Chapter 731

"I am a failure, barely paying attention to whether the sun is shining or not, because there is 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 found many jobs, but I couldn't get hired. 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 it impossible for me to sleep at night. Fortunately, I had 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 wind of winter.

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

"The hospital at night is even colder than I imagined. The wall lamps in the corridor aren't lit, and it's dim everywhere, relying only on the little bit of 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 sent over stuffed in body bags, 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 studying, after all, no one is willing 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 he hadn't suddenly resigned, 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 porters sent over 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 scary 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 fabric.

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"I saw a strange mark on his chest, blue-black in color. I can't describe its exact appearance; the light at the time was really too dim.

"I reached out and touched that mark, but there was 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, to avoid those responsible for these matters finding it troublesome and just throwing them in some river or wasteland.

"This will sacrifice a morning of my sleep, but fortunately, it will be Sunday soon, and 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 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 toward 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 bowler hat by his side.

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

And the narrator in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a tall and straight figure, long limbs, also with short black hair and light blue eyes, but with deep facial features that could make one's eyes light up.

Although it complained, the Hole-Hole Worm still happily ate the time gel, not minding it at all.

"And then?

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"And then I quit and went back to the countryside, coming here to brag to you."

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

That male guest was stunned for a moment:

"Was what you just said 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 Huan Mian's story? What he tells every day is different. Yesterday he was still an unlucky guy whose engagement was broken by his fiancée because of poverty, and today he became a mortician!"

"Right, saying something about thirty years on the east side of the Sailunzuohe, thirty years on the right side of the Sailunzuohe, only knowing how to babble nonsense!" another tavern regular followed up.

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 Lu Huan 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 to the side, spread his hands toward the outsider, and smiled brightly:

"It seems she writes really well.

"Sorry, I let you misunderstand."

The man wearing the brown tweed jacket with an ordinary appearance was not 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 Huan Mian smiled.

The guest from out of town nodded:

"My name is Ryan Kesi.

"These two are my companions, Valente and Liya."

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

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with some powder on his yellow hair. His eyes, which were not very large, had a color slightly deeper than lake blue. He wore a white vest, a blue fine-wool coat, and black trousers, and had clearly been meticulously dressed before going out.

He looked quite indifferent and didn't really look 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 acting as a hat.

Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and her gaze toward Lu Huan Mian 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 Liya revealed a pretty nose and beautifully curved lips, which would definitely be considered a beauty in a countryside village like Kordu.

She wore a white unpleated cashmere tight-fitting dress, paired with a beige small jacket and a pair of Ma Xier long 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, 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 Bigeer or the capital city Telier.

Lu Huan Mian nodded to the three outsiders:

"My name is Lu Huan Mian Li, you can just call me Lu Huan Mian."

"Li?" Liya blurted out.

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

Ryan Kesi helped Liya explain:

"This surname of yours is terrifying. I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

Seeing the surrounding farmers and herdsmen looking confused, he further explained:

"Those who have come into contact with sailors and maritime merchants all know that there is such a saying circulating on the Five Seas:

"Rather encounter those Pirate Generals or even Kings than run into a person named Frank Li.

"That person's surname is also Li."

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

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

"A glass of 'Green Fairy'." Lu Huan Mian was not polite at all and sat back down.

Ryan Kesi 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 trend of Telier to have spread here." Liya on the side added with a smile.

Lu Huan Mian said "Oh":

"So people in Telier 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 can allow our spirits to obtain 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 shochu.

"Why not 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 Lu Huan Mian for telling stories every day shouted with dissatisfaction, "Outsider, I can tell, you still have doubts about the truth of that story!"

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

Without waiting for Ryan to make a decision, Lu Huan Mian 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're talking about." The middle-aged man named 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."

"Alright." Lu Huan Mian shrugged his shoulders, watching the bartender push a glass of pale green liquid in front of him.

Ryan looked at him and asked for confirmation:

"Is it okay?"

"No problem, as long as your wallet is enough to pay for these drinks." Lu Huan Mian 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 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 years old, how could he possibly go to a hospital to be a mortician? Hmm, the hospital closest to us is in Dalieji at the foot of the mountain, which takes a whole afternoon to walk to."

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

She tilted her head slightly, bringing out a jingling sound.

Pierre nodded:

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"Then, he followed Aurore's surname 'Li', and even the name 'Lu Huan Mian' was given by Aurore."

"I've forgotten what I was originally called." Lu Huan Mian took a sip of absinthe and said with a grin.

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