Chapter 732: The Corpse Keeper

"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 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 nights at the hospital 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 terrible. From time to time, the deceased would be stuffed into body bags and sent over, and we would work together 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 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 he hadn't suddenly quit, 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 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 scrap of fabric.

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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 just too dim.

"I reached out and touched the 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 responsible for these things wouldn't find it troublesome and just throw them in some river or wasteland.

"This will sacrifice one morning of my sleep, but fortunately, it's almost Sunday, so I can make up for it.

"After saying that, I fixed the body bag and shoved it back into the cabinet.

"The light in the room seemed even dimmer..."

"Since 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, 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 a bit abnormal and I need to see a doctor..."

A male guest sitting at 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 was pressed very flat, and there was a simple dark bowler hat beside his hand.

He looked ordinary, just like most people in the tavern: black hair, light blue eyes, not good-looking, but 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 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, 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 what 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 Lu Huan Mian's story? What he says is different every day. Yesterday he was a loser whose engagement was broken by his fiancée because of poverty, and today he's become a corpse keeper!"

"Right, talking about thirty years on the east side of the Sailunzuohe River, thirty years on the right side of the Sailunzuohe River, he only knows how to talk nonsense!" another tavern regular added.

They were all farmers from this large village of Gecheng, wearing short jackets that were black, gray, or brown.

The black-haired young man called Lu Huan Mian supported himself 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 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.

"I'm sorry for misleading you."

The man in 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 about others?" Lu Huan Mian laughed.

The guest from out of town nodded:

"My name is Ryan Kesi.

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

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

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

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

The woman looked younger than the two men. Her long light gray hair was tied into a complex bun, and she wore a white veil as a hat.

Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and her gaze toward Lu Huan 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 Liya revealed a pretty nose and beautifully curved lips. In a countryside like Gecheng, 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 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 and made many men stare blankly.

In their eyes, this must be the kind of fashionable dress only found in big cities like the provincial capital Bigeer or the capital city of Tiri'er.

Lu Huan Mian nodded to the three outsiders:

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

"Li?" Liya blurted out.

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

Ryan Kesi helped Liya 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 sea merchants knows 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 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 wasn't 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 Tiri'er to have already spread here." Liya, who was beside him, added with a smile.

Lu Huan Mian said "Oh":

"So people in Tiri'er 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 get 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 don't you 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 that Lu Huan Mian was telling stories every day shouted with 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 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 most is 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'. People who always lie will inevitably lose their credibility."

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

Ryan looked at him and asked for his opinion:

"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 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 corpse keeper? Hmm, the nearest hospital to us is in Dalie'er at the foot of the mountain, which takes a whole afternoon to walk to."

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

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

Pierre nodded:

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"Then, he followed Aurore and took the 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 wasn't the least bit inferior or ashamed that his past was being exposed like this.