A meal always had to end eventually.
My little sister walked beside me with her belly sticking out, looking satisfied.
"I can make it through the cafeteria food for the next week." She ungracefully rubbed her little belly and sighed like an old woman.
"You're exaggerating." I smiled.
When we came out of the mall and walked back along the road, I looked up and saw the scene of the crime.
Police cars were still there. The area remained cordoned off, surrounded by plastic sheeting. It looked like someone was still cleaning up inside.
My sister soon noticed the commotion too.
The police had put up a perimeter, but that didn't stop curious onlookers from peering over the barrier. Even though all they could see was blue plastic sheeting, they still refused to leave.
There were onlookers across the road from us, too. Most of them were shop employees standing outside their stores, along with passersby drawn over by their chatter.
A young man in a work uniform was vividly recounting what had happened, sighing and shaking his head as he offered his opinion.
Most people were more interested in his commentary. His account of what had happened was vague: a madman had hit two passersby, then pulled out a knife and stabbed someone. That was about all.
The conversation quickly shifted from this violent incident to all sorts of social news from the past.
More people kept joining in, so the shop employee would retell what had just happened each time.
My sister looked a little scared. Her smile faded, and she glanced at me uneasily.
I put an arm around her shoulders and said calmly, "It's okay. Things like this are rare. If you ever run into something like that, just run. That guy said the man pulled