Chapter 118: A Lamentable Choice

"...... So that's how it is." Ding Mo let out a long breath:

"In other words, you will dispose of that face in the basement afterward?"

The commander watched his reaction, narrowed his eyes, and after a moment, nodded earnestly.

"Of course."

That's good... Ding Mo nodded—in this way, it could be considered helping him resolve a future trouble.

But come to think of it, the attitude of the people in this world toward dealing with "Pollution" was, in his view, no different from the Processing Bureau.

It was even more extreme, aiming to exterminate them completely!

This similar choice made Ding Mo ponder slightly.

Was this the only choice for these human worlds suffering from Pollution?

Could absolute prohibition produce absolute isolation, and in turn, trade for absolute safety?

But Ding Mo always felt that this choice was too cold and ruthless, and somewhat like drinking poison to quench thirst, yet he couldn't think of a better way.

For the sake of survival, "killing," or "killing" with survival as an excuse—can one ultimately obtain long-term survival?

Why did it seem to him, no matter how he looked at it, that the two were incompatible?

After thinking for a while, not too long, Ding Mo raised his head, jumped off the iron table amidst the gazes of the three people in the room, and came to the side of the mother and daughter.

Grabbing their shoulders with both hands, Ding Mo said earnestly:

"Next, I will give you two choices:

"One, stay here, and you can figure it out yourselves.

"Two, come with me. I'll state first that I have a place where I can guarantee you won't be hunted down and can live a normal life. It's just... there will be risks, and it will take some time to adapt."

??? The commander turned his head sharply to look at him.

This guy, does he really have a way to leave here? What a joke!?

Even if a fly came now, it wouldn't necessarily be able to fly out!

"The risk of the second choice," at this moment, Ding Mo added under the hesitant gaze of the middle-aged woman:

"Is that it might lead to you both dying, with not a single one surviving! So,

"Please choose carefully!"

As for 'teleporting' people or something, Ding Mo really wasn't sure how much confidence he had.

"......"

This choice made the middle-aged woman's expression extremely complex.

The situation was very clear now; with the first choice, she would die, and the reward would be that her daughter would not have to worry about food or drink for the rest of her life.

And with the second choice, the mother and daughter could live together normally, but the price was that they might both die.

One person definitely surviving, or two people possibly surviving—what choice should she make?

She was silent for a long while, and just as she was about to say something, she was suddenly stunned.

Lowering her head, she saw Lu Yue's eyes, and the small hand tugging at her clothes.

In her daughter's eyes, there was a longing for a loved one—she was her daughter's last relative in this world.

Faintly, a realization rose in the middle-aged woman's heart.

After going through so much trouble, what exactly did she want to give her daughter?

Money? Schooling? Or a future?

Probably... it was happiness.

But wasn't her own existence her daughter's "happiness"? What more was there to ask for!

The middle-aged woman squatted down, hugged Lu Yue, and tears filled her eyes.

"Let's go home together!"

At the same time, Ding Mo's ears twitched; he looked up, then immediately said:

"Time is running out, have you decided?"

"We will go with you!" The middle-aged woman stood up and nodded at Ding Mo.

She was holding Lu Yue's hand now, her gaze incomparably firm.

The creativity of life lies in its infinite possibilities... Ding Mo didn't know why this sentence he heard when he was in school surfaced in his heart.

Beside his ears, the faint sounds were getting closer; he no longer hesitated and shouted:

"Grab my hands tightly!"

Hearing this, the mother and daughter hurriedly grabbed one of his hands each, while their own hands remained joined.

"What are you doing!?" The commander nearby widened his eyes and couldn't help but shout:

"You can't escape, no matter where you run to the ends of the earth..."

But his words came to an abrupt end, because the transparent 'Curtain' had already descended!

...... Until the commander suddenly realized that the three people in front of him had completely disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It was as if they had evaporated into thin air, leaving not a trace behind.

"......" He opened his mouth wide, cutting off his own words, completely stunned in his chair.

And the next second, a violent explosion suddenly came from the ceiling; in the narrow ventilation duct that no one could enter,

An unmanned vehicle exploded with a "bang," blasting through the almost welded-shut iron plate, and then released a large amount of gas smoke from the damaged vehicle body!

The commander had already had his mouth open, and at this moment, the smoke just happened to gush out; he instinctively took a deep breath!

This breath was truly enough to make smoke come out of his seven orifices—how "delightful"!

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The special forces wearing gas Masks also rushed in at this moment, charging into the room.

But they naturally lunged at empty air.

……

……

In the void, Ding Mo began to experience that terrifying sense of nothingness once again.

"Urgh—!" He let out a silent roar, yet he could feel nothing at all.

But this was already the second time, and he was quite familiar with it, so he immediately adjusted himself, tuning the vibration frequency of the 'Curtain' to a certain degree to overlap with a "World Noise" from his memories.

That was the world where the Processing Bureau was located.

Now, although Ding Mo had recovered his memories, because he had "eaten" Chu Chenfeng, Chu Chenfeng's memories were also mixed into his mind at this moment.

Having the memories of two people crammed into his brain... perhaps even more than two, caused his perception to fall into brief states of disorder from time to time.

He needed to find a hidden place to sort them out properly.

Therefore, it was more appropriate to return to the Processing Bureau's world first; after all, having stayed there for such a long time, he understood it best, which would also be beneficial for him to settle that mother and daughter.

As he continuously adjusted the vibration frequency, Ding Mo gradually felt that something was wrong.

Why was it so difficult? Ding Mo was somewhat stunned!

Right now, it was as if something inside the Curtain was interfering with his frequency tuning, preventing him from obtaining the correct frequency!

"Damn, as expected, teleporting with people isn't that easy." Upon careful sensing, Ding Mo discovered it was because there were two extra people inside the 'Curtain'!

It was as if a simple performance that only required a gong had been forcibly joined by drum beats and piano music; they had to coordinate to form a unique rhythm,

and this difficulty increased geometrically!

"No... I can't control it!"

At this moment, Ding Mo was like a musician busy to the point of being overwhelmed, having to control three instruments simultaneously:

his own, the middle-aged woman's, and Lu Yue's!

He was a "novice" to begin with, so how could he talk about controlling three instruments?

He could not control the rhythm, and in an instant, he felt that the mother and daughter had lost their hold and slipped out of the "Curtain"!

"..." Ding Mo could no longer sense them.

They were lost in the void.

"Sigh... I hope they can survive."

Powerless to do anything more, the sense of nothingness was growing stronger; Ding Mo began to adjust the frequency of the "Curtain" again, and this time, without the interference of the other two, it returned to the situation Ding Mo was familiar with.

Very quickly, he plummeted toward that predetermined world...

Just as Ding Mo departed, the mother and daughter fell into a strange world!

As the warm morning light descended, the middle-aged woman held Lu Yue, blankly gazing at the boundless golden grassland all around.

The golden wheat sprouts beside them gently brushed against their skin, and the infinitely soft grass before their eyes swayed under the direction of the breeze, "beckoning" to them,

as if this world were silently welcoming them.

"Where... is this?"

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