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

watching this guy walk far down the road, I sit

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

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

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

on a piece of condiment-infused chicken skin 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

and quenches my thirst… I’m completely engrossed in the food to the point that

and an iced beverage. As I take in this assortment

nice… I rub

I start to have

control myself!

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

dilemma, I look up and see a

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

sense my gaze. He turns his head and

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k

me that

the roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He seems

I don’t

standing up and

already paid for the barbecue when the kebabs were

I

person, one has to know when to joke

a few seconds, he

I turn and

you…” The wind nearly scatters his

walk along the road to the crossroads, I casually

you from? You speak pretty

a minority.” The man hesitates for a moment

ethnic group are you from? How should I

man walks to my side and falls silent for

Bai[1].

name, just

match the sarcasm in my heart. I’ve already

Lin, or

my joke and walks forward before turning

Over here.” I quickly correct

are a

turns around and follows