Chapter 473

"Stop talking."

Yushui embarrassedly nudged Seeing Sha Zhu, pushing the rest of his words back.

Seeing that Seeing Sha Zhu was truly drunk, Lao Biaozi smiled, carried him, and sent him to the west room.

Li Xuewu followed him out the door and went to the backyard to pick up his sister.

It had been agreed upon long ago...

"I am a failure; I hardly pay attention to whether the sunshine is bright 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 looked for many jobs, but none of them hired me; perhaps no one likes a person who isn't good at speaking, doesn't like to communicate, and hasn't shown enough ability.

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"I only ate two loaves of bread in three whole days; hunger made it impossible for me 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 nights at the hospital were colder than I imagined; the wall lamps in the corridor weren't lit, and it was dim everywhere, so 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 were 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, and the free time at night could also be used for studying. After all, no one is willing to come to the morgue unless there are bodies that need to be delivered or transported away for cremation. Of course, I didn't have enough money to buy books yet, and currently, I don't see any hope of saving 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 movers delivered a new body.

"I heard from others that 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 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, as the light at the time was really too dim.

"I reached out and touched that mark; there was nothing special.

"Looking at this former colleague, I wondered, 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, to avoid those responsible for these matters finding it troublesome and just throwing them in some river or wasteland.

"This would sacrifice a morning of my sleep, but fortunately, it's 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 even dimmer...

"After that day, every time I slept, I always dreamed of a thick fog.

"I had a premonition that something would happen soon, a premonition that sooner or later something that I don't know if it can be called human would come to find me, but no one was willing to believe me, thinking 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 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 there was a simple dark bowler hat beside his hand.

He looked ordinary, just 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 facial features that could make one's eyes light up.

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

"And then?

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"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 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.

When the laughter subsided slightly, a thin, middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guest and said:

"Outsider, you actually believed Lu Mian'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 has become a mortuary 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 talk nonsense!" 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 Lu Mian 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 speaking, he turned his body to the side, spread his hands toward the outsider, and smiled brilliantly:

"It seems she writes really well.

"Sorry for misleading you."

The man wearing the brown tweed jacket with an ordinary appearance didn't get 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?" Lu Mian smiled.

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 right next to him.

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with yellow hair dusted with powder, eyes that weren't very large but had a color deeper than lake blue, wearing a white vest, a blue fine-wool coat, and black trousers; he had clearly dressed up carefully before going out.

He had a rather cold expression 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 serving as a hat.

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

Under the light of the tavern's gas wall lamp, this woman named Leah revealed a pretty 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 dress, paired with a beige small coat and a pair of Marsil long boots, and there were two small silver bells tied to her veil and boots respectively. When she walked into the tavern just now, she tinkled all the way, which was 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.

Lu Mian nodded to the three outsiders:

"My name is Lu Mian Lee; you can call me Lu Mian directly."

"Lee?" Leah blurted out.

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

Ryan Cos explained for Leah:

"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:

"Those who have had contact with sailors and maritime merchants all 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 a man named Frank Lee.

"That person's surname is also Lee."

"Is he very terrifying?" Lu Mian asked.

Ryan shook his head:

"I'm not sure, but since such a legend exists, it certainly won't be trivial."

He ended this topic and said to Lu Mian:

"Thank you for your story; it's worth a drink. What would you like?"

"A glass of 'Green Fairy'." Lu Mian 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 liquor can lead to mental confusion and cause you to have hallucinations."

"I didn't expect Trier's fashion trends to have already spread here." Leah, sitting beside him, added with a smile.

Lu Mian let out an "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 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-based shochu.

"Why don't you 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 from beginning to end!" The thin, middle-aged man who first exposed that Lu Mian told stories every day shouted in dissatisfaction, "Outsider, I can tell that you still have doubts about the truth of that story!"

"Pierre, you really can do anything for a free drink!" Lu Mian responded loudly.

Without waiting for Ryan to make a decision, Lu Mian added:

"Why can't it be me telling it myself? That way I could drink another glass of 'Green Fairy'."

"Because they don't know whether or not 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'; people who always lie will inevitably lose their credibility."

"Alright." Lu Mian 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." Lu Mian 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 has never left since. Think about it, before that, he was only thirteen; how could he possibly go to a hospital to be a mortuary guard? Hmm, the closest hospital to us is in Daliege at the foot of the mountain, which takes a whole afternoon to walk to."

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

She tilted her head slightly, producing a tinkling sound.

Pierre nodded:

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"Then, he followed Aurore and took the surname 'Lee', and even the name 'Lu Mian' was chosen by Aurore."

"I've forgotten what I was originally called." Lu Mian 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 exposed like this.