Chapter 468: Xiao Jiang's Unboxing Live Stream

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

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

"I found many jobs, but couldn't get hired. Perhaps no one likes someone who isn't good at speaking, doesn't like communicating, and hasn't shown enough ability.

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"I only ate two pieces of bread for three whole days. Hunger made me unable to sleep at night. Luckily, I paid a month's rent in advance, so I could continue living in that dark basement, without having to go outside to endure the abnormally cold wind of winter.

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

"The hospital at night is even colder than I imagined. The wall lamps in the corridor weren't 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 were stuffed into body bags and sent over, and we cooperated to help move them into the morgue.

"This isn't a very good job, but at least it allows me to afford bread, and the free time at night can be used for studying. After all, no one wants to come to the morgue unless there are bodies that need to be sent or transported 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, making my body a bit weak, and my head occasionally throbs with pain.

"One day, the mover sent over a new corpse.

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

"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 very scary in 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 leaving him a piece of fabric.

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

"I reached out and touched the mark, it 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 a morning of my sleep, but fortunately, it's Sunday soon, so I can make up for it.

"After saying that, I fixed the body bag and stuffed 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 looking for me, but no one is willing to believe me, thinking that in such an environment and such a job, my mental state has become abnormal and I need 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 a simple dark round top hat by his hand.

He looked ordinary, like most people in the tavern, black hair, light blue eyes, not good-looking, nor ugly, lacking obvious features.

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

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

"And then?

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"And then I quit my job and returned to the countryside, coming here to brag with 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:

"Are those things you just told bragging?"

"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 believed Lumian's story. He tells a different one every day. Yesterday he was a down-and-out guy whose engagement was broken off by his fiancée because of poverty, and today he became a morgue guard!"

"Yes, saying something about thirty years on the east side of the Selenzo River, thirty years on the right side of the Selenzo River, just babbling nonsense!" Another tavern regular followed up.

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

The black-haired young man called 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 some 'Novel Weekly'."

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

"It seems she writes really well.

"Sorry, I let you misunderstand."

That man wearing a brown tweed jacket and looking ordinary wasn't angry, stood up, 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 Leah."

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

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a bit of 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 fine tweed coat, and black trousers, clearly having dressed up carefully before going out.

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

That woman looked younger than the two men, her light gray long 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 undisguised amusement, 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 would definitely be considered a beauty in a countryside like Kordu village.

She wore a white, unpleated cashmere tight-fitting dress, paired with a beige little coat and a pair of Marsil boots. Two small silver bells were tied to her veil and boots respectively. When she walked into the tavern just now, she was 'ding-a-ling' all the way, very eye-catching, making many men stare straight at her.

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

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 helped Leah explain:

"This surname of yours makes people fearful. I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

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

"Anyone who has come into contact with sailors or 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 run into someone 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 definitely won't be bad."

He ended this topic and said to Lumian:

"Thank you for your story, it deserves a glass of wine. What would you like?"

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

Ryan Cos frowned slightly and said:

"'Green Fairy'... Absinthe?

"I think I need to remind you, absinthe is harmful to the human body. This kind of wine can lead to mental confusion and cause you to have hallucinations."

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

Lumian said "Oh":

"So Trier people 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 wine allows our spirits to get 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 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 that Lumian told stories every day shouted dissatisfiedly, "Outsider, I can tell, you still have doubts about the truth of that story!"

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

Before Ryan could 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 laughed triumphantly, "The story your sister loves to tell children the most is 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'. People who always lie inevitably lose credibility."

"Alright." Lumian shrugged his shoulders, watching the bartender push a glass of pale green wine in front of him.

Ryan looked at him, consulting:

"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 go to the hospital to be a morgue guard? Hmm, 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 'ding-a-ling' sound.

Pierre nodded:

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

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

It seemed that he wasn't at all inferior or ashamed that his past was exposed like this. ===== CHAPTER 469 =====