Spirit Walker

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] "I saw a strange mark on his chest, blue and black, I can't describe the specific appearance, the light at that time was too dim.

"My parents couldn't support me, I didn't have a high degree of education, and I was alone in the city looking for a future.

"I heard from others that this is my former colleague who left suddenly.

"I only ate two loaves of bread for three whole days. I was so hungry that I couldn't sleep at night. Fortunately, I paid a month's rent in advance and could continue to live in that dark basement without having to go outside to endure the hardships of winter." Unusually cold wind.

"One day the movers brought in a new body.

They were all peasants from the large village of Kordu, and wore jackets of black, gray, or brown.

"I reached out and touched the mark, nothing special.

A male customer sitting in front of the bar looked at the narrator who suddenly stopped:

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"After saying that, I fixed the body bag and put it back in the locker.

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"I was a little curious about him. After everyone left, I pulled out the cabinet and quietly opened the body bag.

"I'm a loser who hardly pays attention to whether the sun is shining or not because there is no time.

"Then I'll quit my job and go back to the countryside, and come here to brag to you."

"I told him that tomorrow I would accompany him to the crematorium and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery, lest those who are in charge of these things find it troublesome to find a river and find a wasteland and throw them away.

And the narrator in his eyes is a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, tall and straight, with slender limbs, short black hair, light blue eyes, but profound facial features, which can make people's eyes shine.

"Outlander, you actually believe Lumian's story. He tells a different story every day. Yesterday he was an unlucky guy whose engagement was broken off by his fiancée because of poverty, but today he has become a corpse keeper!"

"It's not a very good job, but at least it allows me to buy bread, and I can use my free time at night to study. After all, no one wants to come to the morgue unless there is a body that needs to be sent or transported away to be burned. , of course, I don't have enough money to buy books yet, and I don't see any hope of saving money at the moment.

The laughter stopped for a while, and a thin middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guest and said:

"I've looked for a lot of jobs and I can't get hired, probably because no one likes someone who isn't good at talking, doesn't like to communicate, and doesn't show enough ability.

The male guest froze for a moment:

"I had a premonition that something would happen in the near future. I had a premonition that sooner or later something that could be called a human would come to me, but no one would believe me. They felt that my spirit had changed in such an environment and at such a job. It's not normal, you need to see a doctor..."

"After that day, every time I went to bed, I always dreamed of a big fog.

The black-haired young man named Lumian supported the bar with his hands, stood up slowly, and said with a smile:

The male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, with flat-pressed hair and a simple dark bowler hat.

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, with a narrow smile.

The young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him, sighed and said:

"It will cost me a morning's sleep, but fortunately, it will be Sunday soon, and I can make up for it.

"The lights in the room seem to be getting dimmer...

"Finally, I got a job doing night vigils in hospitals, vigils for mortuaries.

"I dreamed of being able to rotate the day, now I always go to bed when the sun comes out, and get up at night, which makes my body a little weak, and my head throbs every once in a while.

"The night in the hospital was colder than I imagined. The wall lamps in the corridor were not lit, and it was very dark everywhere. I could only rely on the little light seeping out of the room to help me see my feet.

"Then what?"

He looked ordinary, like most of the people in the tavern, with black hair and light blue eyes, not good-looking or ugly, lacking obvious features.

"His hair was not much, most of it was white, and all his clothes were taken off, not even a piece of fabric was left for him.

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"Haha." There was a burst of laughter around the bar.

"Then?

"Are you bragging about what you just said?"

"That's right, what are you talking about, thirty years on the east side of the Serenzo River, and thirty years on the right side of the Serenzo River, all you know is nonsense!" another tavern regular followed.

"Looking at this ex-colleague, I was thinking, if I go on like this, when I get old, will I be like him...

"He was an old man, with a pale, blue face, wrinkled all over the place, and looked very frightening in the very dim light.

"I have to thank my former colleague, if it wasn't for his sudden departure, I might not even have gotten a job like this.

"The smell there was terrible, and from time to time the dead were sent in body bags, and we cooperated to help him move into the morgue.