Strange Pawn Shop

The cold raindrops hit the old signboard of "Cheng'an Weiwu Pawn Shop", and the sewage mixed with old dust flowed down the faded gold letters, like a dirty edge to the signboard. I huddled behind the counter, holding the only three red bills in my hand. The light from the mobile phone screen made my eyes sore - "Alipay to be returned: 287.63 Yuan." Next month, this broken sign passed down from my great-grandfather may be taken off by the landlord to pay the rent. The door shaft let out a harsh groan, and a fishy wind smelling of rust and river mud rushed in. A shadow wrapped in a thick black raincoat almost stumbled into the store. The rain dripped down the corners of his soaked clothes, and quickly spread a dark red water stain on the floor. It didn't look like rain, but more like diluted blood. "Pawn..." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.