Chapter 129: Historical Nihilism

"Heh."

Thinking of the word "destitute," Ding Mo couldn't help but laugh at himself.

As for him now, wasn't he just a destitute person, alone and wandering the streets?

He had thought this was a journey home, but he hadn't expected that there was no "place" for him in this home anymore...

Woo-woo!

The cold wind blew Ding Mo's hair; seemingly guided by the wind, he entered the door and was finally discovered by the few figures in the corner.

"What are you doing?" Among them, a pretty woman wearing relatively clean clothes walked out and asked.

Ding Mo swept his gaze over them, fixed his eyes on this woman, and spoke:

"The same as you, a person with no home to return to."

Crackle! A slight popping sound of charcoal fire rang out.

As his voice fell, Ding Mo had expected them to show a smile, ask his name, and come over to pat his shoulder to comfort him, just like in the past,

when they huddled together for warmth.

But...

The few people exchanged glances, the woman whistled, and the others suddenly pulled telescopic batons out from their clothes!

And they were uniform, standard-issue telescopic batons!

These people were not any "lost ones"!

"Who are you!?" This made Ding Mo frown, and at the same time, he looked around.

In every corner of this unfinished building, there were actually several more figures lurking!

This was a trap!!

Everyone surrounded Ding Mo in a circle, their eyes fixed on him.

"Seize this criminal who manipulates historical facts and incites social chaos!" At a certain moment, the pretty woman suddenly screamed.

"There are too many people..."

Ding Mo could only keep retreating, and just when he thought he was about to trigger his killing rule again,

in his bosom, a piece of Ink Jade suddenly crawled out on its own. It squirmed and jumped into Ding Mo's palm.

A cold sensation came through.

"This is?" Ding Mo held it, and at the same time, a memory came to mind.

Back in the "Tonghua Juchang," it had swiped the "Prince Mask"!

Ding Mo understood, so he wiped it across his face.

Only to see the ink-colored liquid melt, turn white, and solidify, finally forming a handsome mask on his face!

It was exactly the "Prince Mask"!

A powerful strength, far exceeding that of a human, surged up!

"Ya-yi!" At this moment, the pretty woman had already been the first to charge up, and she swung a baton right at Ding Mo's face.

But it made a "bang" sound and was deflected, while the latter remained motionless!

Instead, while the pretty woman was surprised, Ding Mo reached out and grabbed her collar like picking up a chick, lifting her up.

"Ahhh?!" The pretty woman struggled, her exquisite face full of panic.

The batons of the others landed on Ding Mo, but they couldn't shake him in the slightest.

Some of them even smashed onto the pretty woman's perky buttocks, making her let out a miserable shriek:

"Don't, don't hit me! Ouch!"

But her voice was drowned out in the crowd; no one heard it, or rather, compared to stopping, catching Ding Mo was more important.

Before long, several telescopic batons had been broken, and nearly half of the attacks, under Ding Mo's deliberate manipulation, had landed on the pretty woman.

At this moment, she had no strength left to struggle after the continuous "butt-shield" life, and snorting sounds occasionally came from her mouth.

Her whole body was like a dead dog, paralyzed in mid-air, her legs kicking unconsciously, her eyes rolled back, and foam spilling from her mouth.

And just at this time, the continuous attacks and struggles had also torn her clothes.

Ding Mo's gaze passed through her top and landed on her chest, where there was actually another layer of clothing covering it!

It looked somewhat like a uniform?

Was she a police officer? This turn of events left Ding Mo quite surprised.

As his thoughts raced, he decided not to tangle with these people anymore, carried the unconscious pretty woman, and turned around.

With a few leaps, he reached the rooftop and disappeared into the city's skyline.

Rip—!

On the rooftop of a certain building, in the ceaseless wind.

Ding Mo completely tore open the pretty woman's tattered outer garment, revealing the tight uniform underneath.

She really was someone from the government.

He immediately stepped back two paces and pondered as he looked at her.

"Mmph!!" The bound pretty woman had also woken up by now; she opened her beautiful eyes, looked at Ding Mo, and struggled powerlessly.

The injuries on her body from being beaten by her colleagues made her whole body go limp; she couldn't muster any strength at all.

No, let alone mustering strength, she felt like she was going to pass out from the pain every single moment!

"Behave!" Ding Mo tapped the bruise on her face, causing the pretty woman to roll her eyes in pain.

Her chest heaved violently, and she nearly fainted.

Immediately, Ding Mo reached toward her waist, his strong fingers moving nimbly.

"Mmm~" A strange sensation caused the beautiful woman to let out an involuntary moan, and she couldn't help but press her slender legs together.

However, Ding Mo was not interested in her; he was only trying to find what he wanted on her person.

Soon, from a hidden pocket in the lining of her chest, Ding Mo found her identification.

It clearly read:

【xx Police ID】

【Name: Yu Caidan】

【Gender: Female】 【Blood Type: B】

【Date of Birth: February 3, 2004】

【Expiration Date: xxx...】

【Produced by the xxxx Department of Xiaguo】

It even had an official-looking seal on it.

"Yu Caidan? You work for the government?" Ding Mo asked while flipping through the ID.

"Mmph... mmph...!"

Not until Ding Mo removed her own sock from her mouth did she swallow and speak:

"W-what do you want!? I am..."

"I know who you are, but that is not important. Answer me obediently, or else..."

Ding Mo interrupted, a flash of blatant ferocity appearing in his eyes!

Yu Caidan was not very old, and it was unclear how she had reached this position; hearing this, she hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"Very good, first question: What year is it now?"

Yu Caidan was stunned and said, "This year is 2025."

As expected... Ding Mo asked again:

"Why did you capture me? What about the 'Lost Ones'? What did you do to them?"

"Capturing you is because you are also a 'Lost One'," speaking of this topic, Yu Caidan seemed somewhat disdainful:

"And you 'Lost Ones' are all a bunch of historical nihilists, worms of the state, and one of the roots of social unrest!

"You fellows who popped out of nowhere are always imitating the speech and behavior of legal citizens, attempting to disrupt social order through this; you are born criminals!"

A string of words left the listener silent, and those who heard it were also silent.

Looking at her sneering face, Ding Mo was certain that she truly believed this rhetoric.

In other words, it wasn't just him; the history of other Lost Ones had also been erased?

No, his own situation was more severe; even the people closest to him didn't remember him—it wasn't just as simple as history being erased...

After an unknown amount of time, faintly, the sound of sirens came from the distance.

"Hahaha! My people have come to pick me up; you're finished!" Yu Caidan laughed.

Immediately, she saw a large hand reach over and grab a bruise on her neck,

then twist it with force, wringing it like a twisted rope!

The intense pain immediately spread like falling dominoes from the nerves in her neck, crashing into her central nervous system!

"Mmph-ahhhhh-la-la-la-la-la-la-uh-uh-uh——!!" Yu Caidan let out an earth-shattering, multi-layered howl, and then, with a deathly pale complexion,

she fainted.

"..."

Having punished this arrogant woman, Ding Mo then fished some money from her person before abandoning her and leaving the place.