Chapter 90

One hundred, Giving Her a Blue Butterfly Flower

"I am a failure, I hardly notice whether the sun is shining or not, because I have no time.

"My parents couldn't provide me with support, my education wasn't high, and I was alone in the city looking for a future.

"I found many jobs, but none of them hired me. Perhaps no one likes someone who isn't good at speaking, doesn't like to communicate, and hasn't shown enough ability.

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"I ate only two pieces of bread for three whole days. Hunger kept me from sleeping at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could continue to live in that dark basement without having to go outside to endure the unusually cold winter wind.

"Finally, I found a job, working the night shift at a hospital, guarding the morgue.

"The hospital at night is colder than I imagined. The wall lamps in the corridor weren't lit, and it was dim everywhere. I could only rely on the little bit of light seeping out from the rooms to help me see my feet.

"The smell there was very unpleasant. From time to time, the deceased were stuffed into body bags and sent over, and we would cooperate to help move them into the morgue.

"This isn't a very good job, but at least it allows me to afford bread. The free time at night can also be used for study. After all, no one wants to come to the morgue unless there are bodies that need to be sent or transported away for cremation. Of course, I don't have enough money to buy books yet, and I don't see any hope of saving money for now.

"I have to thank my former colleague. If it weren't for his sudden resignation, I might not have even been able to get a job like this.

"I dream of being able to rotate to the day shift. Now I always sleep when the sun comes out and wake up after night falls, which makes my body a bit weak, and my head occasionally throbs with pain.

"One day, the movers sent a new body.

"I heard from others that this was my former colleague who had suddenly resigned.

"I was a bit curious about him. After everyone left, I pulled out the cabinet and quietly opened the body bag.

"He was an old man, his face blue and white, covered in wrinkles, looking very scary under the very dim light.

"He didn't have much hair, most of it was white, and all his clothes had been stripped off, not even a piece of fabric left for him.

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"I saw a strange mark on his chest, blue-black. I couldn't describe the exact shape; the light at the time was really too dim.

"I reached out and touched the mark, but there was nothing special.

"Looking at this former colleague, I was thinking, if I keep going like this, when I get old, will I be the same as him...

"I told him that tomorrow I would accompany him to the crematorium and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery, so that those responsible for these things wouldn't find it troublesome and just throw them in some river or wasteland.

"This will sacrifice one morning of my sleep, but fortunately, it will be Sunday soon, so I can make up for it.

"After saying that, I fixed the body bag and pushed it back into the cabinet.

"The light in the room seemed even dimmer...

"Since that day, every time I sleep, I always dream of a thick fog.

"I have a premonition that something will happen soon, a premonition that sooner or later something that I don't know if it can be called human will come to find me, but no one wants to believe me, thinking that in such an environment and such a job, my spirit has become abnormal and I need to see a doctor..."

A male guest sitting at the bar looked at the narrator who had suddenly stopped:

"And then?"

This male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, his hair pressed very flat, with a simple dark top hat beside him.

He looked ordinary, like most people in the tavern, with black hair and light blue eyes, neither good-looking nor ugly, lacking obvious features.

And the narrator in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a tall stature, slender limbs, also with short black hair and light blue eyes, but with deep features that could make people's eyes light up.

The young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed:

"And then?

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"Then I quit and went back to the countryside to brag to you here."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, a smile with a bit of mischief.

The male guest was stunned:

"Are you bragging about what you just said?"

"Haha." A burst of laughter erupted around the bar.

The laughter subsided slightly, and a thin middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guest and said:

"Outsider, you actually believe Lumian's story. What he says is different every day. Yesterday he was a loser whose engagement was broken by his fiancée because of poverty, and today he has become a morgue guard!"

"Yes, saying things like thirty years on the east side of the Sailunzuohe, thirty years on the right side of the Sailunzuohe, just babbling nonsense!" another tavern regular followed up.

They were all farmers from the large village of Cordu, wearing short jackets that were black, gray, or brown.

The black-haired young man named Lumian supported the bar with both hands, stood up slowly, and said with a smile:

"You know, this isn't a story I made up. It was all written by my sister. She loves writing stories the most, and she's even a columnist for the 'Novel Weekly'."

After speaking, he turned his body, spread his hands to the outsider, and smiled brilliantly:

"It seems she writes really well.

"Sorry, I made you misunderstand."

The man in the brown tweed jacket with an ordinary appearance was not angry, stood up with him, and responded with a smile:

"A very interesting story.

"What should I call you?"

"Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking others?" Lumian smiled.

The guest from out of town nodded:

"My name is Ryan Cos.

"These two are my companions, Valentine and Leah."

The latter sentence referred to the man and woman sitting next to him.

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with powder on his yellow hair, eyes that weren't very big but had a color deeper than lake blue, wearing a white vest, a blue tweed coat, and black trousers, clearly having been carefully dressed before going out.

He looked quite indifferent and didn't look much at the farmers and herdsmen around him.

The woman looked younger than the two men, with long light gray hair tied into a complex bun, wrapped in a white veil as a hat.

Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and her gaze toward Lumian carried an undisguised smile, as if she only found what had just happened interesting.

Under the light of the tavern's gas wall lamp, this woman named Leah revealed a pretty nose and beautifully curved lips, which definitely counted as a beauty in a countryside village like Cordu.

She wore a white pleated cashmere tight dress, a beige small jacket, and a pair of Masier long boots. There were two small silver bells tied to her veil and boots, which jingled all the way when she walked into the tavern, making her very eye-catching and making many men stare straight at her.

In their eyes, this must be the fashionable dress that only big cities like the provincial capital Bigor or the capital Trier have.

Lumian nodded to the three outsiders:

"My name is Lumian Lee, you can just call me Lumian."

"Lee?" Leah blurted out.

"What's wrong, is there a problem with my surname?" Lumian asked curiously.

Ryan Cos explained for Leah:

"This surname of yours is terrifying. I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

Seeing the farmers and herdsmen around looking puzzled, he further explained:

"Anyone who has been in contact with sailors and sea merchants knows that there is such a saying circulating on the Five Seas:

"I would rather encounter those pirate generals or even kings than meet a man named Frank Lee.

"That person's surname is also Lee."

"Is he very scary?" Lumian asked.

Ryan shook his head:

"I don't know, but since there is such a legend, it certainly won't be bad."

He ended the topic and said to Lumian:

"Thank you for the story, it deserves a drink. What do you want?"

"A glass of 'Green Fairy'." Lumian was not polite at all and sat back down.

Ryan Cos frowned slightly:

"'Green Fairy'... Absinthe?

"I think I need to remind you that wormwood is harmful to the human body. This kind of wine may cause mental confusion and make you hallucinate."

"I didn't expect the fashion trend of Trier to have spread here." Leah added with a smile.

Lumian said "Oh":

"So people in Trier also like to drink 'Green Fairy'...

"For us, life is hard enough, there's no need to care about a little more harm. This kind of wine can make our spirits get greater relaxation."

"Okay." Ryan sat back in his seat and looked at the bartender, "A glass of 'Green Fairy', and add a glass of 'Spicy Heart' for me."

"Spicy Heart" is a famous fruit shochu.

"Why don't you give me a glass of 'Green Fairy' too? I was the one who told you the truth just now, and I can tell you the situation of this kid exactly as it is!" The thin middle-aged man who first exposed Lumian for telling stories every day shouted dissatisfiedly, "Outsider, I can see that you still have doubts about the truth of that story!"

"Pierre, for a free drink, you really can do anything!" Lumian responded loudly.

Without waiting for Ryan to make a decision, Lumian added:

"Why can't I tell it myself? That way I can drink another glass of 'Green Fairy'?"

"Because they don't know whether to believe the situation you're talking about." The middle-aged man named Pierre said triumphantly, "The story your sister loves to tell children most is 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'. People who always lie inevitably lose their credibility."

"Okay." Lumian shrugged his shoulders and watched the bartender push a glass of pale green wine in front of him.

Ryan looked at him and asked:

"Is it okay?"

"No problem, as long as your wallet is enough to pay for these drinks." Lumian didn't care at all.

"Then another glass of 'Green Fairy'." Ryan nodded.

Pierre was suddenly full of smiles:

"Generous outsider, this kid is the biggest prankster in the village, you must stay away from him.

"Five years ago, he was brought back to the village by his sister Aurore and never left again. Think about it, before that, he was only thirteen, how could he possibly be a morgue guard at a hospital? Well, the nearest hospital to us is in Daliege at the foot of the mountain, which takes a whole afternoon to walk."

"Brought back to the village?" Leah asked keenly.

She tilted her head slightly, bringing out a jingling sound.

Pierre nodded:

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"Then, he followed Aurore's surname 'Lee', and even the name 'Lumian' was taken by Aurore."

"I've forgotten what my original name was." Lumian took a sip of absinthe and said with a smile.

It seemed that he was not inferior or ashamed at all that his past was exposed like this.