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

down the road, I sit back down

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

food that can take up the challenge. In my heart, it’s better than pork

the chicken skin’s quality is hard to guarantee. Some barbecue stalls use the kind that were frozen for god knows how long. As for the

of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find this summer evening simply wonderful in

completely engrossed in the food to

As I take in this assortment of delicacies, the food in front

nice… I rub my

I start to

myself! What if

indulge myself once a month—no,

I look up and see a

to proper nightlife. He

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

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are

me that you got

man stands by the roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He seems

look around, but I don’t see any

before standing up and

the kebabs were delivered, so

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

one has to know when to joke and when not

expression changes. After a few

go.” I

wind nearly scatters his voice

the road

are you from? You speak pretty good

man hesitates for a moment before

group are you from? How should I address you?”

walks to my side and falls silent for a moment before

is Bai[1]. My name is

name, just a little feminine,” I

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

or

ignores my joke and walks

Wrong. That’s wrong. Over here.” I quickly correct

are a

Ailin immediately turns around and follows me to take