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.”

my urge to make a

the road, I sit back

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

the type of food that can take up the challenge. In my heart, it’s

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 one I

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

I’m completely engrossed in the food to the point that I even neglect

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

I rub

next second, I start

have to control myself! What if

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

a dilemma, I look up

to proper nightlife.

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

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are

that you got

by the roadside, neither advancing nor retreating.

but I don’t see any patrolling

for a moment before standing up and

already paid for the barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the lady boss doesn’t stop me

I take you there?” I don’t mention

one has to know when to joke and when not

a few seconds, he whispers,

I turn and

wind nearly scatters

the road

are you from? You

minority.” The man hesitates

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

man walks to my side and falls silent for a moment before

Bai[1]. My name is

name, just

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

or

Ailin ignores my joke and

Wrong. That’s wrong. Over here.”

are a primary

turns around and follows me to