Chapter 486

Liu Haizhong was stunned upon hearing Li Xuewu's words; he hadn't heard about his wife's situation yet, and for a moment, he found it hard to accept.

Looking at Liu Haizhong, whose legs had gone weak, Li Xuewu nodded slightly, turned back, and asked Han Yating, "After deducting the fines, compensation, and illegal gains from the money confiscated from his home, return the remainder to him..."

"I am a loser; I hardly 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 wasn't 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 only ate two loaves of bread in three whole days; 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 to endure the abnormally cold winter wind."

"Finally, I found a job, working the night shift at a hospital, guarding the morgue."

"The hospital nights were 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 very unpleasant. 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. The free time at night can 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 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 former colleague; if it weren't for his sudden resignation, 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 get up after night falls, which makes my body a bit weak, and my head occasionally throbs with pain."

"One day, the movers brought a new body."

"According to others, this was my former colleague 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 his clothes had all 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, as the light at the time was really too dim."

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

"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 some river or wasteland."

"This will sacrifice a 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 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 mind has become abnormal and I need to see a doctor..."

A male guest sitting in front of the bar looked at the narrator 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, with black hair and light blue eyes; he was neither good-looking nor ugly, lacking obvious features.

And the narrator in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a tall stature 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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"Then I quit my job and went back to the countryside to brag to you here."

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

The male guest was stunned for a moment:

"Are you bragging about what you just said?"

"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 believe Lu Mian's story; what he says 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 morgue guard!"

"Yes, talking about thirty years on the east side of the Sailunzuohe, thirty years on the right side of the Sailunzuohe, just 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 young man with black hair named Lu Mian 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 even a columnist for some 'Novel Weekly'."

After speaking, he turned his body, spread his hands to the outsider, and smiled brilliantly:

"It seems she writes really well."

"I'm sorry, I made you misunderstand."

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?" Lu Mian laughed.

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 yellow hair dusted with powder, eyes that were not big but had a color a little deeper than lake blue, wearing a white vest, a blue tweed coat, and black trousers; he had clearly 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 Lu Mian carried undisguised amusement; she seemed to find what had just happened only 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 like Cordu village, she was definitely a beauty.

She wore a white unpleated cashmere tight dress, 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 jingled 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 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:

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

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

"Those who have been in contact with sailors and sea 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 meet a person named Frank Lee."

"That person's surname is also Lee."

"Is he very scary?" Lu Mian 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 Lu Mian:

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

"A 'Green Fairy'." Lu Mian was not polite at all and sat down again.

Ryan Cos frowned slightly:

"'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 have hallucinations."

"I didn't expect the fashion trend in Trier to have spread here." Leah on the side added with a smile.

Lu Mian 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 'Green Fairy', and add a 'Spicy Heart' for me."

"Spicy Heart" is a famous fruit shochu.

"Why don't you give me a 'Green Fairy' too? I was the one who told you the truth just now, and I can tell you the whole situation of this kid!" The thin middle-aged man who first exposed that Lu Mian was 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 can really do anything!" Lu Mian responded loudly.

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

"Why can't I tell it myself? That way I can drink another 'Green Fairy'?"

"Because they don't know whether to believe the situation you said." 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 credibility."

"Okay." Lu Mian 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." Lu Mian didn't care at all.

"Then another '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 never left again. You think, before that, he was only thirteen years old; how could he 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, bringing out a jingling sound.

Pierre nodded:

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

"I forgot what I was originally called." Lu Mian drank a sip of absinthe and said with a grin.

It seems that he is not inferior or ashamed that his past is exposed like this.