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The rustling sound was very faint, as if a mouse were scurrying, or sothing snatching at food.
Yan Junze turned his head and looked towards the balcony.
To get to the balcony from the master bedroom, one had to pass through the living room’s bathroom and then push open the balcony door.
However, at this mont, the balcony door was open.
After a brief thought, he walked over and arrived at the glass sliding door to the balcony. He didn’t step out imdiately but first checked the weather tonight.
Just as he suspected, there were heavy clouds piled up, not a trace of the moon in sight, and no moonlight shining through.
If it weren’t for the streetlights outside, he might have needed to turn on a flashlight to see the balcony’s decor at this mont.
He stepped out slowly onto the balcony, his gaze fixed on a man crouched with his back to him.
The man wore only a pair of shorts, bare-chested and barefoot, crouching in front of a row of flower pots planted with vegetation, from where the rustling sounds were coming.
From Yan Junze’s perspective, it was clear that the man, although not seeming especially fat, still had enough flesh to show off rolls of fat as he crouched there, looking as if he were wrapped with a lifebuoy around his stomach.
Who else could this be if not Yan He?
Not sleeping, instead crouching outside on the balcony at this hour, fiddling with the flower pots. No normal person would do such a thing.
So, it was highly probable that, like the people inside the house, he too had encountered a strangeness.
Yan Junze didn’t call out to him but just stood at the entrance to the balcony and stared at him for a mont, then tiptoed back into the living room.
Crouched before the flower pots, Yan He now held the soil in his hands, his eyes pitch-black, slowly bringing it to his mouth, taking a deep breath, and then chanically putting the soil into his mouth.
One bite at a ti, he chewed unhurriedly.
After returning to the room, Yan Junze didn’t enter Old Yan’s bedroom but went to the sofa in the living room and sat in the shadow by the corner of the wall.
From this position, unless soone ca close and looked carefully, it was very difficult to spot him sitting in the corner’s shadow.
After sitting down, Yan Junze composed himself slightly.
Now that the whole family was showing abnormalities, if it were a Possession Spirit, then the horror of this Possession Spirit was probably far beyond Yan Junze’s imagination. Moreover, the attachnts were sudden, suggesting that it was probably not as simple as just one.
Once seated, Yan Junze began to wrack his brains in thought.
Since he had walked into this house, each person had shown so manner of strange behavior, so more and so less. It was only because Yan He had co back later that it wasn’t apparent.
But by the ti night fell, everyone had changed.
Hmm, everyone?
Yan Junze suddenly paused. He took down the cara he had on his chest, removed the mory card inside, walked over to the decorative cabinet in the living room, stopped the cara that was recording, and looked around the room for a mont.
Then, Yan Junze entered the bathroom next to the kitchen, closed the door, and locked it.
Next, he inserted the mory card taken from the cara into the camcorder. The screen showed that it was reading data.
After reading the data, Yan Junze opened the file on the mory card and searched for a mont, muted the volu, and then began to play the video just recorded.
The cara started recording from the mont he lay down on the bed in Old Yan’s room.
Yan Junze rembered being very careful when he turned over in bed; he was afraid of dislodging the direction of the cara.
The video started playing from the mont he laid down on the bed. Since the cara was worn on his chest, it looked a bit like a first-person perspective.
In the video, after lying down, he placed his phone on the bedside table, then quietly closed his eyes.
At that ti, he hadn’t paid attention to how much ti had passed.
But according to the video, it was 5 minutes and 41 seconds after the recording started that his hand suddenly raised, covering the cara for a second, and then reached for the phone on the bedside table the next second.
"Hm?"
Yan Junze’s brows furrowed as he stared at the actions of himself in the video.
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What’s going on?
He rembered lying down without moving, only fully opening his eyes and picking up the phone after he suddenly noticed the screen lighting up.
But at this mont, the video showed his right hand slowly reaching toward the phone and then lighting up the screen.
Looking from the direction of the cara, the fra was a bit tilted, but still visible. And when the phone lit up, showing a screen that required a password, Yan Junze’s hand hesitated.
About two or three seconds later, his index finger reached out and tapped several tis on the phone screen.
"Password incorrect, you have 4 attempts left" text prompt imdiately popped up.
The hand that was reached out snapped back quickly, and the next second, his own body moved.
Awake!
"Damn it!"
Seeing this scene, Yan Junze felt a chill spread throughout his body, feeling as if none of his limbs belonged to him at that mont.
He had never expected that he had been asleep at the ti, and that shortly after he had fallen asleep, sothing unusual happened—it was as if soone controlled his body, lit up the phone on the bedside table, and even entered the password incorrectly.
All along, Yan Junze had only thought there was sothing odd about the family in this house, but he did not expect that on his first night here, he too would be subjected to an unknown control.
The mont just then was very short, and only his right hand acted unconsciously. He believed it was not possible for a Possession Spirit to have attached itself to him, perhaps... there was so other unknown reason?
The mont he realized the phone password was incorrect, he felt no abnormalities, truly just shutting his eyes for a while, without any discomfort.
But this room...
Yan Junze lifted his head, feeling as if every corner of the room was no longer safe, as though hiding a strangeness undetectable even by the Spaceti Atlas, lurking sowhere, ready to move at any mont, controlling everyone.
After he involuntarily glanced around the corner of the bathroom, footsteps ca from outside the door.
The sound was similarly of bare feet on the floor, heavy.
After a while, a silhouette slowly passed by outside the glass door of the bathroom.
With a bit of a belly, slightly overweight, it was Yan He who had been squatting on the balcony just before.
Through the glass door, it was clear to see that his way of walking was just as strange, standing with a straight back, hands hanging stiff at his sides, his feet as if weighted with lead, dragging along the ground.
He quickly passed by the front of the bathroom, and from the sound of it, he entered the master bedroom and there was no more noise.
One could guess that he probably went back to lie down in bed.
Yan Junze had not seen Yan He eat dirt, so he had no idea that when Bao Yunjing awoke early the next morning and saw her husband’s mouth full of dirt, she would be utterly terrified.
From his point of view, the eerie scenes in this house seed to have co to an end for the evening. Not only the Yan family mbers, but even himself, a newcor of just one day, had experienced abnormalities to so extent.
"No mission prompt, there’s been no mission prompt."
He muttered to himself quietly.
It couldn’t be a problem with the Spaceti Atlas, and given the abnormal behavior of this family, it was hard for Yan Junze to believe it had nothing to do with strangeness.
But what was the cause of the current situation?
"There is strangeness, definitely strangeness!"
Yan Junze whispered to himself.
The next second, his eyes slightly brightened as he imdiately accessed the Atlas in his mind, using Different Dinsion Energy to activate the "Perception of Strange Events".
In the instant the function was activated, in just under two seconds, a mission information was rapidly detected and popped up.
Just one glance at the content of the mission, especially the mission level, Yan Junze’s face imdiately turned pale, as he involuntarily read out loud.
"Mission level: Terrified (dium)."
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