Chapter 132: Proof

Early the next morning.

Today's weather was not good; heavy, dark clouds filled the sky, pressing down heavily on the heart. A fine, cold rain fell, mixed with the sound of muffled thunder.

It landed on Ding Mo's expressionless face.

He was walking on the sidewalk.

He had returned to that street again, but unlike before, his portrait could now occasionally be seen on the street, pasted on utility poles and transformer boxes.

【In order to strictly crack down on historical nihilism criminals according to the law and effectively safeguard the property safety and legitimate rights and interests of the people, the Ministry of Public Security recently issued a Class A wanted order, publicly seeking a key member of a criminal group.

The wanted fugitive is:

Ding Mo, male, born February 15, 2003, registered residence address: No. 121 Yan Tou Jie, Daning City, xx Province, ID number:...

Public security organs hope that all sectors of society and the general public will provide relevant clues. If you discover the situation, please call the police hotline in time.

For informants who provide clues and those who have made contributions by reporting, the organs will provide protection and rewards in accordance with the law. Depending on the importance of the clues provided, the reward amount will range from 50,000 to 100,000 yuan.】

Just like that, he had been reduced to a wanted criminal.

Fortunately, for the sake of caution, Ding Mo had already changed his outfit. At this moment, he pressed down on his peaked cap and quickened his pace.

The gloom before the rainstorm also helped him conceal his face.

Before long, he arrived at his "home."

After repeating his old tricks, Ding Mo arrived home once again.

At this time, it was when his "parents" were at work, and the house was extremely quiet.

After taking a look at the interior, which had not changed much, his gaze fell on a calendar nailed to the wall.

The calendar was yellowed all over; it would be no exaggeration to call it an "old almanac." An unknown liquid had polluted its surface, spreading into patches of black stains.

But one could still vaguely see the words on it: August 2025....

Ding Mo walked in front of it, examined it for a while, and then reached out, wanting to turn to the next page.

But he failed.

The pages of the calendar were actually all stuck together!

After trying for a long time, whether flipping up or down, the paper would be damaged. Moreover, Ding Mo could confirm that the reason it was stuck was not due to any glue.

It had just stuck together so naturally, as if the long passage of time had already caused its material to begin decomposing, and between the pages, the molecules had begun to mix with each other...

Boom—!

Amidst the low rumble of thunder.

Ding Mo, who had been trying for a while, lowered his hands, his eyelids drooping.

His heart gradually sank...

After a long silence, he turned and went to his parents' room.

After searching the room for a while, Ding Mo pulled open the wardrobe.

Boom—!

Like a god in a rage, or like a meteorite falling!

The lightning illuminated the room, illuminating Ding Mo's slightly stunned face,

And inside the wardrobe, those two white "Wax Figures"!

They were exactly the same as the Wax Figure of Chu Chenfeng... no, of his own death that he had seen before!

"So that's how it is... so that's how it is..." Ding Mo stared blankly at the scene before him, at the two familiar faces of the Wax Figures, faces that had once smiled at him, been angry at him, and ultimately all turned into concern,

Now only numbness remained—

Unlike the situation with Ding Mo's own Wax Figure back then, there was no longer any spirit in their eyes.

Thump, thump!

Ding Mo took two steps back and sat down on the bed behind him, watching this scene, speechless for a long time.

Outside the window, the rainstorm finally poured down, the dense curtain of rain blurring his vision.

The dark sky brought by the black clouds seemed to shroud the world along with the heavy rain at this moment, swallowing every ray of light in the room.

In the darkness, Ding Mo remained fixed by the bed like a sculpture.

After a long while, the rain seemed to ease a little.

Only then did he take a long breath, stand up, and return to the wardrobe.

"Is this the 'proof' that guy was talking about? Heh..."

"Hm?" At this moment, after a self-deprecating laugh, Ding Mo suddenly discovered that beside the feet of his parents' Wax Figures,

A dust-covered notebook was lying there!

"This is..."

Ding Mo squatted down to pick it up and flipped it open, only to find that the handwriting seemed somewhat familiar?

"This is... Dad's handwriting?"

Realizing this, Ding Mo began to read carefully.

【I, I don't know what to write. The doctor said that writing a diary can relieve my psychological burden.】

In Ding Mo's impression, his dad indeed did not have the habit of keeping a diary.

【My son, he just left like that... I don't understand, I... I don't know, I really don't know what to write... Why did he...】

The date on this diary entry was: August 3, 2025, exactly 3 days after Ding Mo's public suicide.

Turning the page:

【Qing Yao still can't get over it, she is brooding over Xiao Mo's death. After all, this is the only child in our family... I have already pushed aside my work to focus on accompanying her. I hope he can get over it.】

—August 4, 2025

"Zheng Qingyao" was Ding Mo's mother.

【After Ding Mo died, people kept coming to the door. Some were reporters, some had credentials, and some... were dressed rather sloppily. There are too many people, and they keep bringing up Ding Mo's death, which will trigger Qing Yao. Starting tomorrow, do not pay attention to them.】

—August 6, 2025

【They've gone mad, everyone has gone mad. According to recent news reports, people are committing suicide almost every day. What on earth is happening? My God, what has happened to this society?

Qing Yao shows no signs of improvement. The psychiatrists have prescribed more medication and warned me that her condition shows signs of worsening.

】

—August 10, 2025

【She also committed suicide】

"... She also... committed suicide..."

This diary entry had no date and was so brief that it seemed incomprehensible.

But when Ding Mo saw this short line of small text and read it out word by word, he did not turn the page for a long time.

During this period in the diary, his father had been staying at home with his mother. Besides his mother, who else could this "she" be...

Ding Mo flipped further back, only to see large stretches of blank pages.

Just when he thought the diary ended there, he saw a series of distorted words on a page very far back in the notebook.

It looked as if it had been written in a hurry, as follows:

【I saw Qing Yao. She has returned. I really saw her... No, that's not right!

Why is she with another man?

And that man looks exactly like me?

Has she been deceived? No, something is not right...】

The diary came to an abrupt end.

"..."

Seeing this, there was no doubt; the result was undoubtedly clear. Ding Mo lowered his eyelids and flipped through it again, but there was nothing more afterward.

Letting out a breath, Ding Mo put away the diary and looked at the two Wax Figures standing quietly in the wardrobe.

Their lifeless eyes looked into the distance, as if they were still longing for something before they died.

"Sorry, I'm late..." Ding Mo sighed deeply.

A moment later, he left the place, carrying two large "cocoons" wrapped in bedsheets on his back.

By the side of a certain road, Ding Mo, carrying the two "large cocoons" on his back and holding a black umbrella, walked along a road where no "people" could be seen due to the heavy rain.

After walking for a while, he arrived beside a sedan.

Amidst the confused gaze of the person inside the car, he pulled open the back door, carefully placed the "large cocoons" inside, then turned to face the approaching car owner,

and then, with a "Crack!", he snapped his neck.

"..."

Looking at the guy lying on the ground, his body twisting and writhing abnormally, Ding Mo snorted coldly, found the keys, and drove away.

He drove toward the suburbs.