Rebirth of the Uncrowned King

The chemical plant was originally located in the suburbs, and with the explosion, the place is even more deserted now, with almost no people living there.

There are several apartments outside the factory, which are the dormitories for the workers. They look pretty good, at least not inferior to the student dormitories in the university town.It seems that Renchang Group's superficial skills are not so bad.

I heard that after the factory accident, many employees returned to their hometowns or looked for other jobs. A lot of rubbish was thrown on the ground outside the accommodation area, and there was no one guarding the security booth at the entrance.

That was great news for me, and I swaggered in, straight into a building.Although I don't know the name of the little boy, but the husband and wife both work in the factory and keep the child by their side. There should not be many workers like this.

The building was also empty, I knocked on three rooms, and finally someone opened the door, it was a girl with a ponytail.When she saw me, she immediately showed a wary expression. I could only smile at her and ask her about the little boy.

"Couples with children?" She shook her head, then turned around and asked other people in the room. They talked for a while in a dialect I couldn't understand, and a short-haired girl suddenly rushed to the door and asked me, "What do you mean?" Is the kid in the house the skinny, dark one, cut to size?"

I recalled it and agreed a few times.In fact, it was dark at that time, and I didn't see it clearly, "I see, you go to Building No. 302, No. [-] Building [-], where their family lives."

Seeing that the girl was very enthusiastic, I asked one more question: "Is their family all right? I heard that his parents were in the factory when the accident happened?"

The girl shook her head: "I don't know either, I haven't seen them since the shutdown."

After thanking the girl, I found the room she mentioned and stood at the door for a long time without making up my mind to knock on the door.

I'm a little scared, in case I hear some bad news, I really don't know how to deal with myself.

I was startled when I heard the door open and looked to the side.

The little brother who came out of the next room also looked at me strangely.

I scratched my head and said embarrassedly: "Hello, I...I'm looking for someone, there is a child living in this room, right? He, he owes me something."

The little brother stared at me for a while and said, "Their family doesn't live here anymore."

"Ah?" My heart trembled, and I continued to ask, "What happened to their family?"

"This kid is also very pitiful. His mother was poisoned and unconscious, and was lying in the hospital. His father has not been found yet, and he probably disappeared after being bombed. This kid's relatives in the country have already rushed over and packed them up. Things have to take him back. Well, anyway, the child’s life is really miserable, it is said that the factory gave a lot of money, but his relatives took it.”

Listening to his words, my heart suddenly became heavy.I looked at the door in front of me, and suddenly hoped that the door would be opened, and the child would poke his head out and look at me cautiously.

Then he invited me into the house, his mother gave me the washed and dried mask, and his father said thank you to me...

But all of this is impossible.To me, it was just the departure of two people who had never met, but to that child, it was no less than a blow from the collapse of the world.

And that person's company, even if it is not the culprit of all this, still has an inescapable responsibility.No amount of money can make up for the loss of a child's parents.

When I left the dormitory area, I didn't know what was wrong with me, and I walked towards the factory area with my legs in a strange way.

At the gate of the factory, I was stopped by security guards.

I read the newspapers in the past two days. Although this incident was a sensation, no one in the industry had done an in-depth report. I asked the people in the newspaper office. It is said that the factory is very strict, and everyone who went to work that night was read. Get up, otherwise they will talk, and the management will be silent. Apart from the news released by the group's public relations department and the police, they can't find other sources of information at all.

I couldn't enter the factory building, and I was unwilling to leave, walking around outside the door like a wandering spirit.I hope to meet someone coming out of the factory, and stop him to ask a few questions-my cheap reporter nature has emerged again.

After waiting for a while, I was the only one around, and Mr. Security, who looked like a sculpture with an expressionless face.

I yawned lazily, I looked at my watch, it was almost five o'clock, and it was time to get off work, why hasn't anyone come out yet?

Just as he was thinking, a black Audi suddenly drove out of it.I stepped back and sighed, these people with cars can't be messed with, if you are in a hurry, you will run over you directly, and no one will find your body abandoned in the wilderness.

Hey, why did the car stop, and the rear door opened, as if someone was about to get out of the car... I was a little hesitant, should I rush up to interview?

The next second, seeing that man's face, my mind was instantly blank.What interviews, what chemical plants, what explosions, what lives...all of them are gone, just looking at that face, I have lost all the ability to think.

I thought I was ready, I thought I could face it calmly, but when I actually encountered it, I realized that all the psychological construction I had done was in vain.

Why did I meet him so suddenly?

"Shuzhen, is that you?" Ren Min stood in front of me, his face was still handsome and charming, his suit was straight, his leather shoes were shiny, his hands were in his pockets, his movements were casual, yet extravagant.

In contrast, the gray-faced me, still wearing a crumpled polo shirt and dirty running shoes, looks shabby like a shabby settler... Really, it's too imposing.

Fortunately, I still have an advantage: when facing this person, although I was a little scared and had to lean against a wall to stand firm, I no longer had any trace of nostalgia or reluctance.