Purifier

[In this gray city made of steel and concrete, there is only that touch of green scenery, which makes me feel very cordial. 】

——"Purity Master Handbook" by Mo Ling

Time: 8 a.m. Location: City No. [-] Middle School Canteen Kitchen

In the not-so-spacious kitchen, it was cold and damp, filled with a strong rancid smell.The room is surrounded by walls, has no windows, and the door is closed.

The energy-saving lamp hanging in the center of the kitchen flickered on and off, and made a "beep" sound from time to time, and a few mosquitoes flew around the lamp tube.

On the operating table, a bloated chef was chopping vegetables.His face was expressionless, his eyes glowed green, his nails had large and small black spots, and obvious veins and veins were visible on the back of his hands.The pale light cast his figure on the white wall, the shadow became fat and thin, big and small, and kept shaking.

He held the kitchen knife in one hand, and pressed a piece of lettuce with the other, and slowly cut it down with a knife, his movements were mechanical and slow.

Squeeze, squeak, squeak...

The chef's knife skills should be skilled, and he should be fast, accurate and ruthless when cutting vegetables.However, today he seemed to be out of shape, and the lettuce was cut into slices of uneven thickness and size.

His eyes were slack, his pupils were dilated, and his lower eyelids were swollen with swollen eye bags. It seemed that he was exhausted physically and mentally from the repetitive daily work, and large beads of sweat dripped into the freshly cut vegetables.

He picked up another piece of lettuce and continued to cut it slowly, heavily, and without a knife.The inside of the lettuce had rotted and deteriorated, and green thick liquid flowed out every time it was cut. The thick liquid covered the blade and the cutting board, and was climbing up the chef's fingers, corroding his skin like sulfuric acid.

Kacha, the nail of his index finger was cut off, he paused for a moment, his breathing was slow and heavy, and there was a "woo-woo" panting sound in his throat.He grinned slightly, and blood oozed from his gums, flowing down between his teeth;

Kacha, the finger of the index finger was cut, blood overflowed from the wound, and dripped onto the lettuce slices, the red blood mixed with the green thick liquid to form an extremely disgusting color.He looked down at the cutting board, showing a weird smile;

Kacha, the finger of the index finger was completely cut off, he picked up the knife and stomped on the severed finger a few times, the blood was immediately bloody;

The lettuce has been cut, but he didn't stop the knife, and started to send his fingers. The bones were cut and creaked, and a severed finger was scattered on the cutting board, beating rhythmically with the frequency of the knife falling. Red and green sap squirts here and there;

The chef still felt no pain, and continued to stamp his fingers frantically, just like the climax of an exciting cooking show, he giggled, grinning hideously.Finally, the rotting flesh and lettuce were put into the vegetable bowl together with the messily cut lettuce.

He admired the pot of red and green mixture with satisfaction, raised his hand to suck his stump, and suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahahaha...".

Laughter echoed in the kitchen for a long time.