Chapter 73: Mirror Organization

This is actually a secret gathering?

Realizing something, Ding Mo's pupils constricted slightly. After thinking for a moment, he said truthfully:

"My name is Ding Mo. The person who invited me should be considered Zhang Yunfan, only he is currently..."

"So that's how it is. Little Zhang has already..." The figure in the main seat fell silent upon hearing this.

Seeing that the other person also seemed to have dispelled their suspicion, Ding Mo then asked:

"Where is this place? And you all... what are you doing?"

These two people were very likely not from the same Isolation Zone, and perhaps not even from within any Isolation Zone at all!

Holding a private exchange gathering like this was strictly prohibited within the Processing Bureau!

If discovered, everyone present would likely be subjected to mandatory measures, one and all! Even those not in an Isolation Zone would be wanted by the entire world!

Was Zhang Yunfan actually a member of such an organization?

"You can call me Fei Xue," the figure in the main seat said.

Her voice sounded very gentle and magnetic, like a tender mother speaking to a child.

Beside Fei Xue, another figure in a seat also said:

"Greetings to you~ Apologies, it is inconvenient for me to reveal my name, but you may address me as the others do..."

"Guardian."

Guardian... Ding Mo scrutinized him carefully.

He discovered that his posture was very upright, sitting straight as a rod. A temperament similar to a soldier faintly emanated from him, yet it seemed somewhat different.

"Hello to you both." Ding Mo nodded, feeling slightly more relaxed at the same time.

These people did not look like particularly dangerous individuals.

"Ding Mo, as you can see, this is a gathering," Fei Xue introduced softly:

"We meet regularly to share news from various Isolation Zones, as well as news from outside the Isolation Zones."

So there really are people outside the Isolation Zones... Ding Mo said in a deep voice:

"Are you not afraid of being discovered by the Processing Bureau? This kind of private gathering is prohibited!"

"We have our own considerations regarding that, you need not worry." As Fei Xue spoke, her voice suddenly turned cold:

"As for the Processing Bureau, as the founder of this organization, I must be frank with you about our organization's goal!"

"Our goal is to..."

As a sentence tumbled out of her mouth, Ding Mo immediately clenched his hands tight.

The goal of these people was actually to "overthrow the Human Pollution Safety Handling Bureau"!

"If you cannot accept this, you may apply to withdraw right now. We will erase a portion of your memories... apologies, this is a necessary procedure."

Fei Xue seemed to feel she had been too severe, and her tone softened toward the end.

"..."

A silence fell within the dark space.

Only the flickering candlelight remained, as if narrating the budding ambition of that figure in the main seat!

Ding Mo let out a long breath and said:

"I am curious, on what basis can we overthrow the Processing Bureau?

"This is a world-class organization, possessing the most elite experts and scholars from every country in the world, as well as the most cutting-edge scientific technology!

"Not to mention they have also collected countless powerful anomalous items."

Ding Mo frowned and said:

"You are committing suicide!

"And now, you even want me to commit suicide with you!?"

Once these words were spoken, Fei Xue seemed somewhat angry, but she ultimately restrained herself. Instead, she said calmly:

"Not bad, Little Zhang did send over a decent talent."

At this moment, the Guardian also spoke up. He nodded slightly and said in a measured tone:

"Mr. Ding Mo, it is not a wise move to make rash judgments without understanding the full strength of an organization.

"Moreover, we provide guidance for newcomers here, which can help you survive during the 'Typewriter' tasks.

"As for the war with the Processing Bureau, according to my calculations, this is not an event that will occur in the short term.

"Compared to that, your best choice right now is to utilize the organization's experience and power to survive while executing tasks.

"According to my assessment, this is your most rational choice at present."

"Of course," having said this, the 'Guardian' seemed to turn slightly to the side and bowed slightly to Ding Mo with his hand over his chest:

"The Mirror Organization respects everyone's wishes; you may leave now.

"We can guarantee that the memory erasure process will not have any dangers, and the aftereffects will be equally minimal."

Such clear logic... Ding Mo did not reply immediately, but was secretly astonished in his heart.

He actually understood this logic as well, but he had hoped to use his previous reaction to learn more data and information about this organization.

Now it seemed that the people in this organization were all extraordinary.

These people were very intelligent; if they had the confidence to confront the Processing Bureau, and even the "launching a war" he mentioned earlier, it surely was not baseless talk or putting on a brave front.

Furthermore, the "Guardian" was absolutely right; joining the organization now held no harm for Ding Mo, it only required bearing some risks...

"Fine," Ding Mo agreed, then added:

"Just now, I heard you say that you have a way to increase the survival rate in tasks?"

Just as Ding Mo finished speaking, before he could receive a reply, the candlelight on the table flickered violently!

It was as if it were about to be extinguished.

"It is about time," Fei Xue said.

"Due to that city, the Processing Bureau has been active recently, so the formal gathering next Monday is canceled.

"It is estimated that it will only be able to continue next month.

"Please be prepared by then; it will be a very formal assembly..."

As his voice faded, Ding Mo noticed that the surroundings were becoming darker and darker, and the firelight was shrinking.

He still wanted to ask something,

such as "Do you all have to put on makeup like me before coming in?", or "What preparations do I need to make?", or even "What is the main content of your gatherings?".

But before he could speak, all the candles dimmed and were "blown" out by something unknown.

"... Uh!?"

In front of a vanity table, Ding Mo suddenly raised his head and discovered that he had already returned to his room.

The time had already reached 1:32 AM.

The flow of time in the gathering was also different from reality; Ding Mo felt it was slightly slower.

"Good grief, there is actually someone in the Isolation Zone secretly plotting to overthrow the Processing Bureau." Ding Mo had truly seen it all now.

If they were plotting an escape or a prison break, Ding Mo could still understand.

But overthrowing the Processing Bureau was likely no different from overthrowing a medium-sized country.

"God-like people," Ding Mo ultimately made this assessment.

He actually did not care much about the overthrowing, because the hope of "going home" was right before his eyes.

The next Task would be the key!

He had to survive, find a way to "teleport," and then return to his original, normal world!

Ding Mo lay down on the bed.

In the chaos, he seemed to dream of home, dreaming of the scallion pancakes, soft pumpkin pancakes, and pork dumplings his mother used to make.

He fell into a deep sleep.