anded, especially looking down on us desk jockeys."Yang Bin said unconcernedly."Well, actually, I used to be in the Action Team before. It's just that my combat skills were too low, so I was only good...I am a failure, and I hardly notice whether the sun is shining or not because I don't have time.

"My parents cannot provide me with support, and my education level is not high. I am alone in the city, searching for the future."

I applied for many jobs, but none of them worked out. Maybe no one likes someone who isn't good at speaking, doesn't like to socialize, and hasn't shown enough ability.

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“I went three whole days eating only two pieces of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night, but luckily, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could still stay in that dark basement and avoid the unusually harsh winter winds outside.”

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

The hospital at night was colder than I imagined. The corridor lights were not on, making everything dim. I could only see my feet by the faint light coming from inside the rooms.

The smell there was awful, and every so often, we'd get a body stuffed into a body bag being brought in. We'd help carry them into the morgue.

“This isn't a great job, but at least it lets me afford bread. I can also use my free time at night to study. After all, not many people want to come to the morgue unless there's a body to be delivered or taken away for cremation. Of course, I don't have enough money to buy books right now, and I can't see any hope of saving up.”

I have to thank my former colleague. If he hadn't left suddenly, I might not have even gotten this job.

I dream of being able to rotate my responsibilities with the day, now always sleeping when the sun comes out and waking up when night falls. This has made my body a little weak, and my head occasionally aches.

One day, the movers brought in a new corpse.

"According to others, this is my former colleague who suddenly quit."

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, his face pale and sallow with wrinkles all over it. Under the very dim lighting, he looked quite frightening.

His hair was thinning, mostly white. He was completely naked, not even a shred of cloth left on him.

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"I saw a strange mark on his chest, bluish-black. I couldn't describe its shape exactly because the lighting was too dim at the time."

I reached out and touched the mark. It was nothing special.

Looking at this former colleague of mine, I was thinking, if I keep going like this, when I get old, will I be just like him

"I told him that I would accompany him to the crematorium tomorrow, and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery. That way, those responsible for these matters wouldn't have to bother and just throw them away in some random river or wasteland."

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

After saying that, I got the body bag ready and put it back in the closet.

The light in the room seemed to have dimmed...

After that day, every time I slept, I would always dream of a thick fog.

“I have a feeling that something is going to happen soon. I feel like something, I don't know if you can even call it human, will come looking for me eventually. But no one believes me. They think that in this environment, doing this kind of work, my mind has become unstable and I need to see a doctor...”

A male patron seated at the bar turned to face the speaker who had suddenly stopped mid-sentence:

And then what

This male guest is in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers. His hair is combed flat, and he has a simple dark round bowler hat in his hand.

He looked ordinary, much like most of the people in the tavern. He had black hair, light blue eyes, and was neither unattractive nor handsome; he simply lacked any striking features.

And in his eyes, the narrator was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man with a tall and slender figure, short black hair, sky-blue eyes, but his features were deep and striking, able to make one's eyes light up.

This young man looked at the empty wine glass before him, and sighed.

Then

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Then I quit my job and went back to the countryside to bull** with you.

As he spoke, a smile spread across his face, one that held a hint of slyness.

The male guest was taken aback.

"What you just said was bragging, wasn't it"

"Haha." A burst of laughter erupted around the bar.

After a brief pause in the laughter, a thin middle-aged man looked at the somewhat embarrassed guests and said:

"You, a stranger, would believe Lumian's stories He tells different ones every day. Yesterday he was a poor wretch whose fiancée broke off the engagement. Today, he's a mortician!"

"Yes, saying thirty years on the east bank of the Serenzo River and thirty years on the west bank is just gibberish!" another regular at the tavern chimed in.

They are all farmers from the large village of Kordu, wearing short tops that are either black, gray, or brown.

The young man with black hair, called Lu Mian, used both hands to prop himself up on the bar counter and slowly stood up, saying with a smirk:

As you know, this isn't a story I made up. It was written by my sister. She loves writing stories and is even a columnist for "Novel Weekly."

Having finished speaking, he leaned over and gestured to the visitor with a broad smile.

"It seems like she writes really well. Star Wen Reading app

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"I'm sorry, I misunderstood."

The ordinary-looking man in a brown tweed jacket didn't get angry. He stood up, following her, and smiled back.

What's your name

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

The visitor from out of town nodded.

My name is Ryan Costi.

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

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He was in his late twenties, with yellow hair touched with powder. His eyes, not particularly large, were a shade deeper than lake blue. He wore a white waistcoat, a navy tweed jacket and black trousers. It was clear he had made a special effort to dress up before going out.

He looked quite cold and indifferent, not really paying attention to the surrounding farmers and herdsmen.

The woman appeared younger than the two men. She had long, light gray hair styled in a complicated bun, topped with a white cloth like a hat.

Her eyes, the same color as her hair, gazed at Lumain with an undisguised smile. She seemed to find what had just happened amusing.

Under the illumination of a gas lamp in the tavern, this woman named Lyra revealed a rather pretty nose and lips of graceful curvature. In a rural village like Colordu, she would be considered quite beautiful.

She was wearing a white, wrinkle-free cashmere bodycon dress, paired with a beige short jacket and a pair of Maserati knee-high boots. Both the veil and the boots had two small silver bells attached to them, jingling as she walked into the bar just now, attracting a lot of attention. Many men couldn't help but stare.

In their eyes, this must be the fashionable attire only found in provincial governments, surpassing even big cities like Gol and the capital, Trellill.

Lumián nodded at the three strangers.

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

"Li" Leah blurted out.

"What's wrong Is there something about my last name" Lumian asked curiously.

Ryan Costeaux explained:

Your last name is intimidating, I almost lost control of my voice just now. the rope, the fruit knife, the ashtray, the vase, the golf club - all the weapons he had used on others were now turning against him. He was strangled, choked, stabbed... over and over again, in diff...