Shire was looking forward to the moment the door opened.

In the eyes of outsiders, Charles is a very outstanding person.

From childhood to adulthood, he has been very independent and has completed all the subjects he is interested in with excellent grades.

After graduation, he became an explorer. The reporter was the job he did later, but he did it to the extreme whether it was an adventure or a reporter.

He has no bad hobbies, works hard, exercises diligently, and is handsome and rich. He is like a role model and a template, and is regarded as a role model for people to teach their children.

But no one knows his loneliness.

Perhaps the better people are, the more lonely they are, because no one can understand them, and they will naturally be lonely.

Charles' parents divorced when he was very young because of a breakdown in his relationship. He was like a burden to his parents and were thrown around by his relatives until he realized the truth and ugliness of this society.

People only see his bright appearance and are willing to keep their eyes on his surface. No one cares about his heart. No one cares whether he feels lonely or afraid of the darkness when it is late at night.

The more you are in darkness, the more you yearn for light, the more lonely you are, the more you hope someone will accompany you.

The light in the room gradually illuminated his face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised uncontrollably. When the light completely illuminated him, he did not feel the slightest thing he wanted.

He whispered, "I'm back..." and stepped into the room at the same time.

The room was very quiet, not the “Welcome back, brother” when he came back yesterday, nor the figure of that girl.

Sometimes, in the eyes of some people, redemption is a very sacred, complex, painful and tormenting process, just because they are not trapped in the abyss.

Because of redemption, sometimes it may be just one sentence.

Charles walked back to the bedroom calmly. He placed the paper bag with the logo of the Aepeda City Library at the head of the bed. After looking at it for a while, he took out the books in the paper bag in dissatisfaction and placed it on the bookshelf on the side.

He patiently folded the paper bag and placed it on the narrow desk, and might be able to use it when he went to return the books.

He handled all this and came to the kitchen - most of the apartments in the Lower Town are only fifty square meters, two fifteen square meters bedrooms, and a four square bathroom. Here they call this toilet.

There is also a six-square-meter kitchen, and the rest is the living room and the entrance hall. The balcony is not in the calculation of area.

There were relief items marked with dates on the kitchen counter. When Shire saw these things, he remembered that he had forgotten to buy some vegetables and came back.

He found one of the longest-term receipts among several bags of relief items to disassemble them, and then put the things like poop in the pot.

Most of the time, this kind of relief product is eaten directly after being heated in water, but some people will treat it through frying or other cooking methods and eat it.

Charles had enough of the taste of his cake, so he decided to change it a little, such as making two bowls of soup.

He can use only two types of condiments, synthetic butter, and a small bottle of salt.

There are some rosemary and basil grown in Charlie on the balcony, which she always says will come in handy if one day they can afford steak.

Charles whistled a light whistle and turned two cakes of cake into two bowls of thick soup. Although synthetic butter is not so healthy, fortunately this thing is very cheap and can emulsify the soup.

He brought two bowls of fragrant baba soup to the dining table, returned to the bedroom to get a book, sat at the dining table and looked at it under the light that was not particularly bright.

Every five minutes, Charles would look up at the wall clock that he picked up from the wall.

It was six o'clock in the evening, and he blinked. The soup on the table was already cold. He closed the pages, put the book back on the bookshelf, and brought the already cooled soup into the kitchen.

He stood in the kitchen, his head lowered, his arms trembling.

He trembled only when he was very scared, when he was hiding in his closet when he was six, and when he was nine, he ran on the road late at night.

Since then, he has never had any fear.

He punched the tiles. The complete tiles proved with facts that the ruling class of Apedacheng's care for the bottom is all-round. They did not cut corners and used inferior materials to hurt the feelings of the people at the bottom.

The blood on the tiles also proves this, which is harder than the fist.

The severe pain not only failed to dispel his inner panic, but also made him even more irritable.

He walked around the room aimlessly, something unknown like the most vicious thing in the world entangled in his heart.

"What must have happened..." He picked up the clothes hanging on the entrance, touched the ID card inside, and decided to go out to find his sister.

This is the Lower City, the Lower City of Aepeda, the city of hope. There is no hope here, only depression and despair.

He began to hate the former owner of this body, this incompetent, dirty, and humble waste, why didn't he take her out of here with her?

Charles's face became more and more calm, but his heart erupted instantly like a volcano.

When he opened the door, his hand slid, and his simple movements were somewhat deformed, which also made his inner irritability stronger.

He didn't understand why this was happening, but he knew what he was going to do.

The streets of Lower Town at midnight are even more bleak, and even those girls who sell happiness rarely run their own business outside the central block.

The dark streets, the not-so-bright street lights and the continuous steam spewing from the pressure relief pipes on the side of the road make the night in the lower city full of psychedelic and dangerous.

Of course, even the poorest places will have prosperous areas, and in the Lower Town, there are many such places.

Someone once said that the empire is a paradise for the rich and a hell for the rich.

When they are in the upper city, money can satisfy the greatest desires they can emit as a humble creature like humans.

But when they are in the lower city, money will become a life-seeking letter from hell, allowing them to lose their lives anytime, anywhere.

In fact, it’s not just the empire, but the whole world is like this!

The central block of the upper city represents prosperity, stability and security. The central block of the lower city is full of crimes, and it is precisely because it is full of crimes that it makes it prosperous.
Chapter completed!