I am Master Maoshan

Chapter 2373 Parallel World
The time it takes to listen to a few songs has quietly passed, and the taxi has come to a steady stop in front of a building in the Zhiyangcheng residential area.

The driver was a nice guy; knowing that Liu Jun had difficulty moving around, he drove the car directly into the residential area.

"Thank you, Master Ha!" Wang Qiang said as he quickly took out his phone and skillfully scanned the code to pay.

He then carefully helped Liu Jun out of the car. Liu Jun's steps were a little unsteady. Although the treatment was over, the injury was quite serious and wouldn't heal in just a few days.

Liu Jun stood downstairs, tilted his head slightly, and looked up at the building.

Fragments of memory surfaced one by one in his mind. It was a feeling so familiar it was ingrained in his very bones, as if he had stood here countless times, gazing up at this building.

The two stepped into the elevator, which was dimly lit and decorated with advertisements on the walls. As the elevator slowly ascended, Liu Jun's heart began to race. When it stopped on the eleventh floor with a "ding," Liu Jun's hand trembled slightly.

Eleventh floor, what a familiar floor. He seemed to have been to the eleventh floor often in his memory.

Wang Qiang helped Liu Jun out of the elevator and took out his key to open the door.

The door creaked open, revealing a familiar layout. A large sofa sat in the living room, adorned with several plain-colored cushions. A few paintings hung on the walls; though not by famous artists, they created a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Liu Jun slowly walked into the room, his gaze lingering on each piece of furniture. There was a wooden desk with several books and a computer on it, along with a small desk lamp.

He could even smell a faint fragrance in the air—the scent of home. Even the small decorations around him, like the potted plants on the windowsill and the little ornaments hanging on the wall, felt incredibly familiar to him.

I feel like I've been here before, but I can't remember when. It's like being in a place I dreamt about, but when I wake up, I can't recall any of the details.

Liu Jun frowned slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Seeing Liu Jun's somewhat confused look, Wang Qiang jokingly said, "What's going on? This doesn't contain your memories, does it? This is my home. My parents have never been here except for me."

As he spoke, Wang Qiang deliberately made an exaggerated expression, trying to make Liu Jun happy.

However, Liu Jun remained silent. He was still immersed in his memories, trying hard to find a clue from the chaotic fragments of his recollections.

Blurry images kept flashing through his mind, but these images were like shooting stars, appearing and disappearing without a trace as soon as they appeared.

Seeing that Liu Jun didn't react, Wang Qiang's smile gradually froze. He realized that Liu Jun might have really remembered something important.

He stood quietly to the side, saying nothing more, just silently watching Liu Jun, waiting for his response.

Liu Jun's eyes seemed to be recalling something. After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of complexity that was hard to detect: "I used to live here."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qiang froze, his face filled with disbelief. Without hesitation, he retorted, "Impossible! I'm the only one with a key to this house. From the time it was renovated until now, not even my childhood friends have ever been here. How could you possibly have lived here?"

Liu Jun remained calm and said slowly, "The toilet paper in the bathroom is from Weijia, the washing machine on the balcony is from Haijia, the air conditioner in the living room is from Midea, and the air conditioners in both bedrooms are also from Haijia. We don't usually keep cash at home, but there's a thousand yuan under the projector's base."

These words, like a series of heavy bombs, exploded directly in Wang Qiang's mind, leaving him completely dumbfounded.

Because every single detail Liu Jun mentioned was absolutely accurate.

Wang Qiang had a lot of questions. If Liu Jun had seen the air conditioner in the living room by chance or heard someone mention it, what about the ones in other places?

The bathroom door was tightly closed, and the bedroom door was also sealed shut. How could he possibly know what was going on inside? Moreover, he had almost forgotten that there was money under the projector base. He had just casually put it there once before and hadn't touched it since. No one else could possibly know.

"This...how is this possible? You must be guessing!" Wang Qiang stammered, his voice tinged with panic.

He refused to believe that the man in front of him had actually lived here, because it was simply too incredible.

Seeing Wang Qiang's flustered state, Liu Jun simply shook his head slightly and remained silent.

Wang Qiang refused to believe it. Driven by a strong sense of curiosity and unwillingness to give up, he immediately strode over to the projector, squatted down, and with trembling hands, began to pry open the projector's base.

When his fingers touched the folded banknotes, his body trembled again. He slowly took out the money, carefully counted it, and found it to be exactly one thousand yuan, not a penny more or less.

At this moment, Wang Qiang's face turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten a bitter melon, and his eyes were filled with shock and confusion.

"Who...who are you? How could you possibly know all this?" Wang Qiang stood up, his eyes fixed on Liu Jun, his voice trembling slightly.

"Have you ever heard of parallel universes? I suspect that you are me from another world, and I am you from another world." Liu Jun narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice low.

Although he had lost his memory, it did not mean he had lost his ability to think. Those scattered fragments of memory would occasionally flash in his mind, brief but enough to spark his endless reverie.

Although he doesn't have a complete memory loop, those fragmented memories are definitely not dreams. Those vivid scenes and real feelings, if not dreams, indicate that he once lived in another world, and that world is very likely a parallel world to this one. In that world, he may have had a different life trajectory, experiencing different joys and sorrows, but there are many similarities with this world.

Once this idea took root in his mind, it grew wildly, making it impossible for him to ignore.

Sitting opposite him, Wang Qiang frowned upon hearing Liu Jun's words, a hint of mockery on his face.

"Stop messing around. Although I study aliens, I also know a thing or two about this stuff. Since it's a parallel universe, according to those theories, the corresponding characters in the two parallel worlds should have similar identities or experiences, right? So why am I not called Liu Jun, or why aren't you called Wang Qiang? It just doesn't make sense." Wang Qiang said, rubbing his temples. Clearly, he had been thinking too much, and his brain was a bit overloaded.

Liu Jun shook his head helplessly, his eyes revealing a hint of confusion and helplessness.

"I don't know. My memory is severely fragmented right now. Many things are shrouded in a thick fog, and I can't see them clearly at all. I can't explain it, but those memory fragments are too real. I don't believe it's just my imagination." Liu Jun's voice was somewhat dejected. This experience of losing his memory was just too painful.

Wang Qiang stood up and began pacing back and forth in the room, pondering what Liu Jun had said.

Although from a scientific perspective, the theory of parallel universes still has many controversies and unsolved mysteries, Liu Jun's serious demeanor didn't seem like he was lying.

Moreover, many things simply cannot be explained. For example, Liu Jun's survival after falling from a great height, the strange knowledge he shared, and his understanding of his family.

"Never mind then, let's talk about it when you remember." Wang Qiang finally stopped and sat back down on the sofa. "I feel like you're getting more and more mysterious, like you're hiding a lot of secrets. But it's okay, since we're brothers now, I'll help you figure this out."

"Brother, thank you," Liu Jun said sincerely, his voice filled with genuine emotion and gratitude, his eyes brimming with thanks.

During this time, Wang Qiang provided him with an immense amount of help. In his most helpless and confused moments, Wang Qiang extended a helping hand without hesitation.

Liu Jun knew that in his situation, others might see him as a problem, or even think he had some mental issues and avoid him.

But Wang Qiang did not. He not only took him in, but also gave him meticulous care and trust.

This trust was like a timely gift to Liu Jun; it was extremely precious.

"Don't mention it, please sit down first. I'll get some food, and we can chat while we eat," Wang Qiang patted the sofa, his gesture natural and friendly, as if Liu Jun were a member of the family.

He then got up and strode towards the kitchen, humming a little tune. It was clear that he was in a good mood and hadn't been too affected by the series of events.

Soon, the kitchen echoed with the clatter of pots and pans, along with Wang Qiang's slightly teasing muttering to himself: "Old Liu, I'll show you what I can do, so you can get some nourishment. Look how thin you've gotten lately."

Soon, the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, making everyone's stomachs rumble.

For the next month or so, Liu Jun stayed comfortably at Wang Qiang's house. Wang Qiang's house wasn't big, but it was decorated warmly and comfortably, with every corner exuding a sense of home.

The key point is that Liu Jun is very comfortable living here. He is so familiar with this place that it's like his own home. He knows exactly where everything is without Wang Qiang having to tell him.

For more than a month, Wang Qiang took care of Liu Jun like an older brother, helping him with meals, chatting, changing dressings, and doing rehabilitation exercises.

Under Wang Qiang's meticulous care, Liu Jun's injury has basically healed. Now he can walk steadily on his own, although occasionally if he moves too much, he still feels a slight pain in his wound, but this does not affect his cheerful mood at all.

"Old Liu, let's go for a stroll." Early in the morning, as the sunlight streamed through the window, Wang Qiang stood energetically at Liu Jun's door, calling out loudly.

Liu Jun stretched and sat up in bed, replying, "Okay, let's go out for some fresh air."

After tidying up quickly, the two went out for a stroll. They walked slowly along the familiar path towards the Jiahe River.

As they walked, they came to a large bridge. The bridge spanned the river, its structure sturdy and magnificent, with the water below shimmering in the sunlight.

Standing on the bridge, Liu Jun looked at the scenery before him and a strange sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

Just then, fragmented memories flashed through Liu Jun's mind. He seemed to see a familiar figure waving at him from the other side of the bridge, a smile so kind and warm.

But when he tried to see the person's face clearly, his memory became blurry, as if shrouded in a thin fog, and he couldn't see it clearly no matter what.

"Old Liu, what's wrong?" Wang Qiang saw Liu Jun standing there with a dazed look in his eyes, so he quickly went up to ask.

Liu Jun snapped out of his daze, shook his head, forced a smile, and said, "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered some fragmented things, but I can't quite recall them."

Wang Qiang patted Liu Jun on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, take your time. Maybe one day all your memories will come back. Come on, let's go take a look over the other side of the bridge."

Liu Jun nodded and followed Wang Qiang to the other side of the bridge.