Chapter 2 Tattoo

After chopping more than two hundred kilograms of ribs into pieces of very different sizes, Fang Lin finally completed today's work. He waved his sore arms and walked into the inner room expressionlessly, picking up what he had picked up from the garbage pile. He scooped up a full box of white rice from the old plastic lunch box he picked up and ate it with the kimchi next to it. He could also scoop out some of the leftover oil and water soup of the dry pot ribs eaten by the guests to soak in the rice.

One dinner plus two hundred yuan a month's salary. This is the benefits of Fang Lin's job, and it is also the main reason why the shrewd boss is willing to let this clumsy employee stay. The price is only one-third of that of a dishwasher, but the intensive labor is three times that of a dishwasher!

Therefore, no matter how silent Fang Lin is, how inhumane, or how clumsy he is, as long as he doesn't make any big mistakes, even the most authoritative chef in the kitchen can't tell him to get out - - Of course, this assumes that there is no substitute with a lower price than his asking price.

After Fang Lin finished eating three large boxes of rice and four portions of kimchi, he stood up silently, walked to the toilet and rinsed the lunch box with water. Wan Qiang, who was in charge of taking him, deliberately bumped past him and threw away dozens of bowls. The dishes were piled into the sink filled with oily foam, then he raised his eyes and cursed:

"Don't you have eyes? Get out of here!"

Fang Lin put away his broken lunch box calmly and couldn't help but look at him. In fact, Fang Lin is basically calm about these little things. In the past, he almost endured the ridicule, contempt, and indifference of the entire society. Compared with this, Wan Qiang's deliberate provocation is nothing like a drop of rain!

The reason that caused Fang Lin to take another look was:

Through the collar of Wan Qiang's greasy white chef's uniform, a strange light green tattoo appeared faintly! The tattoo was in the shape of a very ferocious and roaring ghost head. When Fang Lin cast his gaze upwards, the ghost head's fierce and expressive eyes blinked at him mysteriously!

Both of them were shocked at the same time! Wan Qiang's endless stream of obscene words was suddenly cut off by a pair of scissors, and Fang Lin's young, cold and hard heart suddenly felt an icy chill from head to toe!

However, both parties involved turned their backs and walked away separately, each going about his or her own business, as if nothing had happened.

After finishing everything in the store, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. Fang Lin struggled through the crowded lobby. By the time he reached the door, he had already calculated the profit that the current consumers in the store could provide to the boss. When it came out, the total was six thousand seven hundred and fourteen dollars and fifty-six cents. At the first glance, he had already counted all the customers, and then through mental arithmetic and cost accounting, he came up with the following data in just two seconds. This is just Fang Lin's daily reflexive behavior to train himself. When he walks on the street, he will start to memorize the license plate numbers of the cars he passes. In fact, he was forcing his thinking brain to work non-stop, otherwise he would be unable to help but think of the eyes of his parents who committed suicide by taking poison!

——————————Those two pairs of despairing, helpless, sad eyes!

After his parents died, Fang Lin didn't cry. His heart was just like being torn by thousands of knives, with warm and stinging blood flowing. The wound never healed, and the blood kept flowing. , he hated himself for not being able to notice His parents wanted to die, and he could have done this. This snowballing self-blame drove Fang Lin to madly kill or directly or indirectly force the six people who killed his parents. However, after the revenge, he became increasingly powerful and empty. It was really unbearable for him. There is even a crazy thought in my heart that keeps shouting:

"Either destroy me, or destroy the world!"

Two rows of street lights extended quietly forward, forming two parallel light strips. Cars drove past the street quickly or slowly, but Fang Lin, who was walking on the sidewalk, suddenly groaned,

He held his head in pain.

This is the sequelae of overuse of the brain.

He is good at reasoning and knows very well what his fate will be in the near future. He will have a mental breakdown and be forced into isolation, or he will choose a spectacular destruction.

Wave after wave of severe neurological pain came over him. Fang Lin felt like a lonely boat sinking in the roaring sea of ​​pain, as if the boat would capsize at any time. The only thing he could do was to pinch the tree trunk next to him, even turning his fingernails upside down. The severe pain was vague, but his tired brain was still spinning crazily and rapidly, and all kinds of complex chaos appeared in his mind involuntarily. Memories, but at the moment when Fang Lin was about to collapse, a pair of eyes suddenly flashed in his mind!

A pair of fierce and expressive eyes!

That tattoo!

In an instant, the tidal pain subsided, and Fang Lin judged in almost half a second that the existing scientific knowledge could not explain why a tattoo on the skin of a person's chest would blink automatically. The almost collapsed spirit was immediately diverted to thinking about this issue, half forced and half voluntarily.

Until he walked back to the place where he lived, Fang Lin was not able to give any logical and scientific explanation for the matter. However, he felt very fortunate that the problem of tattoos was not solved for a day, which meant that he did not have to suffer anymore. That infinite pain.

Fang Lin lived in the student dormitory building of Nanchuan University. After planning the murder in his hometown, he hid in a place that had been prepared for a month. After the weight loss pills and tooth extraction had changed his appearance, he boarded the train and came to this third-rate university to study. Of course, he didn't come to study, but just wanted to hide. In the university with chaotic management due to the sudden expansion of enrollment, there were a large number of peers, cheap accommodation, and a lot of free time. Fang Lin really couldn't think of any safer place?

As he expected, the only thing that the Academic Affairs Office cared about was whether the student paid the tuition in full. As for the rest, it was all formalism. The teacher at the reception desk for new students obviously only cared about the authenticity of the banknotes, and threw them into the banknote detector for verification three times in a row. Fang Lin didn't even have the time to glance at the fake ID card he handed over according to the procedure, and even wrote the name on his student ID as Fang Ling.

Of course, he would not stand up to correct this great mistake.

………………

"Are you back? Lao San?" Mao Wei, who shared the same dormitory, greeted him from the shared washroom with a toothbrush stuffed in his mouth.

Fang Lin twitched his lips and nodded. Mao Wei was obviously used to his personality. After a smile, he raised his head and continued to mumble. Although Fang Lin didn't talk much, he was very good at dealing with people. His roommates had a good relationship with him. Although some people mocked him and called him a stupid goose behind his back, they usually called him Lao San in person.

Just like most college boys' dormitories, it is inevitable that they are dirty and messy. Because the school has expanded the enrollment of some students, their dormitories are not enough, so eight boys are crammed into this small room. However, because Fang Lin has always loved cleanliness, this dormitory can be considered clean and bright compared to other places. He pushed the door in, sat on the bed and watched people play cards for a while, then climbed up to sleep. However, what appeared most in his dreams was still the pair of evil and fierce ghost eyes!

After class the next day, Fang Lin quietly packed up his books and walked out calmly. The goal he set for himself at the moment was to keep a low profile and try to appear ordinary, just like a drop of water that can only be dissolved into the sea to successfully hide.

He arrived at the shop of Qixiangxiang early. The busy lunch was over, the floor tables and chairs had been cleaned, and there was no one around. Even the two receptionists at the front door were lazily leaning on the beige sofa in the inner room and dozing off. Fang Lin went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, but found that the purchaser had not bought today's work. He stood there blankly for a while, found a whetstone and carefully sharpened the bone-cutting knife, and then took the initiative to sprinkle water around and clean it up.

Boss He came out and saw it, and praised a few words, but it was just praise. Don't dream of material rewards.

I think it's because the business has been particularly good these days. Today, the purchaser hurriedly dragged it to the store twice. The old electric tricycle is really overloaded. It made a dull creaking sound when driving, which made people suspect that it would fall apart completely in the next second. Fang Lin's work was increased by more than half. After half a year of training, he had learned to tie a layer of cloth on the palm of his knife. The blood blisters caused by friction had already burst. At this time, under the high-intensity work, the friction was bloody and horrible.

However, even if he started chopping the ribs non-stop as soon as they were delivered, the speed of consumption outside business was getting faster and faster, and his processing speed could not keep up at all. ｗwｗ.ａns Later, after the exasperated boss saw several groups of customers leave in disappointment, he finally ran into the kitchen with a sullen face to supervise.

But the reason why Fang Lin was willing to come to do this job was, first, to kill time by doing tiring chores so that he would not think too much, and second, it was completely out of the desire to exercise his lack of ability. I hope to live as much as possible like a normal person. Therefore, he completely ignored the boss's loud roar and urging, and continued to chop slowly and methodically, trying his best to make the ribs he chopped smaller and more uniform in size. Boss He saw that his presence had no effect, and finally got furious. He pinched the butt of his half-smoked cigarette and yelled:

"How dare you be lazy here? Hurry up!"

Fang Lin lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, pretending not to hear anything. He continued to chop slowly until his eyes lit up. Suddenly, he swung the knife wildly and chopped the rib in his hand into dozens of pieces. Then he nodded with satisfaction. If you can carefully use a spring scale to measure the equal portions, you will find that although these ten or so ribs are different in size and shape, the weight of each piece will be surprisingly similar! This is what Fang Lin gained from chopping ribs for half a year, chopping for a full five hours every day.

He was a very smart man. Although he lacked the ability to grasp such minor details due to his genetic defects, practice makes perfect. He would have such a flash of inspiration several times a day, and he would chop the ribs into equal weights by instinct - just like the occasional perfect shots of NBA professional players. It can be said that finding this calm feeling and enjoying it has become one of the few pleasures for Fang Lin, who has lost his life goal.