"I am a loser. I hardly pay attention to whether the sun is shining or not, because I don't have time.

"My parents can't support me. I don't have a high level of education. I am alone in the city looking for the future.

"I have found many jobs, but I haven't been hired. Maybe no one likes a person who is not good at speaking, not fond of communication, and has not shown enough ability.

"I only ate two pieces of bread for three whole days. Hunger made me unable to sleep at night. Fortunately, I paid a month's rent in advance and can continue to live in that dark basement without going outside to endure the extremely cold wind in winter.

"Finally, I found a job, keeping watch in the hospital and keeping watch for the morgue.

"The night in the hospital is colder than I thought. The wall lamps in the corridor are not lit. It is very dim everywhere. I can only rely on the little light that penetrates from the room to help me see my feet.

"The smell there is terrible. From time to time, dead bodies are sent in body bags, and we help them move into the morgue.

"This is not a good job, but at least it allows me to buy bread, and I can use my free time at night to study. After all, no one wants to come to the morgue unless there are bodies that need to be sent or transported away for incineration. Of course, I don't have enough money to buy books, and I don't see any hope of saving money at the moment.

"I have to thank my former colleague. If he hadn't resigned suddenly, I might not even be able to get such a job.

"I dream of taking turns to be in charge during the day. Now I always sleep when the sun comes out and get up when the night comes, which makes my body a little weak, and my head occasionally throbs.

"One day, the movers brought a new body.

"I heard from others that this is my former colleague who suddenly resigned.

"I was a little curious about him. After everyone left, I pulled out the cabinet and quietly opened the body bag.

"He was an old man with a blue and white face and wrinkles everywhere. He looked scary under the very dim light.

"He didn't have much hair, most of it was white, and all his clothes were taken off, leaving him with no cloth.

"For a dead person like this who had no family, the movers would definitely not miss the opportunity to make extra money.

"I saw a strange mark on his chest, blue-black, and I couldn't describe it specifically because the light was too dim at the time.

"I reached out and touched the mark, nothing special.

"Looking at this former colleague, I wondered if I would be like him when I got old if I kept doing this...

"I told him that I would accompany him to the crematorium tomorrow and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery, so that those responsible for these things would not find it troublesome and just find a river or a wasteland to throw them away.

"This will cost me a morning's sleep, but fortunately, it's Sunday soon, so I can make up for it."

"After saying that, I prepared the body bag and stuffed it back into the cabinet.

"The light in the room seemed to be dimmer...

"After that day, every time I went to sleep, I would always dream of a thick fog.

"I had a premonition that something would happen soon, and that sooner or later something that I didn't know if I could call a human would come to me, but no one was willing to believe me. They thought that I was mentally unstable in that environment and in that kind of work, and I needed to see a doctor..."

A male guest sitting at the bar looked at the narrator who suddenly stopped:

"Then what?"

The male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, with his hair pressed flat, and a simple dark round hat at hand.

He looked ordinary, like most people in the tavern, with black hair and light blue eyes, not good-looking, not ugly, and lacking obvious features.

The narrator in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, with a tall figure and slender limbs. He also had short black hair and light blue eyes, but his facial features were deep and eye-catching.

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

"Then?

"Then I will resign and return to the countryside, and come here to brag to you."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, with a slightly mischievous smile.

The male guest was stunned for a moment:

"What you just said was bragging?"

"Haha." A burst of laughter broke out around the bar.

The laughter stopped for a while, and a thin middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guest and said:

"Stranger, you actually believe Lumian's story, he tells a different story every day, yesterday he was still a poor guy whose fiancée broke off the engagement because of poverty, and today he has become a corpse keeper! "

"Yes, what about thirty years on the east side of the Serenzo River, and thirty years on the right side of the Serenzo River? It's just nonsense!" said another tavern regular.

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

The black-haired young man named Lumian supported the bar with both hands, slowly stood up, and said with a smile:

"You know, this is not a story I made up, it's all written by my sister. She likes writing stories the most, and she is also a columnist for "Novel Weekly". "

After speaking, he turned his body, spread his hands to the foreign guest, and smiled brightly:

"It seems that she writes really well.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

The ordinary-looking man in a brown tweed jacket was not angry, and stood up and responded with a smile:

"It's a very interesting story.

"What's your name?"

"Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking others? "Lumian said with a smile.

The guest from the outside nodded:

"My name is Ryan Coss.

"These two are my companions, Valentine and Leah."

The latter sentence refers to a man and a woman sitting next to him.

The man was about 27 or 28 years old, with a little powder on his yellow hair, and his not-so-big eyes were a little darker than the lake blue. He wore a white vest, a blue tweed jacket and black trousers, and he had obviously dressed up carefully before going out.

He looked quite indifferent, and didn't look at the farmers and herdsmen around him.

The woman looked younger than the two men, with long light gray hair tied into a complicated bun, and a white veil as a hat.

Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and she looked at Lumian with an undisguised smile, and seemed to find what had just happened interesting.

Under the lighting of the gas wall lamps in the tavern, the woman named Leah showed off her pretty nose and beautiful lips. She was definitely a beauty in a country village like Cordu.

She wore a white pleatless cashmere tight skirt, a small off-white jacket and a pair of Marsil boots. Two small silver bells were tied to her veil and boots. When she walked into the tavern just now, she jingled all the way, which was very eye-catching and made many men stare at her.

In their eyes, this was a fashionable dress that could only be seen in big cities like the provincial capital Bigorre and the capital Trier.

Lumian nodded to the three strangers:

"My name is Lumian Li, you can just call me Lumian."

"Li?" Leah blurted out.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem with my last name?" Lumian asked curiously.

Ryan Koss helped Leah explain:

"Your last name is scary. I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

Seeing the puzzled faces of the farmers and herdsmen around him, he further explained:

"Everyone who has come into contact with sailors and sea merchants knows that there is a saying circulating on the five seas:

"It is better to encounter those pirate generals or even kings than to meet a man named Frank Lee.

"That person's last name is also Lee."

"Is he scary?" Lumian asked.

Ryan shook his head:

"I don't know, but since there is such a legend, it must be good."

He stopped the topic and said to Lumian:

"Thank you for your story. It deserves a glass of wine. What do you want?"

"A glass of 'Green Fairy'." Lumian was not polite at all and sat down again.

Ryan Koss 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 wine may cause mental disorder and hallucinations."

"I didn't expect that the trend in Trier has spread here." Leah next to him smiled and added.

"Oh", Lumian said:

"It turns out that people in Trier also like to drink 'Green Fairy'...

"For us, life is hard enough. There is no need to care about a little more harm. This kind of wine can make our spirits more relaxed."

"Okay." Ryan sat back in his seat and looked at the bartender, "One glass of 'Green Fairy', and give me a glass of 'Spicy Heart'."

"Spicy Heart" is a famous fruit liquor.

"Why don't you give me a glass of 'Green Fairy'? I told you the truth just now, and I can tell you the whole story of this kid!" The thin middle-aged man who first exposed Lumian's daily storytelling shouted dissatisfiedly, "Stranger, I can see that you still doubt the truth of that story!"

"Pierre, you can do anything to get a free drink!" Lumian responded loudly.

Without waiting for Ryan to make a decision, Lumian added:

"Why can't I tell it myself, so that I can have an extra glass of 'Green Fairy'?"

"Because they don't know whether they should believe what you said." The middle-aged man named Pierre smiled proudly, "Your sister's favorite story to tell children is 'The Wolf is Coming', and people who always lie will inevitably lose their credibility."

"Okay." Lumian shrugged his shoulders and watched the bartender push a glass of light 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." Lumian didn't care.

"Then have another glass of 'Green Fairy'." Ryan nodded.

Pierre smiled immediately:

"Generous stranger, this kid is the most 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 never left again. Think about it, before that, he was only thirteen years old, how could he go to the hospital to be a corpse guard? Well, the nearest hospital to us is in Darriege at the foot of the mountain, and it takes a whole afternoon to walk there. "

"Bring it back to the village? "Liya asked sharply.

She tilted her head slightly, making a tinkling sound.

Pierre nodded:

"Aurore moved here six years ago. A year later, she went out and brought this kid back. She said she found him on the road. He was a street kid who was starving to death, so she planned to adopt him.

"Then, he took Aurore's surname 'Li', and even his name 'Lumian' was given by Aurore."

"I have forgotten what it was originally called." Lumian drank a sip of absinthe and said with a smile.

It seems that he is not at all inferior or ashamed of his past being revealed like this.