Chapter 148 Who is the weirdest? (The leader of the alliance, Saa, but added more in 1221)

  "If the password is entered incorrectly, there are 4 more chances."

   Seeing this line of words suddenly appear on the screen of the mobile phone, Yan Junze was startled suddenly, the hairs on his back stood on end, and he felt a coolness soaking through his whole body.

  He immediately got up and sat down, turned his head and looked around. Although it was relatively dark, he could still see things in the bedroom, and the surroundings were still very quiet, nothing unusual.

   Looked at the lit phone screen again, the line of characters was still there.

  Did someone move their phone just now? Also entered the wrong power-on password once.

  Yan Junze picked up the phone, unlocked it with his fingerprints, and flipped through it casually. There was nothing weird about it.

   And the most important thing is that until now, there is still no task reminder.

   I don’t know if it’s a problem with the mobile phone system, or there is something really wrong. Yan Junze held the phone in his hand and kept thinking about it.

   "Is this weird one really Buddhist? Without any obsession, the purpose here is purely to be amusing?"

  He was not at ease, so he simply got out of bed, opened the bedroom door lightly, and went outside the living room.

  On the row of elegant and exquisite decorative cabinets in the living room, the camera lens is aimed at half of the living room, and it is still running.

  Yan Junze stood in the room and looked around. The surrounding area was eerily quiet, and there was no sound.

  The light from the window came in a little, so that he could basically see the furnishings in the room clearly.

  The retracement was on as early as when he was lying in bed, and it started the cycle.

   Seeing that there was nothing unusual in the living room, Yan Junze was going to walk around the bathroom, kitchen, and balcony to look around.

  Just as she was about to walk around, she saw the door of Yan Wenwen's room move suddenly, and a crack opened, and one eye peeped through the crack.

  Yan Junze was startled, and walked over quickly, the eyes behind the crack of the door immediately receded and disappeared.

  Yan Junze didn't make a sound, walked to the door and opened it gently, and saw Yan Wenwen in light red pajamas standing at the door, staring at Yan Junze with some fear.

   "Wenwen?"

  Because Bao Yunjing had heard about strange things beforehand, Yan Junze was not sure whether Wenwen was normal at this moment, or something abnormal had happened.

  Yan Wenwen nodded, her eyes were bright, and she made a silent gesture to Yan Junze, which seemed normal.

   "Why haven't you slept yet?" Yan Junze lowered his voice.

Yan Wenwen carefully closed the bedroom door, pulled Yan Junze to the desk, then spoke, and said in a very small voice: "Brother Yan, everyone in this room is weird, including my parents, especially my mother, you must To save us."

   "Huh?" Yan Junze was stunned for a moment, "Didn't your mother invite me here because she felt something strange at home?"

  Actually, it was inconvenient for him to say it directly, but Bao Yunjing felt that other people in the family were weird, so she invited herself through Bao Jie's relationship.

Yan Wenwen seemed to be very afraid of being heard by someone, and she shook her head quickly when she heard this, and waved her hands in front of her chest again and again: "No, no, I asked my mother to report for the exorcist, and she said it did. But I applied two days ago After checking, there is no record of our report at all.”

   "Then you reported it later?" Yan Junze was surprised.

   "Well, then I reported it myself." Yan Wenwen nodded, "But I asked my father and mother, and they both said I reported it."

   "It's a bit strange!" Yan Junze said to himself, then looked at Yan Wenwen again, "You said your mother is weird, why is she weird? I feel normal."

  Yan Wenwen shook her head nervously, looked at the door of the bedroom, and then looked at her watch: "At half past twelve, every night at half past twelve, she will come over on time to... comb my hair."

   "Ah!" Yan Junze was taken aback.

   "Even if I was asleep, she would lie beside my bed and comb me. I was so frightened that I didn't dare to open my eyes." Speaking of this, Yan Wenwen began to tremble all over.

   "Just come to your room?" Yan Junze asked.

"No." Yan Wenwen shook her head, "all rooms, after combing my hair, she will go to grandpa's room. Sometimes I hear who she is talking to, but grandpa has too much amnesia, and has always been sleepy a lot, Except for waking up at five o'clock every morning, he will basically not be woken up by other things during this period."

  Yan Junze nodded and asked, "Did you just want to tell me this during the day?"

   "Yeah." Yan Wenwen said: "Mom is beside me, so I dare not speak."

"Okay, I know." Yan Junze looked at the time on his phone, and it was almost twelve o'clock, and said to Yan Wenwen, "What you were like before is still the same now. If your mother comes in to comb your hair, you still don't want to open your eyes. , endure. According to what you said, after she leaves from you, she will go to my side and wait for me to deal with it. "

   "Thank you Brother Yan, you must save us!" Yan Wenwen looked at him pitifully.

  After coming out of her room, Yan Junze had no intention of wandering around in other rooms. When he returned to Old Yan's room, the old man really dozed off a lot, and his snoring sound was so even that he didn't know anyone was walking around.

  Lie back on the bed, take out the phone and put it on the bedside table again, this time, Yan Junze doesn't plan to sleep again.

  He has to wait until 12:30 to see if what Yan Wenwen said is true. If Bao Yunjing's weirdness is bigger, this matter may be very complicated.

  Because up to now, Yan Junze has not received any reminder about the task.

   This made him wonder whether everything that happened now was caused by weirdness? is there any other reason?

time flies.

   Just as he was thinking hard, it was half past twelve.

   It can be known that in Yan Wenwen's bedroom next door, Yan Wenwen is definitely not asleep, but is waiting for her mother to come to comb her hair in fear.

   There was a bang, and there was the sound of the bedroom door being opened outside, followed by the sound of subtle footsteps, which disappeared after reaching the door next door, then the door opened, and then another sound of footsteps.

  Yan Junze didn't feel sleepy. In fact, he was very clear-headed at the moment, so he listened very carefully.

   At this time, Bao Yunjing should be combing her daughter's hair.

   "Damn it, just thinking about it makes me shudder." Yan Junze couldn't help shaking his head, feeling tired for a while.

  It’s like this every night, I don’t know what is the reason that Yan Wenwen can support until today.

   Not long after, there was another noise over there.

  Yan Junze quickly closed his eyes, and heard the door of the next room close, and a slight sound of footsteps came to the old Yan's bedroom.

  Old Yan was still sleeping soundly, without any reaction.

   After about ten seconds of silence, the bedroom door was pushed open.

  Yan Junze kept his eyes closed, pretending to be fast asleep, and adopted a sleeping position bent to the left, with one hand next to his head to ensure that he could react quickly when something happened.

  The moment he heard the footsteps entering the room, a creepy feeling inevitably crawled all over his body.

  The footsteps were not fast or slow, and there was no movement after entering the room, but listening to the sound, it seemed that they had walked to the middle of the bedroom.

   Waited for another two or three minutes, but there was no movement.

  Yan Junze couldn't help it anymore, his body didn't move, but his neck twisted slightly, then he narrowed his eyes and looked through the hazy light outside the window.

   In sight, a woman with disheveled hair and a red nightgown was standing at the foot of the bed, motionless, as if staring at the person lying on the bed.

  (end of this chapter)