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 a

walk far down the road, I sit back down and enjoy

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

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

skin’s quality is hard to guarantee. Some barbecue stalls use the kind that were frozen for god knows how long. As for the one I chose, I can be quite certain of its

of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find this

bad. It’s refreshing and quenches my thirst… I’m completely engrossed in the food to the point that I even neglect

take in this assortment of

I rub my belly in

I start to have

to control myself! What

future, I can only indulge myself once a month—no, once

in a dilemma, I look up

attire that isn’t suited to proper nightlife.

the figure seems to sense my gaze. He turns

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are you

that

retreating. He seems to

look around, but I don’t see any

moment before standing up and walking towards

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

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

know when to

After a few

I turn and

wind nearly scatters his voice

I walk along the road to the crossroads, I casually

you from?

hesitates

no wonder. Which ethnic group are you from? How should I

to my side and

surname is Bai[1]. My name is

a nice name, just a little feminine,” I

match the sarcasm in my heart. I’ve already given

Lin, or Lyn

my joke and

Over here.” I quickly

are a

immediately turns around and follows me to take the right