Chapter: 2031
"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 have a premonition that something will happen in the near future. I have a premonition that sooner or later something that I don't know if it can be called a human will come to me, but no one wants to believe me. I feel that my spirit has changed in such an environment and work. 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:
"Then what?"
The male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, with flat-pressed hair and a simple dark bowler hat.
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?
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"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 fianc�e because of poverty, but today he has become a corpse keeper!"
"That's right, what are you talking about, thirty years on the east side of the Serenzo River, and thirty years on the right side of the Serenzo River, all you know is 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.
"I'm sorry to have misunderstood you."
The ordinary-looking man in a brown tweed jacket was not angry. He stood up and responded with a smile:
"Very interesting story.
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"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 have a premonition that something will happen in the near future. I have a premonition that sooner or later something that I don't know if it can be called a human will come to me, but no one wants to believe me. I feel that my spirit has changed in such an environment and work. 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:
"Then what?"
The male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, with flat-pressed hair and a simple dark bowler hat.
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?
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"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 fianc�e because of poverty, but today he has become a corpse keeper!"
"That's right, what are you talking about, thirty years on the east side of the Serenzo River, and thirty years on the right side of the Serenzo River, all you know is 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.
"I'm sorry to have misunderstood you."
The ordinary-looking man in a brown tweed jacket was not angry. He stood up and responded with a smile:
"Very interesting story.
"What's the name?" JrNovels.com
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