Chapter 73

"I am a loser. I hardly pay attention to whether the sun is shining or not, because I don't have the 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 none of them hired me. 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 loaves of bread for three whole days. Hunger made me unable to sleep at night. Fortunately, I 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 aren't lit, and it's very dim everywhere. I can only rely on the little light seeping out from the rooms to help me see my feet.

"The smell there is very unpleasant. 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. 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 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 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 occasionally throbs with pain.

"One day, the mover sent a new body.

"I heard from others that this 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 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 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 specific shape; the light at the time was really too dim.

"I reached out and touched that mark, 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 a random 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 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, feeling that in such an environment and such a job, my mind has become abnormal and I need to see a doctor..."

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

"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 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 storyteller in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a tall figure and 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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"And then I resigned and returned to the countryside, coming here to brag to you."

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

The 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. What he tells every day is different. Yesterday he was still 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 east of the Selenzo River, thirty years west of the Selenzo River, only knowing how to talk nonsense!" Another tavern regular followed.

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

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 is also 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 for the misunderstanding."

The man in the brown tweed jacket with an ordinary appearance was not angry. He 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 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, and eyes that were not big but had a color slightly deeper than lake blue. He wore 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 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 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 Cordu village.

She wore a white pleated cashmere tight dress, paired with a beige small jacket and a pair of Marsille boots. There were also two small silver bells tied to her veil and boots respectively. When she walked into the tavern just now, she went "ding-a-ling" all the way, which was very eye-catching, making many men stare blankly.

In their eyes, this must be the fashionable dress only found in big cities like the provincial capital Bigo 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:

"Your surname is terrifying. I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

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

"People who have been in contact with sailors and sea merchants all know that there is such a saying circulating on the Five Seas:

"Rather encounter those pirate generals or even kings than meet 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 there is such a legend, it must not be bad."

He ended the topic and said to Lumian:

"Thank you for your story, it's worth 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 and said:

"'Green Fairy'... Absinthe?

"I think I need to remind you that absinthe 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 on the side added with a smile.

Lumian said "Oh":

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

"For us, life is already hard enough, there is 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 that Lumian was telling stories every day shouted dissatisfiedly, "Outsider, I can see that you still have doubts about the truth of that story!"

"Pierre, in order to drink a free glass of wine, 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 said." The middle-aged man named Pierre smiled triumphantly, "The story your sister loves to tell children most is 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'. People who always lie will inevitably lose their credit."

"Okay." Lumian shrugged his shoulders, watching 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 person who loves pranks most 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. You think, before that, he was only thirteen years old, how could he go to the hospital to be a morgue guard? Well, the hospital closest 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-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 took a sip of absinthe and said with a smile.

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