"If nothing had changed in this world... then my home should be here." Jiu Ming looked at the building before him with utter helplessness. How should he put it? His heart was full of what the hell. Why did it really exist—and why was it exactly the same as in his memories?!
"And what if something had changed?" Haruhi shot Jiu Ming a sidelong glance.
"Uh, right. Judging by the exterior, this is definitely my home!" Jiu Ming nodded. "But whether there's really another me inside... I can't guarantee that."
"Won't we know if we take a look? Why so much nonsense?" As Haruhi spoke, she impatiently headed over, about to knock on the door.
"Wait a second!" Jiu Ming quickly grabbed Haruhi. "There's no one inside."
"Huh?" Haruhi twisted around in confusion, her wrist caught in Jiu Ming's hand. "Isn't this your home?"
"This isn't my home now, and who says there has to be someone here?" Jiu Ming said. He had already swept the entire place with a Gap just now. Clearly, there wasn't a single person inside. If nothing unexpected had happened, then perhaps the frail "him" from before his death had been hospitalized again?
"No one is even better. We can go in and have a look."
With a wave of her little hand, Haruhi made another decision. Jiu Ming's mouth twitched slightly. He looked around—how should he put it? Just their whole group coming here had already drawn enough attention, and now they were going to break into someone's home?
If someone called the police, then today really would become a disaster day for the police. With a light sigh, Jiu Ming casually walked to the door and twisted it. Silently, the securely locked door was effortlessly opened by Jiu Ming.
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