Chapter 61
He didn’t know where this neighborhood was, but it was clear that they hadn’t taken this road on the way in. Hongju pressed a hand against the tightness in his solar plexus, like he was suffering indigestion, and answered,
"...I don’t know if I should be scared or trust you."
He was trembling and tense, but his voice was calm to the point of absurdity. Ha. Mu-gyeong let out a rare, loud laugh and tapped the steering wheel with his fingers.
"By now, you should trust me."
"......"
"Think about who you’ve trusted to end up like this."
It wasn’t like he’d trusted Guppping or anything. The car jolted hard, and Hongju shut his mouth without responding. His frightened eyes kept darting toward the darkened window. Mu-gyeong, watching the way Hongju shrank in on himself, was busy holding back a laugh.
"See? Isn't it too nice a place to bury someone?"
Mu-gyeong stepped on the brakes and pointed outside. Hongju’s still-terrified eyes carefully scanned the view. A lone house sat in the middle of a wide-open field. The wall around it was fairly tall—it looked just like one of those mansions in the upscale neighborhoods he’d been to for debt collection.
"I have no intention of opening the door for you."
Hongju whipped his head toward the driver’s seat. Mu-gyeong was already out of the car. He gave a jerk of his chin like he was telling Hongju to get moving, then closed the door. Hongju followed and got out of the car, keeping close behind Mu-gyeong’s shadow as he headed for the front gate like he’d done it a hundred times. It was scary, but in this situation, Mu-gyeong was the only one he could rely on.
"Where is this place?"