Chapter 425: There's one more person who wants to be my sister-in-law!

Sunday morning at 9:00 AM, on a small path in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo.

Two young girls dressed in cool, fashionable outfits were slowly walking along the tree-shaded path. Judging by their direction, it was a detached small villa surrounded by green bamboo next to the park.

"Tsuruko-chan, I..."

"I am a loser. I hardly ever notice whether the sun is shining or not, because I have no time.

"My parents couldn't provide me with support, my educational background 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 talking, doesn't love socializing, 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 to live in that dark basement without having to go outside to endure the abnormally 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 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 sent over or transported away for cremation. Of course, I don't have enough money to buy books yet, and currently, I don't see any hope of saving money.

"I have to thank my predecessor. 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 wake up after night falls, which has made my body a bit weak, and my head occasionally throbs with pain.

"One day, the porter sent over a new corpse.

"I heard from others that 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. Under the very dim light, he looked very frightening.

"He didn't have much hair, most of it was white, and his clothes had all 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 the exact shape; the light at the time was truly 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 said to 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 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..."

"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, something that I don't know if it can be called human will come looking for 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 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 round hat by his side.

He looked ordinary, just like most people in the tavern: black hair, light blue eyes, neither good-looking nor 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, 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 my job and went back to the countryside to come here and 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 Lu Mian's story? He tells a different one every day. Yesterday he was a loser whose engagement was broken by his fiancée because of poverty, and today he's become a morgue keeper!"

"Right, saying things like thirty years on the east side of the Sarenzo River, thirty years on the right side of the Sarenzo River—he only knows how to babble nonsense!" another tavern regular added.

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

The black-haired young man called Lu Mian leaned 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 finishing, he turned his body to the side, spread his hands toward the outsider, and smiled brightly:

"It seems she writes really well.

"Sorry for misleading you."

That 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 others?" Lu Mian laughed.

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, his yellow hair dusted with powder, his not-so-large eyes a color a bit deeper than lake blue. He was wearing a white vest, a blue fine-wool coat, and black trousers, clearly having dressed up carefully before going out.

He had a rather cold expression and didn't really look at the surrounding farmers and herdsmen.

The woman looked younger than the two men, her 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 pert 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-fitting dress, paired with a beige small coat and a pair of Massier 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 went 'ding-a-ling' all the way, which was very eye-catching, making many men stare blankly.

In their eyes, this must be the kind of fashionable attire only found in big cities like the provincial capital Bigo or the capital Trier.

Lu Mian nodded to the three outsiders:

"My name is Lu Mian Lee. You can just call me Lu Mian."

"Lee?" Leah blurted out.

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

Ryan Cos helped Leah explain:

"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 sea merchants all know that there is a saying circulating on the Five Seas:

"Rather encounter those pirate generals or even kings than run into someone named Frank Lee.

"That person's surname is also Lee."

"Is he very scary?" Lu 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 Mian:

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

"A glass of 'Green Fairy'." Lu Mian wasn't polite 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." Leah added with a smile from the side.

Lu Mian said "Oh":

"So Trier people 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 let our spirits gain 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 even tell you the whole story about this kid!" the thin middle-aged man who had first exposed Lu Mian for telling stories every day shouted with dissatisfaction, "Outsider, I can tell that you are still suspicious about whether that story is true or false!"

"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 I tell it myself? That way I can drink another glass of 'Green Fairy'?"

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

"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 glass of 'Green Fairy'." Ryan nodded.

Pierre was immediately 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 morgue keeper? 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?" Leah asked keenly.

She tilted her head slightly, producing a 'ding-a-ling' sound.

Pierre nodded:

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

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

It seemed that he wasn't the least bit inferior or ashamed about his past being exposed like this. ===== CHAPTER 426 =====