Lord of the Mysteries

Looking at the young man with bright red eyes, I snap to my senses. The first thought I have is:

What a waste of a handsome face!

After two seconds, I become somewhat worried.

Is this guy mentally challenged, or just simply mental?

Is he the type of person who easily loses his way to the point that a missing report pamphlet is handed out the very next day?

No, he answered me very fluently just now. He looks fine on the surface… Perhaps he’s just bad with directions? Woah! How can someone like this be allowed outside the house on their own? I hesitate for a moment before asking, “Do you have your family’s number? Do you need to give them a call?”

The man’s expression instantly turns extremely ugly, giving off the feeling that he wants to bury his head in the ground.

“There’s no need!” he answers firmly. “It was just a mistake. A mistake. I wasn’t focused, as I was thinking about other problems.”

“There’s no need to explain,” I immediately respond.

Trying to explain it just shows your attempts to hide things… I add inwardly.

Following that, I stand up, turn around, and point at the end of the road.

“Follow this path to the crossroads, then turn right, understand? Turn right.”

I move my right arm as I face the same direction as him.

The man gloomily says, “I’m not a juvenile.

“I’ll concentrate this time. There definitely won’t be a problem!”

I ignore his emphasis and instead remind him, “If you encounter any more accidents, you can look for the police.”

I originally wanted to mischievously say “Mr. Policeman,” but since he has already said that he isn’t a juvenile, I’ll just forget about it.

However, is this guy living in some stage play? His choice of words are quite literal!

Juvenile?

Using the term “primary school student” would be more down-to-earth!

The man falls silent for two seconds before taking a deep breath.

“Thank you.”

welcome.” I suppress my urge to make

road,

meat kebabs have to have fat in order to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to be marinated. Otherwise,

the type of food that can

is hard to guarantee. Some barbecue stalls use the kind that were frozen for

of condiment-infused chicken skin that’s been coated with grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find this summer evening simply wonderful in a way that cannot

bad. It’s refreshing and quenches my thirst… I’m completely engrossed

an iced beverage. As I take in this assortment of delicacies, the food in

nice… I rub my belly

next second, I

I have to control myself!

can only indulge myself once

a dilemma, I

isn’t suited to proper nightlife. He has two bright red

the same time, the figure seems to sense my gaze. He turns his head and casts his gaze

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are

tell me that you got

neither advancing nor retreating. He seems to be embroiled in

around, but I

a moment before standing up

barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the lady

don’t I take you there?” I don’t mention

know when to joke and when not

a few

I

you…” The wind nearly scatters his voice from

I walk along the road

you from? You speak

a minority.” The man hesitates for a moment

ethnic group are you from? How should I address you?” I’m

my side and falls silent

is Bai[1]. My

just

definitely doesn’t match the sarcasm in my heart. I’ve already given Bai Ailin a feminine

Lin, or Lyn

my joke and walks forward before

That’s wrong. Over here.”

are a primary school

around and follows