贾斯帕·皮雷老头并未听到那两个人进入他的杂货店。他趴在地上,两手撑着身体,双眉紧锁,眯着双眼,透过那半月形的双光眼镜清点着幽暗的陈列架底部放着的菜豆罐头。他正在清点存货清单,希望不要耽搁得这么久。夜深了,他也累了。突然什么东西顶住了他的后背。他抬头一望,两个男子站在眼前,神情警觉,目光冰冷,紧绷着脸。矮个子皮肤黝黑,有着一副溜肩膀;高个子留着短而蓬乱的红发,拿着一支沉甸甸的左轮 Jasper Pury did not hear the two men enter his grocery store. He was lying on the floor, his hands holding his body, his eyes closed and his eyes narrowed, looking through the half-moon bifocals to sort out the cans on the bottom of the dark shelves. He is counting inventory, hoping not to delay so long. Late at night, he was tired. Suddenly what stopped him on the back. He looked up and the two men stood in front of him, alert, cold eyes and tight faces. Short dark skin, with a slipped shoulders; tall with short and disheveled red hair, holding a heavy revolver