Chapter 439 Three Living Spirits (1)
Under such circumstances, Yan Junze knew that it was impossible for him to fall asleep.
If you can fall asleep sitting on the sofa, and in the current environment, you must be tricked.
The street lights outside the yard shone in through the curtains, the lights were dim, and his vision was blurred, but he could still distinguish the two eyes with only white eyes on the other end of the coffee table.
While seeing this scene, the surrounding temperature began to drop significantly.
Yan Junze didn't move for the time being, letting those terrifying eyes stare at him, his nose moved slightly, and he smelled a faint smell of blood.
He squinted at the ground, and soon found that there was a dark pattern on the ground not far from the coffee table, which seemed to be left by the liquid soaking there.
Probably blood.
This pool of blood was not found when he entered the room just now, but Yan Junze remembered it very clearly. He observed carefully and never saw any blood on the ground, but now with the night coming.
Actually, he was not sure whether the eyes with only whites in front of him could really see himself.
Although he himself opened his eyes, he only squinted slightly and did not move, as if he was still sleeping.
The heart in his chest was beating vigorously, not in a hurry, providing himself with a steady stream of stabilizing force.
He suddenly thought of a question. Perhaps, the woman at the end of the coffee table didn't know that she was awake at all, but thought that the magnetic field she emitted that made people fall asleep was still working.
After Yan Junze saw this woman, mission information flashed in his mind almost simultaneously.
However, after seeing the text of this mission message, he became a little confused.
Regarding the motives of this woman's weird behavior, it is actually not very special. The hide-and-seek incident brought about great changes to her during her lifetime, so it has always been like this after her death.
Just play hide-and-seek with her once and not be caught by her.
For Yan Junze, this is a relatively simple task, the only difference is that the woman's weird level is a little higher, she should be a sculpting spirit, which makes the level of this task "creepy (medium.
"Is it a creepy task?" Yan Junze was a little puzzled.
In his opinion, a three-star spirit remover like Xiao Mo can handle creepy missions. If it is really impossible to subdue the opponent, it is no problem to get out and leave.
So it's impossible that the three-star spirit remover named Gu Dekang would be planted here, and he couldn't even send a distress signal.
And now not only that, even the strongest four-star spirit remover in the Aries District is also trapped there. Is this just because of this "creepy (middle mission?
Too many doubts came to mind, Yan Junze also noticed that the task reminded that this woman could be locked.
At present, it seems that this woman's slightly special ability that people cannot guard against may be the weird magnetic field that made me sleepy just now.
But it's not limited to this.
In the mission, her real name was Zhuang Wenhui, but she didn't say the cause of her death.
After staring closely at Yan Junze at the end of the coffee table for a few minutes, Zhuang Wenhui started to move again. She slowly stretched out her head completely, and the long hair on both sides of her cheeks slipped down, covering her entire face almost completely.
Immediately, two thin hands stretched out, supported the coffee table, and then climbed up the coffee table.
The clothes on her body are a bit tattered, and you can see that the meat inside the tatters is also rotten, and some of the rotten meat has formed holes, and you can almost see the opposite side.
Limbs twisted, Zhuang Wenhui climbed onto the coffee table, leaned forward with both arms, and leaned her upper body towards Yan Junze who was "still sleeping".
The chubby head approached, and the eyes under the long hair "observed" Yan Junze's eyes, nose, and mouth at close range...
Said she was observing, but the woman seemed unable to see at all. Her nose sniffed, from Yan Junze's face, neck, and body.
Yan Junze kept squinting his eyes, taking this opportunity to look at her as well.
Because of being covered by long hair, with Zhuang Wenhui's movement, he could see the woman's face clearly.
Zhuang Wenhui's face should have been beautiful before she was alive, but now she may have been disfigured, her eyes have no eyelids, the tip of her nose has been cut off neatly, and the two nostrils on the nasal bone can be seen at a glance, and her upper lip is also turned up. However, it is not born with deformities, it should also be caused by violence, and the pores passing through the lips can also be seen.
Yan Junze's psychological endurance is already extremely strong now. Even if such a face touches him at close range and keeps sniffing around him, he still doesn't express anything.
But the surrounding chill was even stronger.
Now Yan Junze knows that the chill around the body of the weird with deep obsession or resentment in his heart is much stronger than that of ordinary weird. And obviously, Zhuang Wenhui in front of him was like this.
On this point, I don't care about the level of the weird strength, it is purely related to the encounters in life and the grievances formed after death.
"Isn't it, it's your turn to hide?"
At this moment, Yan Junze suddenly spoke.
While speaking, he still sat like this without moving.
Zhuang Wenhui was startled, and immediately distanced herself from him, the whites of her eyes turning back and forth in surprise.
But she quickly realized that there was a hoarse voice in her throat, she didn't say anything, turned around and jumped onto the coffee table, then jumped to the ground, tiptoed, and rushed into the bedroom.
Looking at her appearance, Yan Junze said to himself: "When he died, he should not be more than fifteen years old."
Seeing that Zhuang Wenhui ran into the bedroom, it was obvious that she was hiding in the bedroom, but Yan Junze knew very well that playing hide-and-seek with her would definitely not be that simple, otherwise the two spirit eliminators would never end up here.
He stood up, adjusted his clothes, released the black spirit umbrella, and used it as a walking stick in his hand.
Actually, with Yan Junze's semi-spiritual strength now, it is very easy to deal with Suling.
But this may not necessarily save Cao Heng, nor can it eliminate Zhuang Wenhui's obsession.
So far, there are many doubts about the whole thing here. He must eliminate the other party's obsession and find out what is the reason.
A spirit-shaping level monster can trap a three-star and a four-star spirit remover here, and also cut off the rescue of other spirit removers. This is indeed incredible!
Using the black spirit umbrella to support the ground, he slowly came to the door of the bedroom, and then Yan Junze pressed the switch of the bedroom.
As he imagined, there was no reaction.
He took out the flashlight, turned it on, and took a look around the bedroom, looking carefully.
The closet door is closed and the bathroom door is open, but the quilt on the bed has completely covered the sheets and pillows.
He still remembered that when he entered here just now, part of the quilt was lifted, which was not like this.
Walking into the bedroom, Yan Junze deliberately opened the closet door to have a look, and said to himself, "It's not in the closet."
Close the closet door, shine the flashlight into the bathroom, look at it for a while, and then say: "It's not hidden in the bathroom either, it's strange, where can I go?"
At this moment, the quilt on the bed could be clearly seen moving.
As a result, some of the "objects" covered by the quilt were revealed. Yan Junze took a flashlight and was stunned for a moment.
The head of a man exposed was not Zhuang Wenhui who ran into the house just now.
Yan Junze had seen this man in the photo before, and if he remembered correctly, it should be Zhou Wenfei himself.
At this moment, Zhou Wenfei's face was pale and bloodless, and the blood flowing out of the left eye socket had solidified, and it seemed that the eyeball might be gone.
Seeing him like this, it's already more or less ominous.
But Yan Junze also knew very well that Zhuang Wenhui was still covered under the quilt, but he was not going to lift the quilt.
Now I only see Zhou Wenfei, and Gu Dekang and Cao Heng are missing. Before the matter is fully understood, we can't act rashly.
Obviously, Zhuang Wenhui was waiting for her to go over and lift the quilt.
In this way, he would not do this.
Sometimes, the weird obsession hide-and-seek is very simple to say, but if it can be completed like this, this is not a "creepy (medium task level.
As long as you find the weirdness, you can win, which is easier than the [washing hair] task when you first met Ke'er, why can't it be the level of "fear"?
So, if you find Zhuang Wenhui at this time, you may lose instead.
Yan Junze returned to the bedroom door, hid himself behind the bedroom door, then put his lips to the crack of the door and said to the outside of the living room: "Zhuang Wenhui, I found you, you are under the quilt on the bed. You lost, now it's you Find me!"
The quilt on the bed began to squirm, and about four or five seconds later, a black head emerged from the quilt, with long hair falling down.
Zhuang Wenhui's figure crawled out from under the quilt, looked left and right, but she didn't see Yan Junze's figure, but she was very excited. She immediately hunched over, tiptoed, and trotted out of the living room.
Yan Junze saw her enter the living room through the gap, and immediately looked for him everywhere. From time to time, he lay on the long decorative cabinet and looked behind the wall, and from time to time, he got into the corner behind the air conditioner, and then the corner of the sofa near the coffee table.
A moment later, Zhuang Wenhui ran into the kitchen on tiptoe.
Yan Junze immediately walked out from behind the bedroom door, instead of leaving the bedroom, he came to the closet, opened the closet, got in and squatted down, and then carefully closed the closet door.
At the moment before closing the door, he said again: "Zhuang Wenhui, can't you find me?"
At the door of the kitchen, Zhuang Wenhui's excited figure reappeared, looking around.
In the subconscious mind, one after another incoherent pictures flashed.
…
"Wenhui, Wenhui..."
In the dark and narrow corridor, a middle-aged man with a height of 1.8 meters and a slightly fat build walked slowly, holding a pair of blood-stained iron tongs.
The man had a beard, and even the beard was partially stained with blood at the moment. He was wearing a white short-sleeve and spacious brown breeches, and a pair of rubber boots under his feet.
At this moment, there are scarlet blood spots on the clothes and pants.
While walking, he said: "You have to hide well, don't let me find you so quickly!"
In a room away from the corner of the corridor where the man was, this is a relatively large bedroom, but the inside is stinky and filthy.
The girl in the closet squatted inside, trembling all over, the man's voice, heart-touching footsteps and heavy panting came from her ears.
She knew that the man had come outside the room.
Zhuang Wenhui's face turned pale with fright, and she stretched out her hands to cover her mouth, but then her face twitched violently, and severe pain came from her mouth again, so painful that she almost cried out.
Let go of your hand, and you can see that the lips have been pierced by something hard, and you can see the gums. As the wound opened, blood gushed out, and even several teeth on the upper gum could be seen missing.
The door of the room was pushed open, and the footsteps that made Zhuang Wenhui palpitate sounded again.
"Wenhui, are you hiding here?" The man's voice was very calm, "I knew you liked it here, and you can't forget your mother. You subconsciously hide in your mother's bedroom. But you forgot Is it? Your mother...is dead!"
As the words came out, the sound of the man's footsteps in the room was getting closer and closer to the big bed that no one had ever slept on.
From the horizontal bar of the wardrobe vent, Zhuang Wenhui covered her mouth fiercely, allowing the wound to rupture and blood to flow from her fingers, she insisted on remaining silent.
She stared fixedly at the man holding the iron tongs outside, her body trembling, and because of panic, her eyes were already filled with tears, which were crystal clear and slowly slid down her cheeks one by one.
The man turned around in the bedroom, with a smile on his face all the time, and continued to speak.
"These few times of hide-and-seek, your performance disappointed me. I was disappointed yesterday, I was disappointed today, and maybe I will be disappointed tomorrow again, you little idiot! I raised you so big in vain!"
A tall black shadow blocked the little light that penetrated into the wardrobe.
Zhuang Wenhui maintained the posture of covering her lips, raised her head tremblingly, and saw the closet being slowly opened.
Exposing the face outside the closet that I am extremely disgusted, extremely fearful, and makes me feel extremely uncomfortable inside.
The man stretched out his big hand, grabbed Zhuang Wenhui's long hair, and dragged her out.
"ah-"
A scream came from his mouth.
This voice seemed to come from the deepest part of my heart, from clear to gradually becoming more and more blurred, and the memory fragments in my mind disappeared.
…
Standing on tiptoe and hunched over, Zhuang Wenhui quickly ran into the bedroom.
She looked around, jumped onto the bed lightly, and lifted the quilt.
Yan Junze, who was hiding in the closet at this time, could see clearly that Zhou Wenfei was the only figure on the bed, and he did not see the other two spirit eliminators.
Zhuang Wenhui quickly jumped out of bed, just in front of the closet.
Wow!
The door of the closet where Yan Junze was located was quickly opened. Zhuang Wenhui hooked her body and poked her head into the closet. A broken face under the long hair swayed under Yan Junze's eyes for a moment.
Zhuang Wenhui was very puzzled, because she didn't see anything. Except for clothes, there was no one hiding in the closet.
Yan Junze, who had turned on the semi-spiritual field and shielded other weird magnetic fields, was still sitting in the closet watching her silently without making any sound.
She could see that when Zhuang Wenhui lowered her head, her scalp seemed to be split, which should have been caused by a strong external force.
Watching all this thoughtfully, Yan Junze recalled the mission information and tried hard to guess the cause of Zhuang Wenhui's death.
Seeing that there was nothing in the wardrobe, Zhuang Wenhui became more curious and excited. She hadn't played such an addictive hide-and-seek for a long time. In her memory, she seemed to be dreaming all the time. A nightmare in which to fall forever.
A little spoiler, the three creatures are very important to all the weirdness of Yan Junze at present, and they will play a big role in the future.
(end of this chapter)