Chapter 73: Box Office, Lin Nan is an Investor?

"I am a loser, and 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 educational background isn't 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 isn't good at speaking, doesn't like to communicate, and hasn't shown enough ability.

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"I went three whole days eating only two loaves of bread. Hunger made it impossible for me to sleep 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 and endure the abnormally cold winter wind.

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

"The hospital at night was even 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 terrible. 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 wasn't a very good job, but at least it allowed me to afford bread. The free time at night could also be used for studying; after all, no one wants to come to the morgue unless there are bodies that need to be delivered or transported for cremation. Of course, I didn't have enough money to buy books yet, and for now, I see no hope of saving any money.

"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 dreamed 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 has made my body a bit weak, and my head occasionally throbs with pain.

"One day, the porters delivered a new body.

"According to others, 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 blue and white, covered in wrinkles, looking very frightening under the extremely dim light.

"He didn't have much hair, most of it was white, and all his clothes had been stripped off; not even a scrap of fabric 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 just too dim.

"I reached out and touched the mark; there was nothing special about it.

"Looking at this former colleague, I wondered, if I keep going like this, when I get old, will I be just 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 matters wouldn't find it troublesome and just throw them in some random 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 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 I don't know if I can call 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 mind had become abnormal and I needed to see a doctor..."

A male guest sitting in front of the bar looked toward 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 was pressed very flat, and there was a simple dark bowler hat by his hand.

He looked ordinary, just like most people in the tavern: black hair, light blue eyes, not handsome, not ugly, lacking any obvious features.

And the storyteller in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a tall, straight figure and slender limbs. He also had short black hair and light blue eyes, but his features were deep and striking, enough to make one'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, went back to the countryside, and came here to brag to you."

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

The male guest was stunned for a moment:

"Was everything you just told me bragging?"

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

As 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 is different every day. Yesterday he was a poor wretch whose engagement was broken off by his fiancée, and today he's become a corpse-keeper!"

"Right, talking 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 chimed in.

They were all farmers from the large village of Cordu, 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 some 'Novel Weekly'."

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

"It seems she writes really well.

"Sorry for the misunderstanding."

The man in the brown tweed jacket with the ordinary appearance wasn't 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.

The guest from out of town nodded:

"My name is Ryan Cos.

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

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

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with yellow hair dusted with powder. His eyes, which weren't very large, were a color a bit deeper than lake blue. He wore a white vest, a blue fine-wool coat, and black trousers, clearly having dressed up carefully before going out.

He looked quite cold and didn't pay much attention to the surrounding farmers and herdsmen.

The woman looked younger than the two men. Her light gray long hair was tied into a complex bun, wrapped in a white veil that served 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 merely interesting.

Under the light of the tavern's coal wall lamp, this woman named Leah revealed a pert nose and beautifully curved lips; in a countryside village like Cordu, she could definitely be called a beauty.

She wore a white, unpleated cashmere tight-fitting dress, paired with a beige little jacket and a pair of Marsil boots. There were also two small silver bells tied to her veil and boots respectively. When she walked into the tavern just now, she jingled all the way, which was very eye-catching and made many men stare blankly.

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

Lumian nodded to the three outsiders:

"My name is Lumian Lee. You can call me Lumian directly."

"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 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 man named Frank Lee.

"That person's surname is also Lee."

"Is he very scary?" Lumian asked.

Ryan shook his head:

"I'm not sure, but since there is such a legend, it certainly won't be anything less."

He ended the 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 didn't stand on ceremony 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 liquor can lead to mental confusion and cause you to have hallucinations."

"I didn't expect the fashion trends of Trier to have spread all the way here," Leah 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's no need to care about a little more harm. This kind of liquor allows our spirits to get greater relaxation."

"Fine." 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" was a famous fruit shochu.

"Why not get me a glass of 'Green Fairy' too? I was the one who told you the truth just now, and I can even tell you the situation of this kid exactly as it is!" the thin middle-aged man who had first exposed Lumian for telling stories every day shouted with dissatisfaction. "Outsider, I can tell that you are still skeptical about the truth of that story!"

"Pierre, you really would 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 have another glass of 'Green Fairy'?"

"Because they don't know whether to believe the situation you're talking about," 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."

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

Ryan looked at him and asked 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 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, he was only thirteen before that; how could he have gone to the hospital to work as a mortuary attendant? Hmm, the closest hospital to us is in Daliege down the mountain, which takes an entire afternoon to walk to."

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

She tilted her head slightly, producing a tinkling sound.

Pierre nodded:

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

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

It seemed that he felt no inferiority or shame at all about his past being revealed like this.