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.”

I suppress my urge to make a

far down the road, I

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

this aspect, chicken skin is definitely the type of food that can take up the challenge. In

use the kind that were frozen for god knows how long.

piece 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

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

I take in this assortment of delicacies, the food in

I rub

next second, I start to

have to control myself! What if I get

can only indulge

dilemma, I look up

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

seems to sense my gaze. He turns his head and casts

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k are you

me that

stands by the roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He seems to be embroiled in an intense inner

I look around, but I don’t see any patrolling

for a moment before standing up and walking

kebabs were delivered, so the lady boss doesn’t stop me

take you there?” I don’t mention the fact that

a person, one has to know when

expression changes. After a few seconds, he whispers,

go.” I turn

you…” The wind nearly

walk along the road to the

from? You speak pretty good

a minority.” The man hesitates for a

are you from? How

to my side and falls silent

surname is Bai[1]. My name

just a little

the sarcasm in my heart. I’ve

or

and walks forward before

Over here.” I quickly correct

are a primary

Ailin immediately turns around and follows me to take the right