Chapter 120: Xiao Junfeng's Home

Knock, knock, knock...

A rhythmic knocking sound echoed inside the room.

This appeared to be a guest room; Ding Mo was sitting in front of a mirror in the room, and on the table beside his hand was a candle that had just been extinguished.

He had failed; no matter how many times, it all ended in failure.

For some unknown reason, this method seemed unable to contact Fei Xue—this did not match the "contact method" Fei Xue had once told him about.

"What went wrong?" Ding Mo tapped the table, pondering, and for a moment, he suspected whether this group of people had been discovered by the Processing Bureau and wiped out in one fell swoop.

However, judging by the abilities displayed by the 'Guardians', this possibility was slim.

He thought for a while, then turned his head to say to Xiao Junfeng, who was standing in the distance and looking at him curiously:

"What year is it this year?"

"?" Of course, it's the xth day of the xth month of 2025." Xiao Junfeng replied, leaning against the wall far away.

The time is also fine; not too much time has passed since I left this world, why...

Just as Ding Mo was completely baffled, Xiao Junfeng suddenly said:

"It's getting dark; are you going to spend the night here?"

This sentence was very abrupt, but Ding Mo glanced at the sky outside the window; it was indeed somewhat dim, and thinking that he had nowhere else to go, he nodded and agreed.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Junfeng was overjoyed!

He took two steps forward, seemingly happy and wanting to get closer to Ding Mo, but after only two steps, he stopped abruptly.

He only smiled at Ding Mo, who was sitting in front of the mirror, from afar.

"What's wrong?" At this moment, Ding Mo finally felt a hint of strangeness.

He wasn't going to eat him, so why stand so far away?

Xiao Junfeng shook his head:

"Nothing, it's just that no one has come here to keep me company for a long time."

"?" Don't your parents come back?"

"No, they are busy with work and haven't come back to see me for a long time."

"... Speaking of which, in such a large place, are there no other people living here?" Ding Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiao Junfeng.

The experience of several Terror Missions allowed him to smell a hint of something unusual.

"There are." Xiao Junfeng nodded at this moment and said:

"I have a brother who lives here too."

"A brother?"

"Yes, he is a night owl; he sleeps during the day and only wakes up after 12 o'clock at night." Xiao Junfeng said, his expression suddenly turning gloomy:

"Also, my relationship with him is not very harmonious; although we both live here, we try our best to avoid meeting each other.

"He also has a very bad temper; don't come out after 12 o'clock at night, so as not to provoke him."

After two seconds of silence, Ding Mo revealed a smile and replied:

"Okay, I understand."

That night, at 20:00 sharp.

Pata!

After finishing dinner, Ding Mo returned to the room with a somber expression.

The dinner was very sumptuous, with roast chicken, lobster, fresh vegetables, and fruits—everything one could want; he didn't know how Xiao Junfeng managed to make so many dishes all by himself.

Sitting on the clean bed, Ding Mo turned on the bedside lamp, thought for a moment, and extended two fingers,

Then he frantically poked at his throat!

Until he felt physically unwell and vomited out the food he had just eaten.

"Hoo—!" Letting out a long breath, Ding Mo slightly eased the chill caused by the series of actions and cast his gaze toward the thing in his hand.

It was a dissolved piece of chicken, emitting a smell of sauce and stomach acid, but it still seemed normal.

"Is it my imagination..." Ding Mo examined the piece of meat, always feeling that something was wrong.

After a long while, a layer of transparent Curtain descended.

Time Stop seemed to have checked some strange power; Ding Mo looked at the thing in his hand that had changed its appearance, his expression ugly.

It was actually a piece of rotten meat! Coarse, hard black hair was stuck to it, looking even more nauseating!

This was no animal hair at all; it was simply human hair!

Ugh~

Ding Mo stopped the Curtain and ran into the bathroom to vomit!

Damn it! I should have listened to Mom and not eaten things given by strangers!

A while later, Ding Mo, with a slightly pale face, walked out of the bathroom and headed straight for the window without a word.

He couldn't stay in this damn place for even a second longer!

He hadn't landed at the Processing Bureau, but he might have come to an even more f***ing messed-up place!

Pulling open the window, the cool night breeze ruffled Ding Mo's hair.

In the distance were buildings flashing with neon lights. But as Ding Mo looked down, he fell into silence.

Completely different from the daytime, this Villa No. 31 at night seemed to have become a skyscraper! Looking down from here, it was bottomless!

The neon lights in the distance were also separated from this side by a layer of black mist, as if they were already isolated in two different spaces.

Thinking about it now, perhaps that group of men in black below were not bodyguards at all; it would be a ghost story if they didn't know the situation of this villa's strangeness!

Yet they saw him during the day and didn't even mean to give him a hint.

Even if he couldn't warn him in front of that guy Xiao Junfeng—who knows if he's human or ghost—he could at least throw a note or something!

Just let him die like this?

You have to know, if you eat too much of this rotten food, a person is bound to die!

"Damn it, if you guys are heartless, don't blame me for being unrighteous." Ding Mo hesitated for a moment, then stepped onto the windowsill and jumped straight down.

Just kidding, he already knew by now that he wasn't a pure human anymore; ordinary methods couldn't kill him at all.

It was just jumping a few hundred floors, it was nothing.

And after "committing suicide," based on his previous "resurrection" experience in the military base, he would possess the nearest human and be resurrected again.

Then the closest ones were undoubtedly that group of men in black—since they didn't care whether Ding Mo lived or died, they shouldn't expect Ding Mo to care about their lives either.

Whoosh—! Ding Mo fell rapidly, his speed increasing, the intense gale blowing his face flat!

However, after flying through the air for nearly a minute.

Bang!

Ding Mo crashed onto a bed, completely unharmed.

Taken aback, he climbed to his feet and discovered that he had returned to the room he was just in.

Was space distorted?

"Good grief... as expected, it's not that simple!"

The escape plan had failed; Ding Mo sat on the bed, his head starting to ache.

Anywhere else would have been fine for a teleport, so why did he end up in this ghostly place? Could it be that this was the "price of teleportation"—

That once there was a mistake during landing, one would encounter a fatal danger?

Knock, knock, knock!

At this moment, a series of knocks actually sounded from outside.

Xiao Junfeng's voice came through, breaking the silence in the room: "Ding Mo? What are you doing in there?"

"... Nothing, I'm sleeping, what's wrong?" Ding Mo secretly thought it was bad.

Sure enough, Xiao Junfeng's voice wouldn't let up:

"You're sleeping? But I seemed to hear some bad noises from upstairs, what exactly are you doing?"

"..."

The sound of jumping off the building just now wasn't loud, so for Xiao Junfeng to be able to ask this question, it was obvious that this eerie house had detected Ding Mo's attempt to escape!

Ding Mo was silent for a moment, silently gripping the dagger at his waist, and tried to reply:

"I really am sleeping, I just had a nightmare earlier and shouted a bit loudly."

The voice faded...

A long time passed, so long that Ding Mo thought the "guy" outside was 100% going to charge in,

and with a potentially rotten and stinking mouth, question him, "Why the hell did you try to run away just now," but instead he heard:

"Oh, then you rest a bit, calm your spirit; poor sleep won't do..."

Words of concern kept coming, but the source of the sound was getting further and further away, as if its owner was leaving.

Ding Mo breathed a slight sigh of relief, and at the same time, gained a new understanding of his situation:

In a word, he had been targeted by some inexplicable "weirdness"!