Chapter 255: Xue Di's Choice (Part 3)

Stripped of her identity as Xue Di, perhaps she would still cherish that once simple and brilliant time.

Regardless of how Su Yu might speculate, time will provide the answer to all of this.

Xue Di had vanished, vanished completely from this world...

"Mama..."

Xiaoxuenv burrowed into...

"I am a failure, I barely notice 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 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 pieces 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 living in that dark basement without having to go outside and endure the unusually cold winter wind.

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

"The hospital at night is 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 tiny bit of light seeping out from the rooms to help me see my feet.

"The smell there was foul. 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 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, not many people are willing to come to the morgue unless there are bodies that need to be delivered or taken away for cremation. Of course, I don'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 him suddenly quitting, I might not have even been able to get a job like this.

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

"One day, the porters delivered a new body.

"I heard from others that this was my former colleague who had suddenly quit.

"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 terrifying 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 a scrap 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 exactly what it looked like; the light at the time was truly too dim.

"I reached out and touched that mark, but 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 end up 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 in charge of 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 grow even dimmer...

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

"I have a premonition that something will happen before long, a premonition that sooner or later, things that I don't know if I can call human will come looking for me. But no one is willing to believe me; they think 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 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 pressed very flat, with a simple dark bowler hat at his side.

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

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

That male guest was stunned for a moment:

"The things you just told were 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 Sarenzo River, thirty years on the right side of the Sarenzo River, just babbling nonsense!" another tavern regular added.

They were all farmers from the 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 she's 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 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 Lea."

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

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a bit of powder on his yellow hair, eyes that weren't particularly large but were a shade deeper than lake water, and he was dressed in a white waistcoat, a blue fine-wool coat, and black trousers, clearly having groomed himself meticulously before heading out.

His expression was quite indifferent, and he didn't pay much attention to the surrounding farmers and herdsmen.

The woman appeared younger than the two men, her light gray hair tied into a complex bun and covered by a white veil acting as a hat.

Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and her gaze toward Lumian Lee 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 Lea revealed a dainty nose and beautifully curved lips; she would definitely be considered a beauty in a countryside place like Kordu.

She wore a white, unpleated cashmere dress, paired with a beige jacket and a pair of Masir boots, with two small silver bells tied to her veil and boots respectively; when she had just walked into the tavern, 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 only found in big cities like the provincial capital Bigor or the capital Trier.

Lumian Lee nodded at the three strangers:

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

"Lee?" Lea blurted out.

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

Ryan Cos helped explain for Lea:

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

He ended 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 didn't stand on ceremony 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 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." Lea added with a smile from the side.

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 alcohol allows our spirits 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 schnapps.

"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 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 will 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 and asked for his consent:

"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 strangers, 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 have gone to a hospital to be a corpse attendant? Hmm, the nearest hospital to us is in Daliege down the mountain, which takes a whole afternoon to walk to."

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

She tilted her head slightly, producing a jingling 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 even 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.