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  After chopping over 200 pounds of pork ribs into uneven pieces, Fang Lin finally finished his work for the day. He swung his sore arm and walked expressionlessly towards the inner room, picked up the old plastic lunch box he had retrieved from the trash heap, scooped a full box of white rice and ate it with big mouthfuls along with some leftover kimchi. The oily soup left over by the customers braised pork ribs was also good enough for him to use as broth for his rice.

  A meal plus a salary of two hundred yuan per month. This is the treatment for Fang Lins job, and it is also the main reason why the clever boss allows this clumsy employee to stay. The price is only equivalent to one-third of the dishwashers wage, but the high-intensity labor is three times that of washing dishes!

  So, no matter how silent Fang Lin is normally, how inhumane he is, and how clumsy he is, as long as he doesnt make any big mistakes, even the most authoritative chef in the kitchen cant fire him - of course, on the premise that there isnt a substitute who charges lower than him.

  Fang Lin finished eating three large boxes of rice, four portions of kimchi, and silently stood up. He walked to the sink and rinsed his rice bowl with water. Wan Qiang, who was in charge of bringing him, deliberately bumped into him from the side, stacking dozens of bowls and plates into the greasy, foamy dishwashing pool with a loud clatter. Then he turned around, rolled his eyes, and cursed:

  "Cant you see? Scram!"

  Fang Lin quietly put away his broken lunchbox and couldnt help but glance at him. In fact, Fang Lin was calm and composed in these small matters, having endured the ridicule, disdain, and indifference of society as a whole; compared to that, Wan Qiangs deliberate provocation was nothing more than a gentle spring rain!

  The reason why Fang Lin looked at him again is:

  Through the white chefs uniform stained with strong oil, a faint green strange tattoo actually appeared on the collar! The tattoo was a very ferocious and roaring ghost head shape. When Fang Lins gaze fell on it, the ghost heads pair of fierce and sinister eyes suddenly winked at him mysteriously!

  The two were simultaneously shocked! The torrent of slanderous words that had been pouring out was suddenly cut off, as if by a pair of scissors, and came to an abrupt halt. In Fang Lins young, icy, and hard heart, a chill ran from head to toe.

  However, both parties turned their backs on each other and walked away in different directions, busy with their own affairs, as if nothing had happened.

  After settling everything in the store, it was already past 10 oclock at night. Fang Lin made his way through the crowded hall with difficulty, and by the time he reached the door, he had calculated the total profit that the customers could bring to the boss, which was 6,714 yuan and 56 cents. With just one glance, he had counted all the customers, and then quickly added up the costs in his mind, getting the result in just two seconds. This was just Fang Lins conditioned reflex of training himself every day. When he walked out onto the street, he would start silently memorizing the license plate numbers of passing cars. In fact, he was forcing his brain to think constantly, otherwise he would involuntarily recall the eyes of his parents who had poisoned themselves to death!

  Those two pairs of desperate, helpless, and sorrowful eyes!

  After his parents died, Fang Lin didnt cry. His heart was only being stirred up by thousands of knives, flowing with warm and painful fresh blood. The wound never healed, and the blood kept flowing. He hated himself for not realizing his parents suicidal thoughts, which he could have done something about. This snowball-like self-blame drove Fang Lin to crazily kill or indirectly force to death those six people who had killed or driven his parents to death. However, after taking revenge, the emptiness and void left him unable to bear it. Even in his heart, a crazy thought kept shouting:

  "Either destroy me, or destroy this world!"

  Two rows of street lamps stretched quietly forward, forming two parallel strips of light. Cars drove by on the street at varying speeds, but Fang Lin, walking on the sidewalk, suddenly let out a dull hum and pressed his head in pain.

  This is an aftereffect of overthinking.

  He was keen on reasoning and very clear about what his future held, a mental breakdown with forced isolation, or choosing a magnificent destruction.

  Wave after wave of intense neural pain washed over him, and Fang Lin felt as if he was a lone boat sinking into the howling sea of suffering, as if he would capsize and perish at any moment. The only thing he could do was to tightly grasp the tree trunk beside him, his fingernails even digging into his palms, the intense pain still lingering, but his exhausted brain continued to spin wildly, memories of all sorts chaotically flashing through his mind. Yet just as Fang Lin was about to collapse, a pair of eyes suddenly flashed before his minds eye!

  A pair of fierce and intimidating eyes!

  That tattoo!

  In an instant, the tidal wave of pain receded, and Fang Lin almost judged in half a second that existing scientific knowledge could not explain why a tattoo on a persons chest skin would automatically blink. The nearly collapsing spirit was immediately transferred to thinking about this problem with half compulsion and half willingness.

  Until he walked back to his residence, Fang Lin still couldnt come up with a logical and scientific explanation for this matter. However, he felt extremely fortunate that as long as the mystery of the tattoo remained unsolved, it meant he wouldnt have to suffer from that endless agony again.

  The place where Fang Lin lived was a student dormitory building of Nanchuan University. After planning the murder in his hometown, he hid in a pre-prepared place for a month, waiting for his appearance to change significantly after taking weight loss pills and pulling out teeth. Then, he calmly boarded the train and came to this third-rate university to study. Of course, he didnt come to study, but just wanted to hide. Because of the sudden expansion of enrollment and chaotic management, the university had a large number of peers, cheap accommodation, and plenty of free time. Fang Lin really couldnt think of any other place that was safer than this one.

  But unexpectedly, the only thing that the Academic Affairs Office attaches importance to is whether the student has paid the tuition fees in full. As for other things, they are all formalities. The teacher at the new student reception office obviously only cares about the authenticity of the banknotes and repeatedly threw them into the verification machine three times. Fang Lins fake ID, which was handed over according to the procedure, didnt even get a glance, and even the name on his student ID card was written as Fang Ling.

  He certainly wont stand up and correct this great mistake.

  ………………

  "Back already? Old Three?" Ma Wei, a roommate, called out with a mouthful of toothpaste foam from the communal washroom.

  Fang Lins mouth twitched, and he nodded. Mao Wei was also very used to his surname, and after a smile, he continued with a gurgle. Fang Lin didnt say much, but he was good at dealing with people, and the people in the same dormitory had a good relationship with him. Although some people behind his back called him "stupid goose", they usually affectionately called him "Old Three" to his face.

  Just like most university boys dormitories, its inevitable to be dirty and messy. Due to the schools expansion of enrollment, there were not enough dorms for some students, so this small room was packed with eight boys. However, because Fang Lin had always been a cleanliness freak, this dormitory was relatively clean and bright compared to other places. He pushed open the door, sat on the bed edge watching people play cards for a while, then climbed up to sleep. But what appeared most in his dreams was still that pair of evil and fierce ghostly eyes!

  The second is that after finishing class, Fang Lin quietly packed up his books and calmly walked out of the door. The goal he had set for himself was to be low-key and appear ordinary, just like a drop of water can only dissolve into the ocean, in order to successfully hide.

  He arrived early at the storefront of Qixiang Flavor, by which time the lunch rush had passed and the tables and chairs on the floor had been cleaned up. The place was quiet all around with no one in sight, not even the two hostesses who were leaning lazily against the cream-colored sofa inside the front door, dozing off. Fang Lin went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator to take a look, but found that the purchases for todays dishes had not been brought back yet. He stood there blankly for a while before taking out the whetstone to carefully sharpen the cleaver. Next, he voluntarily sprinkled water all around and swept the place clean.

  He Lao Ban came out and praised him a few words, but it was just praise, dont even think about material rewards.

  It seems that the business has been particularly good these past few days, and todays procurement was rushed to the point where they had to make two trips back to the store. The old electric tricycle was already overburdened, making a dull creaking sound as it moved, making one wonder if it would completely fall apart at any moment. Fang Lins workload increased by more than half, and after six months of training, he had learned to tie a strip of cloth around the handle of his knife. The blisters that had formed from friction had already burst, and now, under high-intensity work, the friction had caused his skin to become bloody and mangled, a pitiful sight.

  However, even if he started chopping from the ribs without stopping, the speed at which the business was consuming them had become faster and faster, and his processing speed could no longer keep up. Later, after the boss saw several groups of customers walking away in disappointment, he finally rushed into the kitchen with a pale face to supervise.

  However, Fang Lin was willing to come and do this job for two reasons: one was to use the exhausting chores to pass the time, so that he wouldnt think too much, and the other was to exercise his lacking abilities. He hoped to be able to live a relatively normal life. So, ignoring the bosss loud roar of urging, he continued to chop slowly and steadily, trying his best to make the chopped bones smaller and more uniform in size. Mr. He saw that his personal presence had no effect, and finally became furious, pinching off the half-smoked cigarette butt! He loudly scolded:

  "How dare you slack off here?! Hurry up!"

  Fang Lins eyebrows drooped, his eyes closed, as if he hadnt heard, and continued to chop slowly. Until a flash of light appeared in front of him, he suddenly swung his knife and chopped wildly, cutting the rib into dozens of segments. Only then did he nod his head in satisfaction. If you could carefully weigh each segment with a spring scale, you would find that although these dozen or so ribs were different in size and shape, their weight was surprisingly similar! This was the result of Fang Lin chopping pork ribs for half a year, five hours every day.

  He was originally a highly intelligent person, although due to genetic deficiencies, he had some shortcomings in grasping such minor details. However, as the saying goes, "practice makes perfect," and every day there would be several instances where he would have flashes of brilliance, relying on his instincts to chop the pork ribs into equal quantities. This was somewhat similar to how NBA players occasionally achieve a 100% shooting percentage. It can be said that finding this feeling of ease and enjoying it had become one of the few pleasures in life for Fang Lin, who had lost his sense of direction.

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