Chapter 2396: Applying for an Independent Project

"Since you are confident, then I will tell you about the independent project."

Tuto tried hard to calm his mood, then introduced to Xia Duo, "The academy provides free funding to students who have finished their professional courses but have not chosen to graduate immediately; this is the origin of the independent project."

Theoretically, university students who have finished...

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

"My parents could not provide me with support, my educational background is not high, and I am alone in the city searching for a future.

"I looked for many jobs, but I couldn't get hired; perhaps no one likes someone who is not good at speaking, does not like to communicate, and has not shown sufficient ability.

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"I only ate two loaves of bread for three whole days; hunger made me unable to sleep at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance and could continue to live in that dark basement, without having to go outside to endure the abnormally cold winter wind.

"Finally, I found a job, keeping watch at the hospital, keeping watch for the morgue.

"The nights at the hospital were even colder than I imagined; the wall lamps in the corridor were not lit, it was dim everywhere, and 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 would be stuffed into body bags and sent over, and we would cooperate to help move them into the morgue.

"This is not a very good job, but at least it allows me to afford bread, and the free time at night can also be used for studying. After all, no one is willing to come to the morgue unless there are bodies that need to be delivered 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 at the moment.

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

"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 also aches occasionally.

"One day, the porter delivered a new body.

"According to what others said, this was that former colleague of mine 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 was blue and white, covered in wrinkles, and he looked terrifying under the very dim light.

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

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

"I reached out and touched that mark; 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 said to 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 matters wouldn't find it troublesome and just throw them in some random river or wasteland.

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

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

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

"After that day, every time I slept, I would always dream of a thick fog.

"I had a premonition that something would happen before long, a premonition that sooner or later something that I don't know if it can be called human would come looking for me, but no one was willing to believe me; they felt that in such an environment and such a job, my mental state had become abnormal and I needed to see a doctor..."

A male guest sitting in front of the bar looked at the storyteller 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, and beside his hand was a simple dark bowler hat.

He looked ordinary, just like most people in the tavern, with black hair and light blue eyes; he was not handsome, nor was he ugly, lacking any obvious features.

And the storyteller in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a tall and straight figure and slender limbs; he also had short black hair and light blue eyes, but his features were deep and striking.

This young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed, saying:

"And then?

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"Then I quit my job and returned to the countryside, coming here to brag to you."

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

That male guest was stunned for a moment:

"The things you just told were bragging?"

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

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

"Outsider, you actually believed Lumian's story? What he tells every day is different. Yesterday he was still a poor wretch whose engagement was broken off by his fiancée, and today he has become a corpse keeper!"

"Right, talking about thirty years on the east side of the Sarenzo River, thirty years on the right side of the Sarenzo River, just knowing how to talk nonsense!" another tavern regular followed up by saying.

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

The black-haired young man called Lumian propped himself up on 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 is even a columnist for 'Novel Weekly'."

After finishing, he turned his body to the side, spread his hands toward the visiting guest, and smiled brightly:

"It seems she writes really well.

"Sorry, I let you misunderstand."

That man wearing a brown tweed jacket with an ordinary appearance was not angry; he stood up as well 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 laughed.

That guest from out of town nodded:

"My name is Ryan Cos.

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

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

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with some powder on his yellow hair, eyes that were not very large but had a color a bit deeper than lake blue, and he was wearing a white waistcoat, a blue tweed coat, and black trousers; he had clearly gone through careful grooming before going out.

He looked quite indifferent, not really glancing at the surrounding farmers and herdsmen.

That woman looked younger than the two men, her light gray hair tied into a complex bun, covered by a white veil that served as a hat.

Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and the gaze she directed at Lumian carried undisguised amusement; she seemed to find what had just happened merely interesting.

Under the light of the tavern's gas wall lamp, this woman named Liya revealed a pert nose and beautifully curved lips, making her an absolute beauty in a countryside place like Kordu.

She wore a white, unpleated cashmere tight-fitting dress, paired with an off-white small jacket and a pair of Marsil boots; two small silver bells were tied to her veil and boots respectively, and when she walked into the tavern just now, they jingled all the way, attracting much attention and making many men stare straight at her.

In their eyes, this must be the kind of fashionable attire found only in big cities like the provincial capital Bigor or the capital Trier.

Lumian nodded at the three strangers:

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

"Lee?" Liya blurted out.

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

Ryan Cos helped Liya explain:

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

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

"Anyone who has had contact with sailors or maritime merchants knows that there is a saying circulating on the Five Seas:

"Better to encounter those pirate generals or even kings than to run into a person 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 such a legend exists, it certainly won't be bad."

He cut off this topic and said to Lumian:

"Thank you for your story, it's worth a drink, what would you like?"

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

Ryan Cos frowned slightly and said:

"'Green Fairy'... Absinthe?

"I think I need to remind you that wormwood is harmful to the human body; this kind of alcohol can lead to mental confusion and cause you to have hallucinations."

"I didn't expect the fashion trends of Trier to have already spread here." Liya added from the side with a smile.

Lumian went "Oh":

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

"For us, life is already hard enough, there's no need to care about a little more harm; this kind of alcohol allows our minds to achieve greater relaxation."

"Alright." 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 liquor.

"Why not get me a glass of 'Green Fairy' too? It was me who told you the truth just now, and I can tell you the situation of this kid from beginning to end!" The thin, middle-aged man who first exposed that Lumian told stories every day shouted with dissatisfaction, "Strangers, I can tell that you still have doubts about the truth of that story!"

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

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

"Why can't I tell it myself? That way I could 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 laughed triumphantly, "The story your sister loves to tell children most is 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'; those who always lie will inevitably lose their credibility."

"Fine." Lumian shrugged his shoulders, watching the bartender push a glass of pale green liquid toward him.

Ryan looked at him, asking for confirmation:

"Is this 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 all smiles:

"Generous stranger, 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 has never left since. Think about it, before that, he was only thirteen, how could he possibly go to a hospital to be a corpse guard? Hmm, the nearest hospital to us is in Daliez at the foot of the mountain, which takes an entire afternoon to walk to."

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

She tilted her head slightly, producing a Elf sound.

Pierre nodded:

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

"I've forgotten what I was originally called." Lumian took a sip of absinthe and said with a grin.

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