Chapter 2: Outsider "I'm a loser who hardly pays attention to whether the sun is shining or not because there is no time. "My parents couldn't support me, I didn't have a high degree of education, and I was alone in the city looking for a future. "I've looked for a lot of jobs, but I can't get hired, probably because no one likes someone who isn't good at talking, doesn't like to communicate, and doesn't show enough ability. “I only ate two pieces of bread for three whole days. Hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I paid a month’s rent in advance, so I could continue to live in that dark basement and didn’t have to go outside to endure the unusually cold wind in winter. "Finally, I got a job doing night vigils in hospitals, vigils for mortuaries. "The night in the hospital was colder than I imagined. The wall lamps in the corridor were not lit, and it was very dark everywhere. I could only rely on the little light seeping out of the room to help me see my feet. "The smell there was terrible, and from time to time the dead were sent in body bags, and we cooperated to help him move into the morgue. "It's not a very 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 mortuary unless there is a body that needs to be sent or transported away to be burned. Of course, I don't have enough money to buy books yet, and I don't see any hope of saving money yet. "I have to thank my former colleague, if it wasn't for his sudden departure, I might not even have gotten a job like this.
"I dreamed of being able to rotate the day, now I always go to bed when the sun comes out and wake up at night, which makes my body a little weak and my head throbbing every now and then. "One day the movers brought in a new body. "I heard from others that this is my former colleague who left suddenly. "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 pale, blue face, wrinkled all over the place, and looked very frightening in the very dim light. "His hair was not much, most of it was white, and all his clothes were taken off, not even a piece of fabric was left for him. “For deceased people like this who have no family, the movers will definitely not miss the opportunity to make extra money. "I saw a strange mark on his chest, blue and black, I can't describe the specific appearance, the light at that time was too dim. "I reached out and touched the mark, nothing special. "Looking at this former colleague, I was thinking, if I continue like this, when I get old, will I be like him... "I told him that tomorrow I would accompany him to the crematorium and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery, lest those who are in charge of these things find it troublesome to find a river or a wasteland and throw them away. "It will cost me a morning's sleep, but fortunately, it will be Sunday soon, and I can make up for it. "After saying that, I fixed the body bag and put it back in the locker. "The lights in the room seem to be getting dimmer... "After that day, every time I went to bed, I always dreamed of a big fog. "I had a premonition that something would happen in the near future. I had a premonition that sooner or later something that could be called a human would come to me, but no one would believe me. They felt that my spirit had changed in such an environment and at such a job. It's not normal, you need to see a doctor..." A male customer sitting in front of the bar looked at the narrator who suddenly stopped: "and then?" The male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, with his hair flattened and a simple dark round hat on hand. He looked ordinary, like most of the people in the tavern, with black hair and light blue eyes, not good-looking or ugly, lacking obvious features.
And the narrator in his eyes is a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and straight, with slender limbs, short black hair, light blue eyes, but profound facial features, which can make people's eyes shine. The young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him, sighed and said: "Then? "Then I'll quit my job and go back to the countryside, and come here to brag to you." As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, with a narrow smile. The male guest froze for a moment: "Are you bragging about what you just said?" "Haha." There was a burst of laughter around the bar. The laughter stopped for a while, and a thin middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guest and said: "Outlander, you actually believe Lumian's story. He tells a different story every day. Yesterday he was an unlucky guy whose engagement was broken off by his fiancée because of poverty, but today he has become a corpse keeper!" "Yes, talking about thirty years on the east side of the Serenzo River and thirty years on the right side of the Serenzo River is just nonsense!" Another tavern regular followed. They were all peasants from the large village of Kordu, and wore jackets of black, gray, or brown. The black-haired young man named Lumian supported the bar with his hands, stood up slowly, and said with a smile: "As you know, this isn't a story I made up. It's all written by my sister. She likes writing stories the most, and she's a columnist for the "Fiction Weekly"." After finishing speaking, he turned his body sideways, spread his hands to the foreign guest, and said with a bright smile: “It seems that she writes really well. "Sorry, you misunderstood." The ordinary-looking man in a brown tweed jacket was not angry. He stood up and responded with a smile: "Very interesting story. "What do you call it?" "Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking others?" Lumian laughed. The foreign guest nodded: "My name is Ryan Koss. "These two are my companions Valentine and Lia." The latter sentence refers to a man and a woman sitting next to them. The man is in his mid-twenties, has yellow hair with a little powder on it, and his not-so-large eyes are a darker color than lake blue. He is wearing a white vest, a blue tweed jacket and black trousers. He is obviously confused before going out. Get dressed up. His expression was quite indifferent, and he didn't pay much attention to the farmers and herdsmen around him. The woman looked younger than the two men, her long light gray hair was tied into a complicated bun, and she wore a white veil as a hat. Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and she looked at Lumian with an undisguised smile, as if she was only interested in what happened just now. Under the light of the gas wall lamp in the tavern, this woman named Liya showed a pretty nose and beautifully curved lips. She is definitely a beauty in a country like Kordu Village. She was wearing a white non-pleated cashmere tight skirt, a small beige coat, and a pair of Marcell boots. There were two small silver bells tied to the veil and the boots respectively. When she walked into the tavern just now, she was jingling all the way. It is very eye-catching and makes many men look straight. In their eyes, this must be a fashionable dress that can only be found in big cities such as the provincial capital Vigor and the capital Trier.
Lumian nodded to the three strangers: "My name is Lumian Lee, you can call me Lumian directly." "Li?" Leah blurted out. "What's the matter, is there something wrong with my last name?" Lumian asked curiously. Ryan Kos explained to Liya: "Your surname is scary. I almost couldn't control my voice just now." Seeing the puzzled faces of the surrounding farmers and herdsmen, he further explained: "Anyone who has been in contact with sailors and sea merchants knows that there is a saying on the five seas: "I would rather encounter those pirate generals and even kings than meet a man named Frank Lee. "That person's surname is also Li." "Is he scary?" Lumian asked. Ryan shook his head: "I don't know, but since there are such legends, it must not be bad." He stopped this topic and said to Lumian: "Thank you for your story, it deserves a drink, what do you want?" "A glass of 'Green Fairy'." Lumian was not polite at all, and sat down again. Ryan Coss 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 may cause insanity and make you hallucinate." "I didn't expect Trier's trend to spread here." Liya next to him added with a smile. Lumian said "Oh": "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 damage, this wine can make our spirit more relaxed." "Okay." Ryan sat back and looked at the bartender, "One cup of 'Green Fairy' and another cup of 'Spicy Heart' for me." "Spicy heart mouth" is a famous fruit shochu. "Why don't you give me a glass of 'Green Fairy' too? I just told you the truth, and I can tell you everything about this kid!" The thin middle-aged man who first exposed Lumian's daily story shouted in dissatisfaction, "Stranger, I can see that you still doubt the truth of that story!" "Pierre, you can do anything for a free glass of wine!" Lumian responded loudly. Before Ryan could make a decision, Lumian added: "Why can't I say it myself, so 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 'Wolf is coming', she is always a liar Definitely lose credit." "Okay." Lumian shrugged and watched the bartender push a glass of light green wine in front of him.
Ryan looked at him and asked: "May I?" "No problem, as long as your wallet is enough to pay for the wine." Lumian didn't care. "Then have another cup of Green Fairy." Ryan nodded. Pierre suddenly smiled: "Generous foreigner, 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 has never left since. Think about it, he was only thirteen years old before that. How could he have worked as a corpse keeper in a hospital? Well, the nearest hospital to us is in Darriege at the foot of the mountain. It takes a whole afternoon to walk there." "Bring it back to the village?" Liya asked sharply. She turned 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 street. He was a homeless child who was almost starving to death, so she planned to adopt him. "Then, he took the surname 'Li' from Aurora, and even the name 'Lumian' was also taken by Aurora." "I forgot what it was originally called." Lumian said with a smile after taking a sip of absinthe. It seemed that he was not at all inferior or ashamed of his past being exposed like this. PS: Today is Xiao Ke’s birthday. I hope he will like this gift. Haha. (End of this chapter)