Chapter 100: The Temptation of Going Home

Once again, returning inside the Isolation Zone.

Stepping down from the transport vehicle, Ding Mo walked into the "Wall," looking at the luxurious Hotel in the distance with a sense of familiarity, and couldn't help but reveal a smile.

This caused the guards nearby to look at each other in dismay.

"Tsk, another one gone crazy." Someone clicked their tongue and shook their head. This book is first published on Tiantiankan Novels, ttk. tw, for a worry-free reading experience with no missing or out-of-order chapters.

Ding Mo, however, ignored them and walked straight inside.

"Calm down, calm down! Although I have mastered it, I haven't tried it yet after all, its feasibility remains to be discussed..." Ding Mo muttered to himself, walking with his head lowered.

Hearing this, the sentries' gazes revealed even more pity.

They had an impression of Ding Mo and remembered that in the previous few times, this guy was still quite normal. It was a pity that now, he had also turned into a pathetic madman...

Soon, Ding Mo ignored everyone he encountered along the way and returned to his room.

Closing the door, Ding Mo raised his head, a flash of light bursting from his eyes!

If his eyes could truly glow, then at this moment, it would surely be "electrifyingly compelling"!

"Start now?

"No, I still need to prepare for a few days. I want cash; the Processing Bureau shouldn't stop me.

"With a large amount of cash, I can live a good life when I go back!"

One must know, since the two sides are, to some extent, parallel worlds, then cash should naturally be universal... right?

Ding Mo paced in the room, already contemplating his future "happy life."

Three days later.

Ding Mo returned to the room once again, carrying a briefcase in his hand.

Inside was gold worth over ten million!

This had overdrawn Ding Mo's available quota in the Processing Bureau for the next thirty years, and he had even had to ask for help from the "Investigation Chief," Lu Tianxu, to finally get his hands on it.

"Alright."

Standing in the living room, Ding Mo hugged the briefcase and took a deep breath.

Then, he pulled down the "Curtain"!

Soon, within the "Curtain," Ding Mo heard the "World Noise" once again.

Every world emits a unique "noise," just as everyone's voice is different; as long as one listens carefully, there will definitely be a difference.

This "noise" can travel very far; at least in the worlds Ding Mo currently travels to with the help of the Typewriter—Luanzang Road, Fairytale World, and Cidu Temple—

the noise of each world was clearly audible to his ears.

However, after listening for a while, Ding Mo frowned.

Nothing!

Just like the first time he heard the world noise, he could not hear the noise of the world he had originally transmigrated from!

Could it be... that the original world truly does not exist?

That world without any fear or weirdness, does it not exist...

Once the duration was up, Ding Mo opened his eyes and plopped down onto the sofa.

He covered his head.

"My memories... are fake?!"

Pain appeared on Ding Mo's face—he was desperately trying to recall the memories of his previous life.

The world in his memories, the experiences of over a decade, were clearly so real, how could they...

Ding Mo covered his head tightly.

If someone were looking from the side, they would discover that his face... was twisting and constantly changing!

It seemed as if many faces were being mixed together, appearing randomly!

Among them was one... that seemed to be the face of Chu Chenfeng! Ding Mo's own face also appeared randomly among them occasionally!

However, after this phenomenon lasted for a while, the frequency of Ding Mo's face appearing among the many twisting and changing faces became greater and greater.

"No, my memories might have problems, but they certainly cannot all be fictional!" the distorted figure muttered to himself:

"At most... they were subjected to certain modifications!"

His tone was very firm!

Thus, his face finally settled back onto "Ding Mo" and stabilized.

Ding Mo let out a breath and put down the briefcase.

He seemed to have completely failed to notice the scene that had just occurred.

He just sat in the living room, lost in thought, and remained silent for a long time.

Monday, half a month later.

In a messy room, smoke swirled.

A pungent, heavy smell of nicotine filled every corner of the room, even every crack in the walls.

Ding Mo lay exhausted on the sofa, his entire person looking much sloppier than half a month ago.

If an acquaintance saw him, they probably wouldn't recognize him for a short while.

He lit another cigarette and took a puff.

Beep!

Suddenly, the thick and lingering smoke finally triggered the automatic fire extinguishing system in the room.

The sprinkler heads opened, and a "heavy rain" began to fall inside the enclosed room.

The "rain" poured onto Ding Mo, mercilessly extinguishing the cigarette butt in his hand and soaking him like a drowned rat.

"..." Ding Mo suddenly threw away his cigarette butt, furious in his helplessness!

Bang! He kicked over the ashtray and, facing the "heavy rain," roared up at the "sky"!

"Why—!"

Over the past half month, he had recalled countless times and made countless attempts, but he could never find the noise of his original world.

He had even tried it; the "Curtain" could transport him to a certain world, but it seemed a price had to be paid.

Ding Mo was afraid that if he used it recklessly, the cost would make it impossible to use a second time, so he had never chosen to travel through worlds.

Yet, even until today, he had not returned to his original world.

Outsiders might not be able to imagine how desperate this was, but "returning to the original world" had long since become Ding Mo's driving force and the pillar of his will.

No matter what kind of terror it was, nothing could crush him; this motivation was a major reason.

But now, for half a month, it had been collapsing bit by bit before Ding Mo's eyes.

He had to face a terrifying fact:

He could never return to his original, normal world, and he still had to constantly experience Terror Missions, like a torture that never ended except in death!

Ding Mo's eyes were bloodshot.

Bang!

At this moment, the room door was suddenly kicked open; the Isolation Zone's Dormitory Head, "He Mingyu," slammed the door open.

He was holding a red fire extinguisher in his hand.

"Uh..." He Mingyu glanced into the room, and at Ding Mo, whose hair was plastered against his cheeks.

"Are you okay?"

"Get out..." Ding Mo muttered.

"Huh? No, it's just that the fire extinguishing system went off, so I came to check..."

"Get out—!" Ding Mo roared at the top of his lungs again.

Bang!

This roar made He Mingyu pull the door shut without another word.

Although he didn't know what had happened, since there was no fire, he didn't want to provoke anyone's bad mood.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!" Anger made Ding Mo pant frantically.

"Ahhhhh—!"

After a while, he roared again in anger and despair!

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded in the room.

To be precise, it sounded right by Ding Mo's ear.

Ding Mo's action of roaring at the sky paused.

He turned his head and saw the mirror in the room that he had bought before entering the mission; at this moment, a blurry female figure appeared in the mirror.

Is it... Fei Xue?

Ding Mo remembered this voice; she was the leader of the "Mirror Organization."

But... so what?

Whether it was the "Mirror Organization" or the "Sperm Organization," Ding Mo didn't care!

He began to roar again, oblivious to anyone else.

"... Suit yourself then, I just came to inform you." Fei Xue said calmly:

"Tonight is one of our formal gatherings.

"I don't know what you've encountered, but if you have any difficulties, you can ask the others in the organization.

"Others will provide reasonable help at their discretion; of course, this may sometimes require paying some compensation.

"That is all."

After speaking, the voice and the figure disappeared from the mirror.

But these words actually made Ding Mo's voice stop.

That's right! Even if he couldn't think of a way, he could ask others!

See a doctor for illness, find a lawyer for false accusations, look for a mother to get milk; professional people do professional things.

Perhaps in this so-called "Mirror Organization," there might be someone who knows a great deal about the fields of memory and cognition!

Ding Mo's decadent eyes grew brighter!

Yes, that's right!

This "Mirror Organization" is so powerful, even wanting to overthrow the Processing Bureau; maybe there really are some talented people inside?

After all, Fei Xue and that polite guy who called himself the "Guardian" didn't seem like fools.

Ding Mo hammered his right hand down.

It's settled!

He would attend the gathering tonight!