Su Qingyu forgot her name, but she clearly remembered that she wrote her name on her leg.
Then she looked at her legs.
Only an ink blob was left where the words were originally written.
The name was blurred by the copy.
Luo Zixuan's first reaction was to open her cell phone. In the phone, all the places where her real name should have appeared were changed to number four.
Shen Sinian secretly carved his name on the wall with a knife last night, but because they were waiting in line, he couldn't look back.
All the pigs were lined up in order of their numbers. Except for Su Qingyu, there were a few other pigs wearing badges.
Led by Brother Yu, they went to the dining area, which was a long groove filled with a pile of rotten leafy vegetables and unknown red meat.
Su Qingyu noticed with his sharp eyes that there were some hair and nails mixed in the food.
Although the food looks so dirty, it exudes an irresistible fragrance.
[Snake Farm]Pig farm rules.
[Pigs are small and thin poultry. Don't be greedy. The pig farm will strictly control the size of the pigs. ]
The more alienated the pig is, the more voraciously it eats.
Su Qingyu saw the pigs stick their heads into the trough, use their protruding noses to push up the food, then open their mouths and swallow it in big gulps.
Su Qingyu sniffed the fragrance of the flowers, hid herself among the gluttonous pigs, lowered her head, and did not eat anything.
Shen Sinian relied on the pain to stay awake.
He placed his hands on Luo Zixuan's waist and looked at her closely.
"Hold on, don't be tempted by the smell."
Luo Zixuan bit the tip of her tongue and held her breath.
Fortunately, the pigs ate very quickly.
After breakfast, Brother Yu waved his black baton and said to all the pigs viciously: "You lazy pigs, hurry up. Now, all stand on the scale, I will weigh you."
The black baton twirled in his hand. Sometimes he would point it at the pigs' faces, and sometimes he would carry the baton on his shoulders.
If the pigs in front moved a little slower, Brother Yu would raise the black baton in his hand and hit the pigs' heads hard until they were covered in blood.
Ah Ping had a stern face, holding a form in one hand and a pen in the other, standing aside indifferently recording data.
When it was Su Qingyu's turn to be weighed, A Ping recorded her weight.
Ninety-nine pounds.
Ah Ping looked up at Su Qingyu and muttered in a barely audible voice, "It's better to be thinner. If you are thinner, you can live longer."
During working hours, Su Qingyu went to the place where the body was found last night. The place had been cleaned and there was no trace of it.
The work at the pig farm was not difficult for Su Qingyu. She sat at her workstation and did not complete her performance target all at once. Instead, she chose to do it slowly so as not to be too conspicuous.
At noon, a woman with a white face, no eyebrows, black teeth, wearing a pink kimono and wooden clogs came to the pig farm in small steps.
She raised her hand and started stroking the head of each pig one by one, starting from workstation No. 1.