Chapter 72: Ding Mo's Inheritance

5:00 PM.

After Lu Tianxu finished asking, he seemed to have approved some kind of permission, and after a bout of jolting, Ding Mo,

returned to the familiar Isolation Zone.

In front of the luxurious "Hotel".

Looking at the other "patients" with their eccentric behaviors and bizarre clothing, Ding Mo felt a sense of familiarity for no reason.

Compared to those eerie Guaishou, they were clearly much more "lovable." It was just that they had suffered some mental trauma due to terrifying experiences.

Of course, excluding certain scum and perverts like Zhu Jie.

He went upstairs and returned to his room; the time had already reached evening.

After eating dinner, Ding Mo sat alone in the study, and with nothing better to do, he couldn't help but review the experiences of these two "Tasks."

First was the "Typewriter" task, which threw him and Chu Chenfeng into a hotel to perform some kind of eerie "role-playing Ritual."

In this experience, there were actually three points that Ding Mo cared about the most.

One was the reason why Chu Chenfeng used the Black Suitcase to trap him, only to end up trapping himself to death instead.

At the time, because time was tight and there were too many things to do, Ding Mo didn't have time to investigate too much. Thinking back on it later, however, it felt increasingly strange.

At the time, it was clearly he who had encountered a terrorist attack, but after he woke up later, it was Chu Chenfeng, who hadn't encountered the attack, who died.

How could this be?

There was likely something in this that Ding Mo hadn't noticed.

But now that he was no longer in that world, he was afraid he couldn't figure it out for the time being.

Ding Mo let out a breath and took a sip of water.

Then, there was the second point—Dong Xiaoyu's "mutation."

This point would likely have an answer after Lu Tianxu arranged for them to meet.

Next was the final point, and that was the "Curtain"!

Looking at the "temporary Task" assigned by the Processing Bureau this time, if not for it, Ding Mo was afraid that even having two lives wouldn't be enough to spend.

"This ability is very important; I must try my best to explore how to use it next."

Ding Mo's thumb pad tapped against the wall of the water glass.

He suddenly stood up.

Action speaks louder than words, and anyway, there was nothing to do now.

Ding Mo took a deep breath and pulled down the "Curtain."

Abnormal light waves appeared once again; only after Ding Mo observed carefully did he discover that this might be another form of light.

It was very strange; under the light waves, he actually saw another form of it with his naked eye.

"Do space-time and light... have some kind of inseparable relationship?" Ding Mo pondered.

"If that's the case."

His mind suddenly stirred, and his consciousness, like a stirring rod, violently shook the "Curtain"!

And at this moment, something unexpected happened!

The light waves on the surface of the transparent "Curtain" actually changed violently! Like pieces of gradient-colored paint... no!

That was a canvas!

Ding Mo was startled to find that he himself seemed to have signs of being erased!

He hurriedly stopped and retracted the "Curtain."

Soon, the anomaly disappeared.

Ding Mo checked his body, and only after confirming there were no abnormalities did he heave a sigh of relief.

However, while he felt lingering fear in his heart, he also became invigorated.

This showed that his usage was at least correct in its direction.

Next, he only needed to observe how the "Typewriter" used the "Curtain" to send them to other worlds,

and perhaps Ding Mo could completely master this ability!

By then, perhaps he would be able to return to the original, normal world...

Thinking of this, Ding Mo couldn't help but pace around the room.

But a moment later, he took a breath to calm himself down.

"The matter of teleporting between worlds hasn't even been settled yet, and I'm already thinking about returning to the original world."

One must know that even if one could master the ability to teleport between worlds, that and being able to return to the original world were two completely different things.

If "World Noise" was the navigation beacon for teleportation, then right now, he couldn't even hear the "World Noise" of his original world.

Sighing, Ding Mo sat back down.

But no matter what, only when the next Typewriter task came out would he have the opportunity to observe the "Curtain teleportation."

Time was passing.

Inside the Isolation Zone, Ding Mo's life returned to calm.

Room, cafeteria, the small park outside the Hotel; a three-point line.

Until one evening.

A package was delivered to Ding Mo's hands.

Rip—!

Slicing open the transparent binding tape, Ding Mo took out several items from inside.

It was a candle, a vanity mirror, and a full set of makeup supplies.

Looking at these items, Ding Mo recalled the note Zhang Yunfan had given him back then, and the information on it:

【I believe in you, Ding Mo.

But due to regulations, I still must ask:

Are you willing to just be imprisoned like this until you go insane?

Are you willing to keep experiencing infinite terror until you die?

Do you want to end all of this?

If you answered "no" to all three questions above in your heart, throw away the note immediately and pretend you never saw it!

If you answered "yes" to all of them, then:

Please, between midnight and 1:00 AM, turn off all the lights, doors, and windows in your room, stand a mirror on the table, and sit in front of it.

Then light a candle and apply makeup; do not stop until something unusual occurs.】

This seems to be some kind of urban legend?

"He should have no reason to harm me..." Ding Mo glanced at the time on his phone and sat before the table, waiting silently.

Back at that building, he had read this note after leaving Zhang Yunfan, then discarded it.

Otherwise, the Processing Bureau, which had searched his body when he fell unconscious later, would have discovered it long ago.

Moreover, this batch of materials he bought online had also been carefully inspected by the Processing Bureau.

If it weren't for the fact that there are inevitably mentally deranged men in the Isolation Zone, this makeup kit probably wouldn't have passed inspection.

Soon, it grew later and later. There were ten minutes left until midnight.

Ding Mo stood up to pull the curtains and close the door, then returned to the table to arrange the items according to the requirements.

Gazing at the mirror before him, which was clean enough to reflect his own appearance, Ding Mo waited a while longer.

Then he turned off all the lights.

Using a lighter to ignite the candle, in its dim, yellow candlelight, Ding Mo's face, cast in a sallow hue, appeared in the mirror along with the candle.

Other than that, the rest of the area in the mirror was pitch black, as if it were an infinite abyss of darkness.

Ding Mo was like a lonely soul in the abyss, illuminated by the candle.

With a soft sound, Ding Mo opened the makeup kit and began to apply makeup.

Awkwardly drawing his eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil, Ding Mo couldn't help but feel a sense of strangeness in his heart.

It was his first time using these things that only women generally use.

Time ticked away second by second; Ding Mo drew for a while and saw that his eyebrows had been drawn several times thicker,

so he put down the eyebrow pencil and began to apply powder.

As for the lipstick, God, spare him.

After fiddling for a while longer, looking at himself in the mirror with increasingly pale skin, Ding Mo suddenly noticed that the surroundings were becoming darker.

Has it come...

At one moment, Ding Mo suddenly discovered that "himself" in the mirror, already rendered unrecognizable by the makeup, had actually put down the rouge pad in his hand,

and was looking over at him outside the mirror!

"A newcomer, huh..." A woman's voice drifted out.

Then Ding Mo felt a wave of inexplicable dizziness; after recovering, he found that he was still sitting, but he had arrived in a pitch-black space at some point!

In the space stood a Chang Zhuo, with two figures sitting on either side of the Chang Zhuo, one blurry and one clear.

Besides them, there were other empty seats standing by the table, clearly prepared for the others.

And in front of the people currently attending the gathering, a burning candle was placed.

Ding Mo was no exception; he sat by the table, and on the tabletop beside his hand sat the white candle he had bought.

At this moment, those two people looked over.

The person sitting at the head of the Chang Zhuo, the only one whose face could be seen clearly, said to him:

"Hello, if it is convenient, please introduce yourself and state your inviter."

However, when Ding Mo looked closely, he discovered that what the person was wearing was actually the face he had just seen in the mirror,

that was the face he had created with makeup!