introduct

It rained heavily in the sultry afternoon.

Here, the rain seems very cold, like an ice knife, sharp and ruthlessly baptizing the uninhabited cemetery.

"...What's his name?" For a long time, the boy asked quietly.

"..." With an umbrella, the old man couldn't help looking at the boy. He was a little curious why the boy could be like a stranger without a tear. Of course, in some ways, the old man likes the boy's reaction at the moment.

So, he lit a cigarette and said slowly, "...Lin... there is no real name." He spit out a mouthful of smoke: "...just a surname."

"...Lin." The rain washed the boy's long hair and blocked his sight.

"He is a good person." The old man smiled, but could not hide the real decline: "...How about it, would you like it?"

The boy was silent, like the nameless tombstone at present.

"You can refuse," the old man revealed a little kindly: "I mean, you can be yourself and live your own life."

Seriously, the old man wants the boy to agree, but as he said, the boy can choose his own life. After all, the world that Lin and he faces are completely different and unacceptable for most ordinary people.

At the beginning, the boy was silent as usual, but in the end, he asked quietly, "...Is there any accident insurance for this job?"