I'm A Trash

Episode 24

The reddish orange glow dominates this sat sky court. The sun began to meet his contest.

Dusk greets.

In front of the main door of his minimalist residence, Lin Mu's shadow appeared to extend obliquely following the tired light of the yellowing sun.

His gaze straightened down on the two pairs of sandals house side by side in the corner of the wall. Marking ... if one other, has been removed.

"Hm? Has he gone home?" Her green pupils radiated a sirat asked supported by the wrinkles of a pair of eyebrows that were linked.

At the same second, a breeze of wind whistled past his face like it was carrying something evocative. "This scent .. hmm."

Without obeying his head that was only happy to argue, Lin Mu hurriedly opened the door, then quickly greeted the dining table in the eastern part of his house.

Justright. The delicious aroma stirred the saliva was presented nicely on the table. Lin Mu smiled looking at him. "Still leave a little note for me."

A piece of paper tucked under a plate containing a dish of lobster studded with colorful vegetables on it, the young man took it and read it.

Lin Mu, I'm leaving first. There's still a lot of stuff in the company waiting for me to handle. I've made some cooking for you. I don't know if it suits your taste or not. Remember to call me if you have time.

^^^Luo Bingyun-189xxxxxxxxx^^^

That was at least a fragment of the contents on the paper that Luo Bingyun had left for Lin Mu.

Without a babibu, Lin Mu lowered his body after pulling one of the chairs and sitting on it.

Sret

Sret

The food began to be cut and then chewed. "Wow, that's so good!" his comments were amazed with a pair of widened eyes.

I never thought her cooking skills were so good.

He just tasted. "I'll eat it later" he said. Then the dining table was left for something. "Now the most important thing is to try it first."

After taking a few steps, he stood in front of a cupboard and opened it.

A clay pitcher with a convex round shape resembling a gourd, yet shrunk and elongated at the part of his neck, was taken by Lin Mu carefully. Around the outside it looks beautiful with golden painted dragons.

After cutting some of the materials that he had provided, he filled the water with a volume limited to the neck of the object, then placed it on the stove with medium fire.

"The next step is to boil it slowly" he said after entering the ingredients he had prepared. "Hopefully succeed with this first try." Then shut down and let the potion down to the time limit he might have set.

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In other parts of the world.

MANHATTAN.

It was not the name of a cocktail made from a mixture of whiskey, sweet vermouth, bitters, ice cubes. MANHATTAN here is the name of an island located south of the Hudson River. It is one of the five islands that make up New York City, United States.

And on this island a man lives under the auspices of his own company.

PRAAAKKS

"Dammit!! My daughter was attacked and nearly died! Is this how you protect my daughter?!" her screams were deafening.

"Sorry, Mr. Luo. This is our negligence this time." One of the two bodyguards standing in front of him spoke with a full stiff voice wrapped in a fierce expression. "But we have found the attacker, and information about the mastermind behind it. Please Mr. Luo take a look." A double brown map was given to the old man.

"Compared to this .. I'm more interested in the man Bingyun met back then." The look in the eyes of the old man who was none other than Luo Bingyun's biological father, looked sharp and piercing.

"We've gathered information about the man, but ...." The plontos-haired bodyguard man resembling the soldier reached out and fumbled the inside of the suit he was wearing.

A piece of paper is obtained and then given to the superior.

"Your Lin ... The Lin family, in Donghai City," Bingyun's father said repeating from what he read. Then read the others remain with thick wrinkles on the forehead, and .... "Living from the dead!" His eyes are now completely perfect.

The faithful guard man standing before him continued the description, "According to the explanation from the hospital, it should be due to the exhaustion of excessive bodily functions, which caused him to temporarily die of torpor."

Bingyun's father chimed in while still continuing to read the contents of the paper containing a fragment of Lin Mu's life history. "After realizing there was a change in physical shape on his body? Also a big change to his personality?"

The man who was taken by the bodyguard again. "Rubber, Sir. These physical changes can only be explained by the hospital as a medical miracle. And there's also a personality change ...." For a moment the man paused. Quite doubtful it seems like the follow-up sentence he uttered. "It should have something to do with his amnesia" he later said.

Now Father Bingyun's gaze straight forward hit a single point meaningless blank in his attention. "What is the relationship between him he and Bingyun?" ask the man to know.

"Miss Luo and Lin Mu knew each other for less than five days. Can be called a friend for now," explained the bodyguard according to what he has been investigating lately.

"Very good! I don't want to hear anything about the attack on Bingyun anymore."

"Good!"

The two bodyguards men began to compile steps leaving the room. Remaining the old man Bingyun father with a myriad of arguments in his head regarding the young man named .... "Lin Mu." That's his muttering voice.

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Back at Lin Mu with his pill concocting activities.

After waiting for some time, he returned to the kitchen. Opening the lid of the clay pitcher contains a concoction of medicine that is still perched on the stove.

"It really worked!" He exclaimed with a tense expression but wrapped in a little happy smile.

He lifted the pitcher to pour the contents that have now thickened into a metal bowl that is also golden. Next, while taking a sitting position on the sofa, the bowl was placed on the table.

The size of the last book on the index finger, the thick potion was taken and began to form it round and round like a fruit of curl using both palms of his hand twisting each other.

In a few moments, about thirty grains of the result, has been arranged on a piece of red cloth with neat rows.

Lin Mu took one of them, cuddling for a moment while looking at him. Later ....

"Try eating one first, see how powerful the medicine is." The pill was swallowed without water to push. He closed his eyes to feel the effects of what he had just created.

For a moment, his body emitted a yellowish light almost resembling the color of a five-watt bulb commonly used to illuminate chicken coop in Indonesia.

"Although his medicinal strength was slightly weaker, but that was enough!" Lin Mu opened his eyes wide. Pretty amazed as it is.

"No matter how thin the spiritual power on earth is, it won't stop me from returning to the top."