Ways to Kill

It was a cloudy day. Zhang Qingzhao worked for a whole day but only earned a little money which including a counterfeit ten-dollar note. He was very depressed. As it gets dark, there are fewer and fewer people in the street. He stopped the car at the gate of Binshi Second Hospital for a while to have a rest, there were a few raindrops falling on the windshield. He decided to go home. Just as he was leaving, he saw a man walking alone by the side of the road.