Chapter 44: Curtain

Thinking of this, Ding Mo's heart grew hot.

If he could return to a normal life, to a peaceful world, who would want to stay in this world?

To experience despair and terror time and time again?

In any case, Ding Mo did not want to; he wanted to go back.

Of course, the premise was that the memories in his mind were real, that he truly was a transmigrator,

and not a delusion caused by cognitive distortion!

No sooner said than done, Ding Mo closed his eyes and recalled the feeling when the "Curtain" descended just now, hoping to understand it a bit more.

Although he did not feel he could really use it so easily, increasing his understanding a bit might lead to an opportunity later on.

A moment later, however, Ding Mo suddenly opened his eyes!

He reached out a hand and swiped at the air.

Instantly, the air distorted vaguely, and light seemed to transform into the form of "waves," reflecting into Ding Mo's shocked eyes;

a layer of "Curtain" shrouded him!

Ding Mo looked at this scene in disbelief—he had actually... really succeeded?!

No way?

Stunned for a long time, Ding Mo glanced at the surroundings where the air had almost solidified; this was a sign of time slowing down!

And within the Curtain, Ding Mo felt several worlds!

To be precise, he felt a specific type of sound:

Luanzang Road, and also Tonghua Juchang; Ding Mo distinguished a specific "World Noise" emitted by the worlds where they were located!

It was indescribable, but he was certain this was the sound of those worlds; he had heard them before! It was just that at the time, he could not perceive this sound, so they only remained in his memory.

Only today was it discovered by him!

In the room, Ding Mo, who had actively lowered the "Curtain," had his ears filled with all sorts of noises that were usually inaudible,

among which the "noises" of "Luanzang Road" and "Tonghua Juchang" were mixed in, requiring careful discrimination to identify.

As for the other noises, could they be other worlds?

Ding Mo thought, and so he carefully tried to distinguish how many types of "noises" were in his ears,

only to find that they were simply countless, far more than a thousand kinds!

"Just how many worlds are there..." Ding Mo clicked his tongue in secret.

Immediately, he excitedly began to attempt a transfer.

However, after trying for a moment, he felt a wave of disappointment.

He had failed.

It seemed that because of his several contacts with the "Curtain," he had learned how to lower it.

But as for how to use it to transfer, he was still far from it.

This would likely require experiencing a few more Tasks and learning more from the "Typewriter."

Moreover, at this moment, Ding Mo discovered something else amiss.

Among these countless types of "World Noise," he was actually unable to distinguish which one was emitted by the world he had originally transmigrated from!

This... was impossible! Ding Mo frowned fiercely.

If he had been to that world, and even lived in that world for a relatively long time, it was impossible not to remember that world's "noise"!

The noise of every world was unique; for example, right now, this world also had its own unique "World Noise."

"This... why... this shouldn't be..." Ding Mo covered his head, his fingers scratching fiercely!

Could it be that he really was...

Ding Mo's head, whether it was an illusion or not, seemed to be slightly deforming at this moment!

At the same time, in another discussion room.

The middle-aged man Ding Mo had seen before accepting the typing Task—he was actually the Investigation Chief of the Processing Bureau's Second Investigation Team, Wan Chengyu, 36 years old.

At this time, Wan Chengyu was arguing with another, slightly younger Investigation Chief.

"Lu Tianxu! Do you know how dangerous your processing plan is!?"

"Dangerous? Is it not dangerous to just leave it alone!"

Lu Tianxu, 26 years old, Investigation Chief of the Processing Bureau's Third Investigation Team, known for his decisive and efficient handling of affairs.

As he spoke, a trace of determination appeared on his slightly cold, sharp-featured face:

"Captain Wan, you don't need to say anything more; I must resolve this matter!

"It's not just the pressure from above; in just one month, that thing has already caused immense losses! Although the death toll is not high, the threat of that thing is undoubtedly increasing day by day!"

"But..." Lu Tianxu's words clearly left Wan Chengyu not knowing how to refute, but he still countered:

"Do you know what you are doing? Using it could potentially cause consequences even more severe than this!

I know the laboratory has already provided a risk assessment, and the probability of it going out of control is not high, but..."

Wan Chengyu paused, his expression becoming incomparably grave,

"Do you understand? Once it goes out of control, it could cause a 'γ'-level... no, even an 'Ω'-level crisis!"

Ω-level, also called "Omega"-level, was a Meme Contamination crisis of civilizational concepts; to this day, they could be counted on one hand.

And every single one had been suppressed only after paying a huge toll in casualties, and some even had effects that had not been completely eliminated to this day.

"..." Lu Tianxu sighed, sat down, and lit a cigarette:

"Captain Wan, I think you, like me, are very clear about the current situation;

all kinds of Pollution and Phenomena are intensifying and becoming increasingly rampant!"

"I have a guess, regarding the 'Trend' from 5 years ago..."

Mentioning that bizarre tide five years ago, Wan Chengyu's expression changed instantly.

It was precisely because of that tide that he resigned from the police department, left his happy family, and joined the Processing Bureau.

"That tide was likely only the first wave."

Lu Tianxu exhaled a long puff of smoke and stated a fact that made one's expression change:

"Those incompetent researchers can't figure it out, nor can they perceive it. But I think, as an investigator fighting on the front lines, it's impossible for you not to have noticed, right?"

Hearing this, Wan Chengyu rubbed his thumb against his finger and remained silent.

Seeing this, Lu Tianxu smiled, then his expression turned solemn, and he said coldly:

"We must come up with a solution now! In extraordinary times, we must use extraordinary means!"

Lu Tianxu said slowly and firmly:

"We must gradually, step by step, loosen the restrictions on anomalous items and contaminated objects! Even if it means risking our lives, we must explore them and utilize them!"

"Otherwise, perhaps in a few years, perhaps in only a few months, we will be completely swallowed by one bizarre tide after another!"

"Listen!" As he spoke, he suddenly tilted his ear, and a trace of fear actually appeared on his face.

"Whoosh, whoosh... whoosh, whoosh!"

What he spat out was clearly an awkward, strange-sounding onomatopoeia, yet Wan Chengyu looked as if he had heard a 'death knell,' his face turning slightly pale.

"Yes, that's right! The sound of that tide is surging right outside the Defense Line we worked so hard to build! It is becoming more and more powerful, more and more ferocious!"

"Stop pretending you can't hear it, Wan Chengyu!"