Chapter 2388: Visiting the Thatched Cottage, Chen Xuan, Known as the God of Sleep

"I am a failure, and I hardly 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 I couldn't get hired. Perhaps no one likes someone who isn't good at speaking, doesn't love communicating, and hasn't shown enough ability.

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"I ate only two pieces of bread for three whole days. Hunger made me unable to sleep at night. Fortunately, I 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, 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 aren't lit, and it's dim everywhere, so I can only rely on the little bit of light seeping out from the rooms to help me see my feet.

"The smell there is very bad. From time to time, the deceased are stuffed into body bags and sent over, and we cooperate 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 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 at the moment.

"I have to thank my predecessor; if he hadn't suddenly resigned, I might not have even been able to get such a job.

"I dream of being able to rotate to work during the day. 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 porter sent a new body.

"I heard from others that this was my former colleague who 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 in the very dim light.

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

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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 just 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 like 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 it up.

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

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

"After 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 is willing 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 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, with a simple dark round hat at his side.

He looked ordinary, like most people in the tavern, black hair, light blue eyes, not good-looking, not ugly, lacking obvious features.

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

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

"And then?

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"Then I resigned and returned to the countryside to come here and brag to you."

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

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 loser whose engagement was broken by his fiancée because of poverty, and today he became a morgue guard!"

"Right, saying something about thirty years on the east side of the Selenzo River, thirty years on the right side of the Selenzo River, only knowing how to babble!" another tavern regular followed up.

They were all farmers from this large village of Cordu, 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 is a columnist for some 'Novel Weekly'."

After finishing, he turned his body, spread his hands toward the guest from afar, and smiled brightly:

"It seems she writes really well.

"Sorry for the misunderstanding."

The man wearing the brown tweed jacket with an ordinary appearance was not angry; he stood up and smiled in response:

"A very interesting story.

"How should I address you?"

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

That guest from afar 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, his yellow hair was powdered, his eyes were not large but had a color deeper than lake blue, he wore a white vest, a blue fine tweed coat, and black trousers, and he had clearly dressed up carefully before going out.

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

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

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

Under the light of the tavern's gas wall lamp, the woman called Leah revealed a pretty nose and beautifully curved lips, which would definitely be considered a beauty in the countryside like Cordu village.

She wore a white unpleated cashmere tight skirt, paired with a beige small jacket and a pair of Marsil long boots. The veil and boots were also tied with two small silver bells. When she walked into the tavern just now, she went ding-ding-dang-dang all the way, which was very eye-catching, making many men stare straight at her.

In their eyes, this must be the fashionable dress only found in big cities like the provincial capital of Bigor or the capital of 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 is terrifying. I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

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

"Those who have been in contact with sailors and sea merchants know 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 certainly won't be bad."

He ended the topic and said to Lumian:

"Thank you for your story; it deserves a drink. What would you like?"

"A glass of 'Green Fairy'." Lumian was not polite at all 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 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, so there is no need to care about a little more harm. This kind of wine can make our spirits 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 from beginning to end!" 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 shouted back.

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 said." The middle-aged man called Pierre laughed triumphantly, "The story your sister loves to tell children the most is 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'. People who always lie will inevitably lose their credibility."

"Alright." 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 has never left since. Think about it, before that, he was only thirteen years old. 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, making a ding-ding-dang-dang 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 I was originally called." Lumian drank a sip of absinthe and said with a grin.

It seemed that he was not inferior or ashamed at all that his past was exposed like this. ===== CHAPTER 2389 =====