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

down the road, I sit back down and enjoy the

be delicious. Otherwise, they

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

frozen for

condiment-infused chicken skin that’s been coated with grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling

beer isn’t bad. It’s refreshing and quenches my thirst… I’m completely engrossed in the food to the point that I even neglect

I take in

I rub my belly in

the next second, I start to have

have to control myself! What if I get

only indulge myself once a month—no, once

I’m in a dilemma, I look up

three-piece attire that isn’t suited to proper nightlife.

same time, the figure seems to sense my

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are

tell me that

roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He seems to be embroiled in an intense

look around, but I don’t see any patrolling

a moment before standing up and walking towards the

already paid for the barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the lady boss

I don’t mention the

one has to know when to

expression changes. After a few seconds, he whispers,

I

The wind nearly scatters his

along the road to the crossroads,

country are you from? You

man hesitates for a moment before

Which ethnic group are you from? How should I

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

Bai[1]. My

a nice name, just

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

or

Ailin ignores my joke and walks forward before

That’s wrong. Over here.” I quickly

really are a

around and follows me to take the