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

watching this guy walk far down the road, I sit

kebabs have to have fat in order to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to be marinated. Otherwise, it would definitely be

of food that can take up the challenge. In my heart,

stalls use the kind that were frozen for god knows how long. As for the one I chose, I can be quite

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

my thirst… I’m completely engrossed in the food

As I take in this assortment of delicacies,

I rub my belly in

second, I start to have

myself! What

indulge myself once

I look up and see a

that isn’t suited to proper

at the same time, the figure seems to sense my gaze. He turns his

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are

tell me that

retreating. He seems to be embroiled

look around, but I don’t see

standing up

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

I don’t mention the fact that

person, one has to know when to joke

man’s expression changes. After a few

I

The wind nearly scatters his

walk along the road to the crossroads,

are you from? You speak

The man hesitates for a moment before

are you from? How should I address you?”

walks to my side and falls silent for

surname is Bai[1]. My name is

name, just a little feminine,” I

a superficial joke like this definitely doesn’t match the sarcasm in my heart. I’ve already given Bai Ailin

or

my joke and walks forward before

Wrong. That’s wrong. Over

are a

and follows me to take the right