The smell of disinfectant still lingers deep in the nasal cavity, mixed with the unique smell of oil smoke from the kitchen and the sour smell of overnight swill - this is Yu Daye's last memory of the "last second". As an ordinary waiter in the back kitchen of the "Golden Arches" restaurant, no, according to the store's half-baked rankings, he is a "waiter clerk", numbered F-073. He is mainly responsible for wiping tables, mopping the floor, occasionally helping the kitchen choose dishes, and acting as a punching bag when the store manager is in a bad mood.
Just now, in order to avoid a rotten tomato flying towards him (because he failed to clean up a fries dropped by a customer in time), he leaned back suddenly, and the back of his head hit the protruding metal corner of the refrigerator. Severe pain hit me, my vision went dark, and there seemed to be a "hissing" sound in my ears similar to the "sizzling" sound when an old-fashioned picture tube TV was turned off, and then...
And then there is now.
