Chapter 2: Tattoos
After chopping the entire two hundred pounds of ribs into very inconsistent sized pieces, Fang Lin finally finished today's work, he flung his sore arms expressionless toward the inner room and walked in, picking up his own broken plastic lunch box from the garbage heap, scooped up a box full of white rice on the side of the kimchi and ate it with a big mouthful of food, while the guests ate the leftover oil and water broth from the dry pot of ribs, he could also scoop up some to soak up the rice.
One dinner plus two hundred dollars a month's salary. This was Fang Lin's package for this job, and it was also the main reason why the shrewd boss was willing to let this clumsy employee stay. This price was only a third of the price of a dishwasher, but the amount of intense labor was three times that of a dishwasher!
Therefore, no matter how silent, unapproachable, and clumsy Fang Lin usually was, as long as he didn't make any major mistakes, even the most authoritative head chef in the kitchen couldn't tell him to get lost - provided, of course, that there wasn't a replacement that was lower than the price he was asking for.
Fang Lin finished three large boxes of rice and four portions of kimchi and wordlessly stood up, walking over to the sanitary sink to rinse his lunchbox with water as Wan Qiang, who was in charge of bringing him along, deliberately bumped past him, stacking dozens of dishes clattering into the grease-soaked, foaming sink before rolling up a pair of bulls-eyes and cursing, "Don't you have eyes, huh? Get lost!"
Fang Lin indifferently put away his broken lunchbox and couldn't help but look at him. In fact, Fang Lin was simply at peace in these trivial matters, in the past, he had almost endured the ridicule, contempt, and indifference of the entire society, compared to that, this Wan Qiang's deliberate provocation was simply not even a hair's breadth!
The reason that caused Fang Lin to take one more look was:
Through the collar of Wan Qiang's oil stained white chef's uniform, there was actually a strange light green tattoo that appeared vaguely! That tattoo was in the shape of a very fierce and snarling ghost head, and when Fang Lin's gaze was projected upwards, the ghost head's pair of ferocious and evocative eyes, Hera actually blinked furtively towards him!
Both of them were shaken at the same time! Wan Qiang's torrent of obscenities was suddenly interrupted by a pair of scissors and came to a grinding halt, while Fang Lin's young, cold and hardened heart was also abruptly struck by a head-to-toe cold chill!
However, both parties involved coincidentally turned their backs and walked away, each going about their own business, as if nothing had happened.
After getting all this in the store, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening, Fang Lin struggled through the crowded lobby, when he walked to the door, he had already calculated the profit that the consumers in the store could provide to the boss, a total of six thousand seven hundred and fourteen dollars and fifty-six cents. The first time he looked, he had already tallied up all the consuming guests, and immediately afterward, through mental math plus costing, he came up with the following figures in just two seconds. This was just Fang Lin's usual reflexive behavior of exercising himself, later on when he walked down the street, he would again start to silently memorize the license plate numbers of the cars that passed by. In fact, he was forcing his good thinking brain to work non-stop for a moment, otherwise it would be hard to help but think of the two pairs of eyes of his parents who had committed suicide by taking poison!
--Those two pairs of despairing, helpless, mourning eyes!
After the death of his parents, Fang Lin did not cry, his heart was just churned and pulled by thousands of knives, flowing with warm, stinging blood - the wounds never healed and the blood kept flowing, he hated himself for not being able to perceive his parents' plea for death, which he could have done, and this snowballing self-reproach drove Fang Lin crazy! killed or directly and indirectly forced his parents to die those six people, but the increasingly powerful emptiness in the aftermath of revenge was too much for him to bear. There was even a crazy thought in his heart that kept crying out, "Or destroy me, or destroy this world!"
Two rows of streetlights quietly extended forward, forming two parallel bands of light, cars drove past the street either quickly or slowly, but Fang Lin, who was walking on the sidewalk, suddenly let out a muffled grunt and pressed his head in pain.
This was the aftermath of overusing his brain.
Adept at reasoning, he knew very well what would happen to him in the near future, a mental breakdown and forced isolation, or choosing a sensational destruction.
Wave after wave of intense neurological pain rolled in, Fang Lin felt as if he was a lone boat sinking into the roaring sea of pain, as if the boat would be destroyed at any moment. The only thing he could do was to strangle the trunk of the tree beside him, even his nails were turned upside down, the intense pain was vague, but his tired brain was still spinning madly, and all kinds of complicated and chaotic memories appeared involuntarily in his mind, however, just at the moment when Fang Lin was about to collapse, a pair of eyes flashed fiercely in his mind!
A pair of ferocious and evocative eyes!
That tattoo!
In an instant, the tidal wave of pain receded, and Fang Lin judged almost in half a second that the scientific knowledge that already existed couldn't explain how a tattoo that pierced the skin of a person's chest could automatically blink. That almost-collapsed spirit was immediately transferred, half-forcibly and half-voluntarily, all of his thoughts to this question.
Until he walked back to the place where he lived, Fang Lin was not able to come up with a logical and scientific explanation for this matter, but he felt very fortunate that the fact that this question about the tattoo had not been solved for one day meant that he did not have to suffer from that infinite pain for one day.
The place where Fang Lin lived, was the student dormitory building of Nanchuan University, after he planned to kill someone in his hometown, he hid in a place that had been prepared for a month, and waited until after the diet pills and the extraction of teeth after the appearance of quite a big change, then frankly boarded the train, came to this third-rate university to study, of course, he did not want to come to study, but just wanted to hide, and because of the sudden expansion of enrollment and the management of the chaos of the university, there is a huge amount of With a huge number of peers, cheap accommodation, and a lot of free time, Fang Lin couldn't think of a safer place to go.
Not surprisingly, the only thing the Registrar's Office paid attention to was whether or not the student had paid the tuition fee in full. As for the rest, it was all formalism. The teacher at the reception desk of the admission novice, on the other hand, apparently only paid attention to the authenticity of the banknotes, and threw them into the banknote checking machine three times in a row to check the authenticity of the banknotes, while the fake ID card that Fang Lin had handed over according to the procedure didn't even have the idleness to scan it, and even the name on his student ID card was written as Fang Ling.
Of course he wouldn't stand up to correct this great mistake.
...
"Back, huh? Lao San?" Mao Wei from the same dormitory greeted out of the communal washroom with a mouth full of white foam stuffed with a toothbrush.
The corner of Fang Lin's mouth tugged and he nodded. Mao Wei was obviously also very used to his character, and after a smile, he tilted his head back and gurgled to continue. Although Fang Lin didn't say much, he was very good at dealing with people, and the people in his dormitory were quite close to him, although behind his back some people mockingly called him a dull goose, but in person they usually called him Lao San intimately.
Just like most of the university boys dormitory, dirty and messy is unavoidable, because the school has expanded the relationship of some students, their dormitory is very insufficient, so this small room in the bucket, it is stuffed into the whole eight boys, but due to the reason that Fang Lin has always loved the sake of purity, this dormitory compared to other places, can be considered clean and bright, he pushed the door to enter, sat on the edge of the bed and watched the people play a moment of cards, then climbed into bed to go to sleep, only that Fang Lin was not a good player. He climbed into bed and went to sleep, but in his dreams the most emergent is still that pair of evil fierce ghost eyes!
The next day after class, Fang Lin silently pack up books, calmly walking out the door, he now set himself the goal, that is, must be low-key, try to show ordinary, just like a drop of water can only be dissolved into the sea, to be able to successfully hide.
He came early to the strange flavor of the store, this time the midday rush has passed, the ground tables and stools have been cleaned up, quiet in all directions, no one, even the front door of the two welcoming lady lazy recline in the inner beige sofa dozing, Fang Lin line to the kitchen, uncovered the freezer to look at it, but found that the purchase is not yet today's work to buy back, will be dumbfounded to stand still for a while, looking out for a sharpening stone He stood still for a while, then searched for a sharpening stone and carefully sharpened the bone chopper, and then took the initiative to sprinkle water on the four sides and sweep the place clean.
Boss He came out to see, praised a few words, but only praise, material rewards is not to dream of.
I think it's because business is particularly good these days, this day purchases in a hurry to the store hauling two whole trips, the old electric three-wheeled is really overwhelmed, in driving all issued a dull and difficult creak, let a person doubt that the next second it will be completely broken open. And Fang Lin's work will add more than half, after half a year of practice, he has learned to hold the knife on the palm tied a layer of cloth, originally friction out of the blood blisters have long been ruptured, at this time in the high-intensity work, friction blood and flesh, miserable.
However, even if he from the ribs a transport to start chopping without stopping, outside the business consumption speed has been faster and faster, his processing speed has been completely unable to follow. After witnessing several groups of customers leave in frustration, the exasperated boss finally ran into the kitchen and came to supervise the work with a grimace on his face.
But the reason why Fang Lin was willing to come and do this job was that he wanted to use the tiring chores to pass the time so that he wouldn't have to think too much, and secondly, it was purely for the purpose of exercising his own lack of ability. He hoped to live as much as possible like a normal person. Therefore, he completely ignored the loud growling urging of his boss, who was in pain, and continued to chop slowly and methodically, trying his best to make the ribs he chopped out smaller and more uniform. He boss see their own personal presence actually did not play any role, finally angry, will smoke to half of the cigarette butt a pinch! Loudly scolded, "Old man here you still dare to be lazy? Do it fast!"
Fang Lin drooped his eyebrows and closed his eyes as if he hadn't heard, still chopping slowly, until a bright light in front of his eyes, he suddenly swung his knife and chopped furiously, chopping the rib between his hands into dozens of segments, and only then did he nod his head with great satisfaction. If one could carefully use a spring loaded scale to measure equal portions, one would be able to realize that although the size and shape of these ten or so segments of ribs were different, the weight of each of them would appear strikingly similar! This was the harvest of Fang Lin's half a year of chopping ribs, chopping for five hours every day.
He was an extremely intelligent person, although because of his genetic defects, his grasp of such small things was lacking, but as the saying goes, practice makes perfect, there are always a few times a day when he will have this flash of insight, and by instinct he will chop the ribs to equal weight and quantity - just like those professional players in the NBA when they shoot baskets, by chance they will hit 100 percent of the shots. It is quite similar to those professional players in the NBA who, when shooting baskets, occasionally hit a hundred shots. It can be said that finding this kind of relaxed feeling and enjoying it has become one of the few pleasures for Fang Lin, who has lost his goal in life.
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