the system notification sounded in his mind.
"Attention player No. 0000! You have triggered the random mission of the shrine - Toy."
"Toys: There are many kinds of toys. When you control the fate of toys, fate also treats us as its toys."
"Task requirement: Help the boy keep the toy until he redeems it."
The shrine mission was triggered, and Han Fei had no choice but to agree: "These toys are very old and no one will buy them. I will hide them in the warehouse later, or buy them with my own money."
Han Fei was still planning how to hide the toys, when the sound of ding-dong, ding-dong sounded again at the door of the store. He stood up and went over, and a burly man entered the store.
The man was wearing dark clothes, a mask and a peaked cap.
"What do you need?"
"I moved last month and brought some old things from home to sell. I want to see if those things have been sold?" You can hear from the man's voice that he is a little nervous.
"what."
"Some old furniture and a big box of toys." The man said as he walked into the store and went straight to the grocery area.
"You can't barge in!" Han Fei moved faster and stopped the opponent directly.
Seeing Han Fei standing in front of him, the man's hand hidden in his pocket moved slightly, as if he was holding something.
"I'm looking for my own consignment goods, why are you stopping me?"
"Those things you mentioned were sold not long ago." Han Fei's body blocked the man's sight, preventing him from seeing the grocery area.
"Who bought it?"
"It's a child. His skin is very white, as if he had been soaked in water..." Before Han Fei could finish his words, he heard the man's increasingly violent breathing: "Sir, are you okay?"
"Where did the child go?"
"It's the direction you came from. Didn't you see him?" Han Fei wanted to say something else, but the man had already turned around and left and ran out in a hurry.
Seeing the man walking away, Han Fei immediately turned around and entered the grocery area. At this time, the child squatting in front of the toy box had disappeared.
Han Fei hid the toy box behind the counter and looked through the toys carefully. He found that many of the toys had the word "Dad" engraved on them. Only one of the toys had its head removed, and it could not be put back together. The puppet had "Mother" written on it.