Chapter 243 Don't you know if you let me cut a knife?
The old man who lives in room 301 is one of the oldest residents in this building. He is kind to everyone and never puts on airs.
He helped the neighbors when they were in trouble, and he had a good relationship with everyone. When everyone saw him, he would kindly call out "Hello, Uncle Li."
Each resident in the building has his or her own responsibilities. The old man is highly respected and popular, so everyone elected him to be the acting building manager.
On weekdays, the old man will take the initiative to coordinate the relationship between neighbors and resolve conflicts. If someone from outside wants to enter the building to live, they must obtain his consent.
Uncle Li's cloudy eyes looked at the young man standing in the center of the room. He vaguely remembered that the young man came back to the building with Xu Qin, and his name seemed to be Han Fei.
"Uncle Li, my sister has paid too much for me, and I don't want to be a burden to her. Do you think there is anything I can do in the building? As long as you can give me a mask, everything will be easy." Han Fei said slightly.
Shy, he is not good at communicating with others and does not dare to look into other people's eyes when talking.
Uncle Li had a kind smile on his face. He had read countless people and roughly determined Han Fei's character through Han Fei's speech and behavior.
The young man in front of me is introverted. He probably seldom talks and is not good at dealing with others. He always keeps things to himself.
"Actually, I really want to help you. The key is that I am not the only one who has the final say in this building."
"Uncle Li, I am very hard-working and can endure hardships. You can leave any dirty or tiring work in the building to me." Han Fei covered the injury on his shoulder and looked at Uncle Li seriously.
This was the first time in his life that Uncle Li had seen such sincere eyes. Under Xu Qin's protection, this young man was like a piece of jade that had not been contaminated by malice.
Excitement flashed through his eyes, and the old man's cloudy eyes slowly turned. For people with malicious intentions, the more beautiful and innocent something is, the more exciting it is to destroy it.
"Since you care about your sister so much, I will make an exception to help you." The old man seemed to really start to think about helping Han Fei: "There are no idlers in the building. What have you done before? Where?
Have you ever worked somewhere? Is there anything you are good at?”
Hearing the old man's question, Han Fei was silent for a while before speaking: "Although I am young, I have rich work experience. I first worked in a convenience store. I am hardworking and very passionate about my work, and I have a good relationship with my colleagues."
Everything was fine. Later, in order to help the store manager share the pressure, I took the initiative to do the hardest and most dangerous work. The store manager was very moved when he found out about it, and we became inseparable good friends."
"I am still a very motivated person. While working in a convenience store, I taught myself education-related knowledge. My hard work paid off, and I was eventually admitted as a teacher in a school. I got along very well with the students, and they
I feel like I am a father, bringing them unprecedented care and concern."
Han Fei thought about the work he had done, and when he recalled those beautiful things, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing Han Fei's unconscious smile, the old man's disgust became even stronger. Rather than blessing beautiful things, he preferred to tear up all the beautiful things.
"Is that all there is? That would be more difficult. There is already a teacher in our building, and she usually takes care of the children." The old man limped out of bed and seemed to be rummaging around for something in the house: "You
What else are you good at besides these?”
"When I was in my hometown in the countryside, I killed pigs with my elders. They were famous butchers in the village, so I also learned all the techniques of slaughtering livestock." Standing in the butcher's house, Han Fei asked the old man calmly
: "There shouldn't be any butchers here, right? This profession is rare."
"Butcher?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then looked at Han Fei repeatedly. He couldn't find any flaws in Han Fei. The other person didn't seem to realize there was anything wrong with what he said: "There are all kinds of people in the building.
Occupation, but not butcher. You came at the right time, but I want to see your craftsmanship, so come with me."
Uncle Li opened the door and walked towards a road that was completely unfamiliar to Han Fei: "Where is your sister? And where is the child who is following you?"
"My sister went to the writer's house to look for clues. The child is at my sister's house." Han Fei didn't know where the old man was taking him. He just felt that the old man was very "kind" and worthy of "trust."
The two walked around in the corridor for a long time, and then came to a corner on the first floor.
Pushing open the door in front of you, there is a staircase going down inside the house.
There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and there was unwashed dirt on the ground.
"Uncle Li, why did you bring me here?" Han Fei was a little reluctant to go in.
"We usually slaughter animals here. This can be regarded as a test for you. After all, this is the first time I have seen a person who is a butcher as a profession." The old man knew very well that everyone in the Butcher's House was a butcher.
It's just that everyone has other professions to cover up, and they will never openly say that they are butchers.
"If you can pass the test, this is where you will work from now on." Uncle Li led Han Fei up the long stairs. The underground buildings of this building seemed to be more complicated than the buildings on the ground.
Arriving at the second underground floor, the old man opened a rusty iron door.
There is a solid wood table in the room, and a large iron basin covered with black cloth is placed on the table.
"You said you are a butcher, so you should know a lot about meat. Look at what kind of meat is in that basin." The old man motioned to Han Fei to go to the table, and he walked to a large iron cabinet in the corner.
Lifting the black cloth, there were prepared pieces of meat in the iron basin. The texture and smell of the meat were very special.
Han Fei looked at it for a long time, then frowned.
"How's it going? Do you recognize it? As long as you tell me what kind of meat this is, you can stay, get a job opportunity, and have your own mask." The old man was looking for something in the iron cabinet, his head was spinning.
No reply.
After a long time, the old man seemed to have finally found what he wanted. He took out a rusty blunt knife from the bottom of the iron cabinet.
His fingers covered with age spots were stroking the dull knife, and his facial features, facing away from Han Fei, began to twist.
"I can't recognize it, but I'm sure it's the meat of some kind of animal. It looks very familiar." Han Fei observed carefully. He didn't seem to notice that the old man holding the dull knife had slowly turned around, and the expression on his face completely changed.
Variety.
"Meat of an animal?" The old man let out an unpleasant laugh. He waved the knife in his hand: "Take a closer look? Are you sure it is the meat of an animal?"
He got closer to Han Fei little by little, his mouth split open, revealing his black and yellow teeth: "You touch that layer of fleshy skin, and then touch your own skin, do you feel... very similar!"
When the old man finished saying this, he suddenly swung his knife towards Han Fei. His movements were very fast, which was completely different from the slowness he had shown before.
Han Fei, who was well prepared, avoided it in advance and struck the edge of the iron basin with his blunt knife, making a crisp sound, but the old man didn't care at all.
This is underground, no one will come here even if we make some noise.
"I'm sorry, you are not qualified for this job. As a butcher, how can you not even distinguish the most basic human flesh?" The old man's sinister laughter echoed underground.
"Some people are human, but some people are no different from animals." Han Fei took out the death butcher knife from the inventory: "I just want to find a job, why do you always target me? No matter what
Is it a convenience store, a school, or now."
The reason why Han Fei did not attack the old man directly was because he wanted to test the old man to see if he was the one who stole the writer's manuscript.
It seems that the old man is testing Han Fei, but in fact it is Han Fei who is testing the old man. If the old man passes his test, he will share the secret with the old man. In the final analysis, Han Fei is not a murderous person. Most of the time, he
Just passive defense.
"I just felt something was wrong." Bloodshot eyes appeared in the old man's cloudy eyes, and those black impurities turned into some kind of curse, causing his whole person to begin to change: "Can a knife without an edge also kill people?"
"Won't you let me cut it and you'll know?" Han Fei stuffed the pitiful little black snake on his wrist into the ghost pattern, and a faint yin energy lingered around him.
At the same time, footsteps were heard outside, and Xu Qin and Cai, who had been secretly following Han Fei, all arrived on the second underground floor.
"You are not the person I am looking for, and you are of no use now." Han Fei held the butcher knife in his hand, still with the sincere expression on his face: "Everything in the world is suffering, I am here to send you to a blissful life."