The sharp glass pierced the other's forehead but didn't go in deep. Xu Mo didn't stop. With all his strength, he covered the other's mouth with his left hand and threw them to the ground. The opponent's body writhed violently, but Xu Mo pulled the sharp object out and plunged it back in, stabbing repeatedly until the opponent began twitching, their resistance weakening, and gradually, all movement ceased. Xu Mo looked at the unrecognizable face, his body and arms trembling slightly. Suppressing the churning in his stomach, he dragged the corpse away from the bedroom door, then found another sheet to cover it. He cleaned up the bloodstains left on his clothes and the floor. After finishing all this, Xu Mo leaned against the old sofa, gasping for breath, his arms still trembling slightly. The dangers of this world left him feeling somewhat haunted. "The Underworld!" Xu Mo muttered softly, only now finding the time to examine his own memories. He learned that the world he lived in was an underground realm. In the original host's memories, there was a complete void about the world above, knowing only that the surface world was dominated by powerful figures. For instance, the munitions factory where his parents worked is said to be headed by a prominent figure from the upper world, with numerous factories in the underground world serving the needs of the surface world. However, unlike the original host, he doesn't believe that the upper world is filled with big shots—it's simply a realm where those capable of controlling underground resources can also hold significant influence. As for the original owner, they worked at Lord Batu's department store. In the underworld, order is extremely chaotic; otherwise, events like today's wouldn't have occurred.
"Parallel universe, or other cosmic civilizations?" Xu Mo thought to himself. Humanity is so insignificant in the face of the universe, and our exploration of the universe is merely a drop in the ocean. Even if there are other different cosmic civilizations, Xu Mo wouldn't be surprised. As Xu Mo sorted through the original owner's memories, he found that the original owner's understanding of the world was pitifully limited, with his cognition confined to his immediate surroundings. This immediate area was his entire world. "Hmm?" At this moment, Xu Mo suddenly heard a noise, which seemed to be coming towards him. Soon, the sound of ascending stairs could be heard, and many could still distinctly hear the sound of panting. "Xu Mo!" a worried voice called from outside. The slightly ajar door was pushed open, and a woman dressed in a beige dress, panting heavily, entered the room. Behind her, a group of people walked in at a leisurely pace, scanning the room with sharp gazes. The woman let out a cry of surprise upon seeing the situation in the room, covering her mouth with her right hand and trembling slightly. "Xu Mo." Seeing Xu Mo huddled in front of the sofa, she felt a pang of pain in her heart, and tears streamed down her face. "Miss Mia." Xu Mo called out when he saw the woman, who was the daughter of his boss, Mr. Batu. In the original owner's memory, Miss Mia was beautiful and kind, and she had a beautiful voice, singing very well. The original owner had always had a crush on Miss Mia, but he was very insecure in her presence and didn't dare to say much. "I'm sorry, I'm too late," Mia said with a heavy heart, unable to imagine what Xu Mo had gone through. "I'm from the law enforcement team. Do you remember what happened? Who is the killer?" The man who came with Mia squatted down to examine the corpse and asked Xu Mo. Xu Mo recalled the chaotic memories in his mind, shook his head, and said with some confusion, "I have a headache. I seem to have forgotten." The man glanced at Xu Mo's head, which bore a prominent wound still stained with blood. It was truly a miracle that he had survived. "Can't you remember anything? What do you know about your parents' death? Did you offend anyone?" The other person continued, "This is very important for the investigation. You also want to find the killer, right?" Xu Mo pretended to be recalling something, then, as if feeling uncomfortable, he covered his head and shook his head, saying, "I don't know, I can't remember." The man laughed carelessly and got up without continuing the interrogation. "We'll take the body away, and we'll investigate the matter later." After the others entered the room, they briefly scanned the area before lifting the body out. They didn't ask for Xu Mo's permission. These people were all from the law enforcement team. The underground world was not completely without order, but ordinary people were in a miserable situation. Xu Mo glanced at the person who spoke, who didn't even bother to put on a perfunctory act. However, this was expected. The order of the underground world was established by those 'big shots'. The president of the arms factory must have great power in the underground world, otherwise how could he dare to enter a house and kill people so brazenly. Moreover, Xu Mo knew that the original owner's parents had visited the law enforcement team before their death, but he was unaware of what exactly transpired there, so naturally he didn't dare to say anything. Xu Mo didn't stop them, nor did he have the ability to do so. Besides, he couldn't even dispose of the corpses, let alone one that he had killed himself. In the bedroom, the youngest child leaned out half-way to watch everything, sobbing softly, but seemingly trying his best to hold back, reaching out with his little hand to wipe away the tears that had flowed. "Yao'er." Upon seeing this, Xu Mo walked over and hugged Yao'er into his arms, watching as she carried the corpse out. The person who had interrogated before looked at Mia and smiled, saying, "Thank you, Miss Mia, for your hard work. We'll go back to investigate now." "Please," Mia bowed, tears still streaming down her face. The innocent-looking girl seemed unaware that the other party was merely going through the motions. After they left, Mia looked at Xu Mo, who was holding the girl. She didn't know how to comfort him. At eighteen, she had never seen such a tragic scene before. "Are you injured?" Mia walked up and noticed a wound on Xu Mo's head, along with traces of blood.
"Xu Mo, I'll take you to see a doctor," Mia said nervously. "No need, the wound has already healed, and I haven't felt any discomfort," Xu Mo replied. In fact, the original owner had already died due to the trauma to the head. "Miss Mia, how did you end up here?" Xu Mo asked. "My dad said he heard some news on the black market and told me after returning. I went to the law enforcement team first, but I arrived too late. I'm sorry," Mia said with her head down. "Master Batu." In Xu Mo's memory, Mr. Batu was the exact opposite of Miss Mia. He was a greedy, cunning, and mercenary fat man. He had always been puzzled as to how Mr. Batu could have such a kind and beautiful daughter as Mia. "Okay." Mia nodded. "Xu Mo, you take Yaor and follow me. It's not safe here." She was worried that those people wouldn't let Xu Mo go. Xu Mo recalled the previous scene. The group of attackers had indeed no intention of sparing him, nor even Yao'er. Afterwards, he fell down, and he didn't know why Yao'er was unharmed. Now that 'he' is still alive, staying here may indeed be dangerous. Glancing at the girl in his arms, Xu Mo didn't reject Mia's proposal and nodded. Xu Mo lived in a dilapidated building. The doors to the other floors were tightly shut. When they arrived at the downstairs, Xu Mo took a glance at the area. The closely packed dilapidated buildings resembled cages, stretching as far as the eye could see, with an extremely dense population. There was no sky and no sunlight here, leaving Xu Mo feeling oppressed. The girl in Xu Mo's arms tightly hugged his neck and lay on his shoulder. Xu Mo's parents worked in an arms factory, so they were seldom at home. Most of the time, Xu Mo took care of his younger sister. The two siblings could be said to have relied on each other for survival all along. Therefore, the girl was particularly close to Xu Mo and listened to him very obediently. "Brother, will Mom and Dad come back?" the girl asked in a low voice, her eyes misty with tears. "When Yaor grows up, Mom and Dad will come back," Xu Mo whispered softly, wrapping his right arm around the girl's head. "Then, grow up quickly, Yao'er," the girl said innocently. Mia wiped away her tears on the side, not looking at Xu Mo and the girl, and led the way ahead. Xu Mo followed behind, carrying Yao'er in his arms. "It's too tragic." "I just saw the law enforcement team drag away three people, all of whom were beaten to death." "Don't talk nonsense. Mind your own mouth." There were whispers in the corner, indicating that many people had already learned about what had happened at Xu Mo's house. However, no one dared to meddle or even discuss it. "Hmm?" These voices penetrated Xu Mo's ears. He felt that his perception had indeed become stronger. The voices of these people were not loud, but he could actually hear them clearly. Was this a difference in this world? If there are different civilizations in the universe, humans should also exhibit differences. As he continued to walk forward, Xu Mo sensed this difference. Soon, he showed a strange expression, paused for a moment, suddenly became nervous, and glanced around. Someone is following us! He could sense that someone was following him, but couldn't pinpoint the exact location. The pedestrians coming and going didn't seem unusual. Could it be that the perpetrator returned after leaving? "What's wrong?" Mia asked when she saw Xu Mo stop and turn around. "Nothing." Xu Mo continued walking forward, but the feeling of being followed remained, it didn't disappear, which kept his heart on edge. The two walked out of this residential area, passed through several streets, and arrived at another area, which resembled a commercial street. Batu's department store was located here. In Xu Mo's impression, Batu Laoye belonged to the evil capitalist exploiting class, and the environment here was indeed much better than that in Xu Mo's place. The feeling of being tracked also disappeared at this moment, which made Xu Mo slightly relieved.