Chapter 417: Chapter 316: The Back (Part 2)_2
Yan Junze wiped his mouth with a paper towel he grabbed from the table and cleaned his hands before standing up.
“You guys sit tight; stay together, I’m going to the bathroom,” he said.
Everyone watched him enter the bathroom, after which Yan Junze locked the door from the inside, and no sound was heard.
After he was done, he didn’t leave the bathroom imdiately. If the previous assumption was correct—that Si Nannan and Si Dehua had eaten the pizza and then encountered the strangeness—then having eaten the pizza himself, he should also encounter the strangeness now.
All that remained was to see when it would show up; most importantly, he needed a private space to make the phenonon manifest quickly.
Thus, Yan Junze remained standing in the bathroom, facing the mirror, occasionally checking his phone for ti, and from ti to ti, through the mirror, checking behind himself.
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Ten minutes quickly passed, but throughout he didn’t turn around, simply opting to observe behind him through the reflection in the mirror.
However, there was nothing behind him.
Could it be that it wasn’t due to the pizza?
Yan Junze was sowhat perplexed.
Still, he didn’t turn around to look directly; after checking once again in the mirror, he opened the bathroom door and walked out.
Seeing him co out, everyone in the living room looked up and towards him.
But soon, they couldn’t help but shift their gazes, expressions turning to surprise as they looked behind Yan Junze.
Yan Junze faltered, stopping in his tracks as he noticed the expressions of horror on the faces of those looking behind him.
“Did it appear?” Yan Junze asked calmly.
All of them nodded.
It was now certain that the strangeness could only be seen with the naked eye and would not reflect in the mirror, which was why he couldn’t tell whether it had appeared by looking into the mirror.
The thought of having a double standing right behind him, an exact copy facing away, was intriguing, and a strong curiosity arose in him, giving him the urge to turn around and take a look.
“Don’t follow ,” he told everyone.
Without any delay, he stepped backward toward the bathroom he had just exited, and as he moved back, the strangeness behind him, in actuality, walked forward, always keeping less than a ter’s distance from him.
Walking backward into the bathroom, the door closed behind him.
Only then did the people in the living room co back to their senses, looking at each other with frightened faces, not knowing what to do.
“It’s okay; he’ll figure it out. He’s an exorcist,” Huahua kept reassuring herself.
Although none of them had the mory of the strangeness seeking a doppelganger from the last rewind, everyone could guess that one must not turn around at this mont, as the behavior of the mysterious entity was very peculiar, and turning around would surely lead to unexpected events.
Of course, if Huahua were to witness what happened in the bathroom the next second, he might be so angry he’d spit blood.
In the bathroom, Yan Junze first checked the mirror and, as expected, saw nothing, but he was confident that the creature was right behind him.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Junze began to turn around…
At the sa ti, the mysterious entity mimicking Yan Junze also started to turn its head, the speed of its movent matching his identically.
As he had already observed the entire process of Si Nannan turning around, Yan Junze knew very well that the entity was also turning to look at him.
So, as his head turned partway, he stopped. At this angle, even the periphery of his vision could catch sight of a person standing behind him who had also partially turned their head toward him.
Wearing the sa clothes, keeping the sa posture as he turned his head.
Yan Junze could even faintly make out half of the other’s side profile.
The expression on that side profile was exactly like the fake Si Nannan’s: an eerie, barely there smile. Only now, that smile belonged to Yan Junze.
When Yan Junze stopped turning, the other stopped as well.
And then, Yan Junze unleashed the Black Spirit Mallet.
He didn’t believe the impostor could mimic a mallet out of thin air.
Thud!
The surprise hit, due to the close distance, the unpredictability, and Yan Junze’s precision, landed solidly on the fake Yan Junze’s head, leaving an indelible mark of the mallet’s texture on that sinisterly smiling side profile.
At the mont of impact, the fake Yan Junze was completely baffled, still maintaining its head-turning posture while the real Yan Junze had not only turned his head but also completely turned his body around.
After the first blow, hits from the Black Spirit Mallet rained down like a torrential downpour.
And the target was all aid at that smile which Yan Junze found so disgustingly creepy, pretending to be mysterious, and was actually nauseating.
Instantly, the fake Yan Junze’s cheeks vanished, revealing another man’s face that had never been seen before. However, that face too was unclear at the mont as the muscles of the cheek twisted and the skin clumped together under the incessant battering of the mallet, creating turbulent ripples.
What was most important was that the strange entity had never anticipated that in this situation, it could be injured by a physical weapon.
And to add to its confusion, the stunning woman who had previously threatened it with a mighty weirdness pressure had left the room; nobody here should have been able to threaten it anymore, so what was with this unremarkable young man wielding a mallet?
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