The back kitchen was filled with smoke. A short male chef in white, about fifty years old, was stir-frying the food in the pot. Yellow flames shot up from under the pot from time to time, and then disappeared out of thin air. The male chef tried his best to glance at the watch on the wall a few times in the smoke. His face was ashen and he kept mumbling.
Suddenly, he turned sideways and yelled at the back door. A few seconds later, a young man wearing a white chef's uniform ran in from the door. The man was also carrying a basket of partially peeled chicken. onion.
The young man looks to be about 25 or 26 years old. He has a lean, short hairline with a hairline slightly set back, creating a clear peak. Two thick eyebrows are raised high, red phoenix eyes, single eyelids, and a circle of redness and swelling around the eyes. The bridge of the nose is slightly collapsed, the lips are thin, and some green stubble is still on the chin and cheeks. A long and narrow scar is exposed under the left cheek. There is a band-aid on the right cheek. The middle of the band-aid has turned dark brown. The bottom of the band-aid Bright red blood scabs can also be seen on the skin.
His name is Jin Yuan, and he is currently studying preparatory courses in the Department of Computer Science at the University of Hannover.
The old chef lowered his head and glanced at the onions in the basket, and his face became even more ugly. Before Jin Yuan could explain, he began to scold Jin Yuan in a foreign language that Jin Yuan could not understand. While cursing, he suddenly raised his hand and the band-aid was removed by him. It flew out, leaving five clear handprints on Jin Yuan's right face.
This slap made Jin Yuan a little dazed. His eyes began to become bloodshot and his fists gradually clenched. He stared at the old chef's face as if he wanted to eat him alive. The old chef glanced at him disdainfully, pointed to the door, and said in broken English: "Get out."
A layer of frost gradually appeared on Jin Yuan's face. He stared fiercely into the old chef's eyes, spat on the ground, turned and walked towards the back door.
The old chef sneered behind him and started to stir-fry the vegetables in the pot again.
Before leaving the house, Jin Yuan pulled out a thirty-centimeter-long Zwilling knife from the nearby sink, hid it in his arms, and walked out of the kitchen expressionlessly.
*
Looking at the Eastern European woman, Dong Qiangqiang frowned: "Are you the landlord?"
The Eastern European woman made a "hum" sound from her nostrils, with an expression of disbelief, and disappeared from the door with a cigarette in her mouth.
Dong Qiangqiang stood in the room and looked around again, with mixed feelings in his heart: Jin Yuan was in the same language class as him, both went to university in Hannover, and came earlier than him, so he entrusted Jin Yuan to help him Find a house. Jin Yuan was very efficient and found a house quickly. However, there were many students coming to Hannover to attend university, and there were more wolves than meat. If he wanted to occupy a house, he had to pay four months' rent first, which was an "advance payment." Dong Qiangqiang was reluctant to pay early. Jin Yuan didn't say anything. Just a month before Dong Qiangqiang came, Jin Yuan suddenly said that the house would be rented out soon. This caught Dong Qiangqiang off guard. He didn't have the student dormitory at Hannover University yet. The application came down, so he needed a temporary home anyway. After much thought, he finally bit the bullet and paid four months' rent, but he didn't expect the other party to say he hadn't received the money.
He was trying to recall the details of the payment when a woman came up from behind him with a cigarette in her mouth and threw a thick notebook onto the table in front of him with a "pop" sound.
Dong Qiangqiang glanced at the other party, who sneered and pursed his lips toward the clip.
Dong Qiangqiang opened the folder doubtfully and saw various types of receipts inside.
As he flipped through the pages, he asked, "This is this?"
The Eastern European woman came close to him, held a cigarette in one hand, rummaged through the folder, and soon pulled out a piece of yellowed paper and handed it to Dong Qiangqiang.
Dong Qiangqiang took the receipt and looked carefully through the dim light by the window. He saw that it was written crookedly in German: Room 315#, No. 54, Hippo Street. The rent from January to April 2001 (cold) totaled 2,000 marks. The signature is JIN YUAN. There is also a handwritten German signature next to it. The handwriting is very sloppy and it is difficult to tell what the name is.
"This is it?" Dong Qiangqiang asked, pointing to the German signature.
The Eastern European woman put the cigarette in her mouth and took out a few receipts from the folder. Dong Qiangqiang saw that all the receipts had the same handwritten signature underneath.
Dong Qiangqiang picked up the note on the ground and found that the paper Jin Yuan gave him did not have a German signature.
"How do I know this signature is yours and not someone else's?" Dong Qiangqiang reluctantly questioned.
The Eastern European woman looked a little annoyed and sneered, "Believe it or not."
The smoke filled the room little by little, and neither of them spoke anymore, and the atmosphere became very awkward.
Dong Qiangqiang knew in his heart: What the Eastern European woman said was most likely true. Jin Yuan took his own money but did not help him rent a house. It's useless to complain at this point. Where to stay tonight is the key. However, if he lived in the house of a person who was engaged in that industry in the red light district, he would feel very uncomfortable. Although he did not despise these people after receiving traditional education for many years, he would still feel very uncomfortable if he really wanted to live under the same roof for a long time. Contradictory.
"If I live here, what about the money I paid before?" Dong Qiangqiang wanted to struggle again.
The Eastern European woman seemed very impatient when she heard this, and her voice unconsciously became higher: "You foreigners are really troublesome, and I've confiscated your money. Whoever takes your money is the one you're going to find. If you don't live here, get out." !”
The other party suddenly became angry and cursed, which surprised Dong Qiangqiang. Just as he was about to speak again, he heard heavy footsteps in the corridor, and then a huge figure appeared at the door. It turned out to be the bald man who lived across the door.
"Hey, you!" he said while pointing his index finger at Dong Qiangqiang's face and said excitedly, "Get out! Foreigners are not welcome here!"
He is already tall and speaks very forcefully. His body is like a big speaker, amplifying his voice many times. Dong Qiangqiang felt his eardrums buzzing.
Dong Qiangqiang was unwilling to live here. Seeing that the Eastern European woman and the giant man became very manic, he shrugged and walked out of the room sideways from the giant man.
When he pushed his luggage out of the building, he saw a third-floor window opened and a pile of tattered clothes thrown out along the window, almost hitting Dong Qiangqiang. Dong Qiangqiang quickly ducked out of the way. At this moment, he heard a sound above his head. There was a burst of laughter, and when he looked up, he saw the Eastern European female general leaning out the window with most of her body, making an indecent gesture at him, then she suddenly shrank back and closed the window with a bang.
At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and the street lights on both sides of the street slowly turned on. Dong Qiangqiang was hungry and tired. He was walking endlessly pushing his suitcase. When he passed a phone booth, he suddenly remembered something. He rushed over and stuffed a handful of coins into the slot of the phone. He wanted to question Jin Yuan. , what is all this going on.
*
Jin Yuan's cell phone buzzed in his backpack, which was lying quietly in the locker. At this time, Jin Yuan was sharpening the knife in his hand viciously in a dark corner outside the back door of the kitchen. .
At this moment, the back door of the kitchen opened, and the old chef walked out of the door with a playful smile while talking on the phone loudly.
Jin Yuan stood up quietly in the corner. After observing the surrounding environment, he quietly approached the chef step by step.
The knife in his hand shone with a frightening cold light.
