Chapter 165 Where Are We
“Ah…it hurts.”
A low cry of pain escaped from his lips.
Pain spread throughout my body.
Chu Junche felt like he had been hit on the head with a stick. His whole body ached and every joint was crackling.
He felt dizzy and a strong light shone into his eyes. He suddenly got up from the ground in pain, his forehead soaked with sweat, and fell to the ground weakly again.
A low, dilapidated bungalow that never sees sunlight all year round. It is dark and damp, with cold wind blowing in. Chu Junche's teeth are chattering from the cold.
He was soaked all over, as if he had just come out of the sea.
"Ahhhh my neck hurts!"
Chu Junche tilted his head and felt like his neck was about to break.
"Are you home yet? Someone come and help me with my luggage--" Before he could finish the last word, he fell to the ground, with beads of sweat running down his face.
"Ah! Where is this!? What's going on!?"
Chu Junche finally reacted.
The floor was dilapidated, full of potholes and covered with a thick layer of dust.
The sunlight shines through the air, and countless dust particles float in the beams of light.
Chu Junche realized that he was in a strange place.
There is no one around. Is there something wrong with my memory?
"Where's Zhiyue? Where's the cruise ship? Am I not on my way back?" Chu Junche shook his head, almost thinking he was dreaming.
The door hinge made a sharp creaking sound, and someone pushed the door open and walked in.
Chu Junche turned around and found that it was Chu Junyue who walked in.
This doesn't seem like an illusion.
Chu Junyue had a cold expression on his face. The dilapidated environment made his tall figure look even more majestic. The light danced on his sharp eyebrows.
He frowned slightly and stared at Chu Junche for a long while.
Chu Junche patted his face, then hurriedly climbed up from the ground, "Brother..."
He was a little embarrassed and whispered: "Am I dreaming? Where is this? Did we encounter pirates..."
I felt all over my body and found that my pockets were empty. "Oh, my phone, bank card, and luggage are all gone..."
Chu Junyue's eyes suddenly darkened, and he slowly turned his gaze away from him and walked outside.
Chu Junche looked confused and hurriedly followed him, "Brother, please say something, I'm so scared, are we exiled again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, what came into view was a huge garbage dump with all kinds of waste piled up like mountains and emitting a pungent smell.
The small bungalow where he lived had half of its wall collapsed and was overgrown with weeds. Countless flies and mosquitoes were flying around overhead, making a disgusting buzzing sound.
"Me! Wow!"
Chu Junche covered his chest and almost vomited.
This smell can drive people away directly.
But Chu Junyue's expression gradually became solemn.
The simple black windbreaker fluttered in the wind, and the high-quality fabric sparkled brightly in the sun. He looked out of place here, but he appeared in this place.
"This is a third-level slum." He spoke slowly.
Chu Junche looked at him in shock.
Chu Junyue only rubbed his fingers slightly in the air and touched a layer of black dust.
Slums all have similar characteristics: cramped spaces, dirty and poor sanitary conditions, and people lying on the ground can be seen everywhere and at any time, as if living in a maze.
Sewage is flowing everywhere and the place is dirty and messy.
Some people even urinate and defecate anywhere.
After leaving the small bungalow, we walked along the uneven ground to a small path. In the dim and long cracks in the wall, we couldn't see the bottom at a glance, but the foul smell was clearly pungent.
Even though Chu Junyue had excellent psychological quality, he couldn't help but frown.
People had created a path through the widened gap in the wall, and there were ragged children playing games. A little boy popped his head out of the gap in the wall and saw a tall man looking at them thoughtfully.
The little boy was so scared that he screamed and ran away in panic.
Chu Junyue's expression was a little cold, but his voice was deep.
“This is New Nancy.”
Chu Junche took a few steps back, clenching his back teeth.
He had been holding his breath, but now he could no longer hold back and took deep breaths. The nauseating smell rushed straight to his head, and he was stunned for a moment, "What? How could this be?"
This is where my father spent most of his time.
Chu Junche didn't have much impression of his father. It wasn't because he was too young to remember him, but because his father was too busy with work and didn't come home all year round.
If he wanted to stay with his father, he would go and live where Chu's father worked.
Chu Junche was unwilling to leave the capital, and Chu Junyue was unable to stay with his father because of Mr. Chu's arrangement.
In fact, they are all very unfamiliar with their father.
What they knew about the man came from what others had heard.
Those who hate Chu's father curse him as a traitor and a sinner in history.
Those who sang praises to Chu's father called him a Bodhisattva who saved them, but it was a pity that he died young before his ambitions were fulfilled.
Chu Junyue has been deliberately avoiding situations related to the three major states, as if something is weighing on his mind.
He said nothing, just walked forward.
Chu Junche was surprised and asked, "Brother, why are we here? Who sent us here? Brother Qin Si and Brother Lian Sheng are gone... Why are we the only ones here?"
"Did Brother Jingrun do this? He always does things in a very strange way. This place is very far from Monte State. We have no money and no cell phone. How can we get back?"
He was a little worried, thinking of Jiang Zhiyue, has she returned home? She shouldn't be as unlucky as them.
Chu Junyue was calm, and there was no ripple in his dark eyes.
As he walked, he realized something was wrong and took off his expensive windbreaker, hanging it casually on his hand.
"It seems that this is a test they have given us alone," he said.
Chu Junche hesitated, "They???"
Chu Junyue was silent for a moment, "I don't know how Xiao Jingrun persuaded grandpa to send us here, but I can be sure that...if we can't go back within the specified time, grandpa will punish us."
Chu Junche pursed his lips, unhappy, "Why punish us?"
"I withdrew from the selection of the successor. Maybe grandpa has placed his hopes on you. If you can return home safely without any money or help, they will all look up to you."
Chu Junyue spoke so calmly that it seemed both true and false.
The scene he saw slightly changed his stern face.
A ragged old man was crawling in the garbage dump, with a head full of silver hair and sunken eyes, like a walking corpse.
A group of children gathered around him, searching for something to eat.
Those innocent big eyes flashed with numbness, like a body without a soul.
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