MTL - Ace Evolution-Chapter 2 Tattoos

After chopping more than two hundred pounds of spare ribs into very inconsistent pieces, Fang Lin finally finished today's work. He shook his aching arm and walked into the interior without expression, picking himself up from the garbage dump. The worn-out plastic lunch box picked up in the middle, sipped a full box of white rice and ate it with kimchi next to it, and the guests can also eat some rice with the oil and water soup of the leftover pork ribs.

Have a dinner and two hundred yuan a month's salary. This is the treatment of Fang Lin's job, and also the main reason that the savvy boss will let this clumsy employee stay. This price is only one third of the dishwasher, but the amount of high-intensity labor is three times that of the dishwasher!

Therefore, no matter how silent Fang Lin usually is, how unfriendly and awkward, but 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 the way ----------- -Of course, before there is no substitute who is cheaper than him.

After Fang Lin finished eating three big boxes of rice and four servings of kimchi, he stood up silently, walked to the sanitary pool and rinsed the lunch box with water. He was responsible for taking his Wanqiang deliberately smashing past him and throwing dozens of dishes It was hurriedly stacked in a sink with oily foam, then rolled up a pair of bull's eyes, cursing curtly:

"No eyes? Go away!"

Wu Fanglin closed his broken lunch box lightly and couldn't help but look at him. In fact, Fang Lin was calm in these little things. In the past, he almost endured the ridicule, contempt, and indifference of the whole society. Compared with this, the deliberate provocation of this million strong can hardly be considered drizzle!

的 The reason for Fang Linduo to take a look is:

A pale green weird tattoo appeared faintly through the neckline of Wanqiang's greasy white chef uniform! The tattoo was a horrible roaring ghost head shape. When Fang Lin's eyes projected, the ghostly head's fierce and expressive eyes blinked at him secretly!

Both were shocked at the same time! Wan Qiang's endless swear words were suddenly interrupted by a pair of scissors, and suddenly stopped, and Fang Lin's young cold and hard heart suddenly gave birth to a cold chill from head to toe!

However, both parties involved turned around and walked away, and each went away as if nothing had happened.

After finishing all the things in the store, it was more than ten o'clock in the evening. Fang Lin laboriously shuttled through the crowded lobby. By the time he got to the door, he had already calculated the profit that the consumers in the store can provide to the boss. Come out, a total of 6,714 yuan and 50 cents. At the first glance he looked at, he had already counted all the consumer guests, and then through mental calculation plus cost accounting, he obtained the following data in just two seconds. This is just Fang Lin's conditioned reflexive exercise of his own behavior. When he walks down the street, he will start to memorize the number plate he has passed. In fact, he was forcing his thinking brain to work non-stop, otherwise he would hardly remember the two eyes of his parents who had committed suicide!

－ － － － － － － －——- Those two pairs of despair, helplessness, sad eyes!

After his parents died, Fang Lin didn't cry. His heart was just churned by thousands of knives, and the blood was tingling with warm and tingling blood. The wound never healed, and the blood kept flowing. He hated why he didn't realize his parents' desire for death, and he could have done it. This snowball-like self-blame made Fang Lin kill or directly indirectly kill the six people who killed his parents. But his growing emptiness after revenge made him unbearable. There was even a crazy thought in my heart that kept screaming:

"Destroy me or destroy the world!"

The two rows of street lights extended quietly forward, forming two parallel light bands. The car passed quickly or slowly across the street. Fang Lin, who was walking on the sidewalk, suddenly moaned, holding his head in pain. unit.

This is a sequela of overuse of the brain.

He is good at reasoning, and he knows exactly what he will do in the near future. He will be forced to isolate his mental breakdown or choose a violent destruction.

Waves of violent neuropathic pain came in, Fang Lin felt like a lone boat sinking in the painful roaring sea, as if it would be overwhelmed at any time. The only thing he could do was to hold the trunk around him, even turning his nails upside down, and the pain was faint, but his tired brain was still turning madly and rapidly, and his mind was involuntarily complicated and complicated. Memories, but at the moment when Fang Lin was about to collapse, his eyes flashed suddenly in his mind!

A pair of fierce and expressive eyes!

That tattoo!

Suddenly, the tide-like pain receded, and Fang Lin judged almost half a second that the existing scientific knowledge could not explain why a tattoo tattooed on the skin of a person's chest would blink automatically. The almost collapsed spirit was immediately transferred to his thinking about this issue by his semi-force and semi-volunteer.

Until he returned to his place of residence, Fang Lin was not able to make any logical and scientific explanation for the matter, but he was very grateful that the problem of tattoos had not been solved one day, which meant that he would not have to suffer any more. That infinite pain.

The place where Fang Lin lives is 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, and waited until the appearance of weight loss pills and tooth extraction had changed considerably. Later, he boarded the train calmly and came to this third-rate university to study. Of course, he didn't want to come to study, he just wanted to hide, but in the university where the management was chaotic because of the sudden expansion of enrollment, there were a large number of peers and cheap accommodation. For a lot of free time, Fang Lin couldn't think of anything safer?

Unexpectedly, what he expected was that the only thing the Academic Office paid attention to was whether the student paid his tuition in full. As for the others, they are all formalism. The teacher at the entrance of the novice, obviously only paid attention to the authenticity of the banknotes, and threw them into the banknote detector three times in a row to verify, while Fang Lin handed over the fake ID in accordance with the procedure, but he didn't even have a glance at the glance. Even the name on his student ID was written as Fang Ling.

当然 Of course he would not stand up and correct this great mistake.

Uh ...............

"Come back? My third child?" Mao Wei, who was in the same bedroom, greeted him from his mouth-filled toothbrush in the public bathroom.

Tong Fanglin twitched and nodded. Mao Wei was obviously also used to his character, and after a smile, he looked up and continued to mumble. Although Fang Lin's words are not much, he is very good at dealing with people. The people who sleep with him have a good relationship with him. Although some people laugh at him and call him a goose, they usually call him the third in person.

Like most college boys' bedrooms, dirty mess is inevitable, because the school has expanded the relationship between some students, and their dormitory is not enough. Therefore, this small bucket room was packed with eight boys. However, because Fang Lin always loves to be clean, this bedroom can be regarded as clean and bright compared to other places. He pushed in the door, sat at the bed and watched people playing cards for a while, then climbed to chuang When I fell asleep, it was just the one that emerged the most in my dream, still those evil and fierce ghost eyes!

After finishing the class on the second day, Fang Lin quietly packed his books and went out calmly. The goal he set for himself now is to keep a low profile and show ordinaryness as much as possible, just like a drop of water can only dissolve in Only the sea can hide successfully.

He came to the scented shop early. At this time, the busyness of noon had passed, the ground tables and stools had been cleaned, and no one was quiet. Even the two welcome ladies at the front door leaned lazily in the interior. Dozing on the beige sofa, Fang Lin walked into the kitchen, opened the freezer, and found that the purchase had not bought today's work, and he stood there for a while and found the sharpening knife. Shi Lai carefully grinded the bone-cutting knife, and then actively sprinkled water around and swept away.

Boss He He came out and bumped into it and praised it a few words, but it was just a compliment. The material reward should not be delusional.

I want to come because these days the business is particularly good, today the purchase hastily dragged the store two full trips, the old electric three-wheeler is really overwhelmed, and sent a dull crunch when driving The sound makes people doubt that it will fall apart completely in the next second. And Fang Lin's work added more than half. After half a year of training, he has learned to tie a layer of cloth on the palm of the knife. The blood bubbles that had been rubbed out have already ruptured, at this time in a high-intensity In the work, the friction was so vague and unbearable.

However, even if he kept chopping and chopping as soon as the ribs were shipped in, the outside business was consuming faster and faster, and his processing speed could not keep up. UU read the book www.uukanshu.com to the boss who was frustrated after seeing several groups of guests disappointed and left, and finally ran into the kitchen and looked overcast.

But the reason why Fang Lin is willing to come to do this work, one is to try to pass the time of the tired chores so that he does not think too much, and the other is to exercise his ability. I hope to live as normal as possible. Therefore, he completely ignored the roaring urging of the extremely painful boss, and still kept his usual slow and choppy chores, trying to make the ribs chopped out smaller and more uniform. Boss He didn't see any effect when he saw him in person, and finally got angry and rushed to the crown. Screamed out loud:

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

Fang Lin's eyebrows closed and his eyes closed, and he still chopped slowly, until his eyes brightened, and suddenly he slashed with a knife and chopped the ribs in his hands into dozens of sections. nod. If you can carefully use spring scales to measure full equal parts, you can find that although the size and shape of these dozen ribs are different, the weight of each piece will appear amazingly similar! This is Fang Lin chopped pork ribs for half a year, chopped a full five hours a day harvest.

He was an extremely intelligent person. Although he was lacking in such small things because of genetic defects, what he called "practice makes perfect". There are always such flashes of light a few times a day. By virtue of instinct, chop the ribs into equal weight and equal amount --- ----similar to those in the NBA when the professional players shot, occasionally a lot of hits. It can be said that finding this calm feeling and enjoying it has become one of the few pleasures of Fang Lin who has lost his life goal.