Chapter 347

Time passed quietly in the plain campus life.

This day there were no more accidental events like "math duels," allowing Gao Jie Ming to successfully devote most of his energy to the absorption of classroom knowledge and the spiritual power mobilization as slow as a snail crawling within his body.

When he opened the door with his key, he was greeted by silence.

There were no parents' shoes at the entrance, and there was no one in the living room.

According to the itinerary they mentioned casually in the morning, at this time, they should have gone to a large supermarket for their weekly shopping.

Looking at the empty and excessively tidy house, a thought arose in Gao Jie Ming's heart.

The opportunity has come.

He didn't return to his bedroom like usual, but stopped his steps, his gaze scanning this space he was both "familiar" with and incomparably strange to, sharply.

He took a deep breath and began a systematic search of the entire room.

First target was the master bedroom, that is, the "parents'" room.

Pushing open the door, the interior furnishings were simple to the point of being a model room: the bed was flat without a trace of wrinkles, clothes in the wardrobe were hung meticulously classified by color and season, there were only the most basic skincare products on the dressing table, no private photos, no scattered personal collections, and even—no dust.

This kind of tidiness lacked the fireworks and precipitation that life should have, looking like it had just been carefully wiped and arranged, rather than traces of long-term residence.

He carefully opened the desk drawer of "father" and the bedside table of "mother"; inside, besides a few popular magazines of this world and unopened stationery, it was empty.

No old letters, no diaries, no small items with personal commemorative significance, and those messy small parts.

Next, he started the computer light screen in their room.

Quickly browsing access records and historical data—blank, clean as if it were a new machine.

This indicated that they had almost not used these devices for any personalized operations recently.

His gaze finally fell on several family photos on the living room wall.

In the photos, "parents" and he were all smiling brightly, overflowing with happiness.

But Gao Jie Ming keenly noticed that whether it was the background, clothing, or the standing posture of the three, there was a high degree of repetition.

It was more like being generated in batches using a few fixed templates.

Moreover, looking closely at the smiles of "parents," the arc, the sense of "gratification" in their eyes were almost identical, lacking the subtle changes and uniqueness that real emotions should have.

"Too clean—unbelievably clean." Gao Jie Ming's brows locked tightly, the clouds of doubt in his heart getting heavier and heavier.

Just then, the sound of keys inserting into the lock and the laughter of his parents came from outside the door.

Gao Jie Ming felt a chill in his heart, immediately collected all outward emotions, his footsteps light and rapid, bypassing to the other side of the living room, pretending to have just walked out of the washroom, a trace of natural fatigue on his face.

"Dad, Mom, you're back."

"Mm, baby is back from school? Just right, we bought some fresh ingredients at the supermarket, making what you love to eat tonight—" Mother smiled gently, carrying the shopping bag toward the kitchen, her movements fluent and natural.

Father also nodded with a smile, placing another bag of things on the table.

At the dinner table, the atmosphere seemed warm and harmonious.

Parents concernedly asked about his studies today, and again expressed high gratification and pride for his "successfully defending the honor of first place and obtaining the title of school bully."

Their words and actions perfectly fit the image of middle-class parents who care about their children and are proud of them.

Eating, Gao Jie Ming mentioned a topic seemingly unintentionally: "By the way, Dad, I suddenly remembered, when I was 7

years old, that astronaut model you gave me that I accidentally broke, where did you put it later? I seem to have never seen it again."

"Father" had almost no pause, a smile of memory on his face, and immediately answered: "That one, I later carefully repaired it with special glue, although there are still traces. Afraid you would break it again, I helped you put it behind the third storage cabinet in your bedroom wardrobe."

Gao Jie Ming nodded thoughtfully: "Oh, so that's it, thank you Dad."

Just then, he "accidentally" knocked over the water cup beside his hand, and clear water splashed all over the table instantly.

"Oh my!"

Mother's reaction was shockingly fast, almost standing up the instant the water splashed.

There was no trace of blame or panic on her face, still that gentle smile, while bringing a rag to clean it skillfully, she said softly: "It's okay, baby, didn't get scalded, right? Just be careful."

Movements fluent, tone inclusive, perfect and impeccable.

After the meal, Gao Jie Ming returned to his bedroom, closed the door backhanded.

He walked straight to the wardrobe, squatted down, pulled open the third storage cabinet at the bottom, and reached out to grope behind.

His fingertips soon touched a hard object.

He took it out—it was exactly that somewhat old astronaut model in his memory.

There was an obvious trace of being carefully glued on the arm of the model.

Gao Jie Ming looked at this repair trace, rubbing the cold model surface, but suddenly sighed in his heart, a complex emotion surging in his heart.

Looking back at the "Mind Barrier Bracers" he had manufactured for Lei Ke at the time, he felt they were somewhat crude and backward.

Thus, in the gaps of constructing the Incense Divine Dao, he took the time to perform an upgrade on this protective treasure of his.

And the dinner test just now deepened his suspicion even more.

He remembered clearly that his father in his past life was a rough person, absolutely impossible to remember where a toy that had been broken for many years was hidden after being repaired.

And his mother in his past life, although she loved him, when he accidentally knocked something over, her first reaction would absolutely not be such a perfect and inclusive smile, more likely it would be nagging or an instinctive exclamation.

To be honest, these flaws were really too low-level.

But the problem lies here, would this false world really commit such low-level mistakes?

You must know this is a plane that can trap nearly 2 million elite wizards, would it really exist with such low-level flaws?

Or rather, that an enemy of this level would actually appear with such low-level flaws, itself is a very eerie thing.

Before, through various clues, Gao Jie Ming originally thought he had found the pattern and could judge the general situation of this plane.

But at this moment, he instead fell into deeper bewilderment.

An enemy of this level, if they really wanted to construct a perfect cage, how could they leave such obvious flaws?

Could it be that these "flaws" themselves—were deliberately shown to him?

What is the purpose?

If the existence behind the scenes really discovered his problem, they could completely erase him directly.

After all, Gao Jie Ming remembered very clearly that although there were very few casualties in this plane, there were still three unlucky ones who lost their lives.

Since they had already killed three, the other party definitely wouldn't mind killing one more.

And if it wasn't for this reason, then what was the situation.

Could it be that there were other situations hidden in this world that he didn't know about?

"The day after tomorrow—when going out shopping, check the surrounding situation carefully." Gao Jie Ming put the astronaut model back in place, calculating in his heart.

The information he grasped was contradictory and chaotic, the investigation of the home fell into a deadlock, perhaps casting his gaze toward the broader external environment could find a new breakthrough.

He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, no longer entangled in those headache-inducing contradictions, and sank all his mind into his dantian again.

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