Chapter 150 Old Yan

  Yan Junze never expected that Yan Wenwen standing here would look the same as Bao Yunjing just now.

  The moment he saw Yan Wenwen face to face, he was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he almost released the mallet and swung it over.

  However, in desperation, he still chose to retreat, one step back to the door of Mr. Yan's bedroom, another step back, and closed the door with his backhand.

  Yan Wenwen, who turned around, did not chase after her, but stared at Yan Junze with dark eyes, her mouth was slightly opened, and she was still talking non-stop, the scene was extremely weird!

   After closing the door, Yan Junze did not leave the door, but held the doorknob with his right hand and gently pressed his elbow against the door.

  If Yan Wenwen pushes outside, make sure she cannot break in.

   Until now, there is still no task prompt popping up.

  At this time, Yan Junze couldn't help calling out the time-space map in his mind, and looked carefully. The time resetting line in the map was working normally, but there was no new task reminder.

what happened?

   Just when Yan Junze was surprised, he tightened his right hand holding the doorknob, and someone outside was twisting the handle.

  Yan Junze immediately increased the strength of his arms and leaned forward. Not only did he firmly hold down the doorknob, but he also pressed his elbow against the door so that people outside could not push it away with brute force.

   Yan Wenwen at this time, Yan Junze really has no way of knowing how strong her power will be, so when this power is not so strong that he can't resist it at all, he must take adequate precautions.

   At the moment when the inside and outside of the door were being pushed hard at the same time, he freed his left hand, grabbed the latch of the bedroom door, and twisted it violently.

   There was a click, and the door was locked.

   Hoo!

  Yan Junze took a breath, and slowly reduced the strength of the arm that was twisting the doorknob, and then gradually let go, and kept the posture that his hands could grab the doorknob again at any time, and left the doorknob bit by bit.

  He didn't realize that at this moment his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and the palm of his hand that had just held the doorknob was also covered in cold sweat.

   "Should... can't come in temporarily."

  The doorknob was turned manually in the next second, but the locked door was not twisted, and there was no more sound after that.

  Yan Junze fixed his eyes on the doorknob and said nothing.

   After a while, he realized that the silence was too much, and only then did he notice that Old Yan's snoring had disappeared at some point.

   Slowly turned his head, and then his pupils shrank, and he saw that Mr. Yan was no longer lying on the bed, but sat up on the edge of the bed, maintaining the posture of putting on his shoes and getting out of bed.

  This posture looks normal, just like Yan Wenwen who was lying on the door looking into the master bedroom just now, nothing unusual can be seen from behind.

  However, Yan Junze didn't dare to call Old Yan casually anymore, he learned a lot from a fall, so he just stood at the door of the bedroom, staring at the motionless Old Yan.

   It's weird, this old guy may be the same as Bao Yunjing and Yan Wenwen.

  Old Yan just sat on the edge of the bed, neither speaking nor making any movements, and time passed slowly.

   There was no more his snoring in the bedroom, it was dead silent.

  There was no sound coming from outside the door. I wonder if Yan Wenwen is still waiting outside the door.

  Yan Junze hesitated to open the door to have a look.

  At this moment, Mr. Yan's sitting figure moved slightly. He stood up, but he didn't wear shoes. He just stepped on the floor with his bare feet and dragged his legs away from the edge of the bed.

  He walks in a strange posture, with his head drooping, his hands vertical and not swinging, but his back is straight, and only his feet seem to be dragging.

   One step at a time, she left the bed, walked to the middle of the bedroom, and came to the position where Bao Yunjing was standing just now.

  But he didn't stop, but walked slowly towards Yan Junze step by step.

  No sound came out.

  Yan Junze just stood at the door, staring at the weird old Yan without blinking, and gradually approached him.

  After seeing this scene, his body backed up involuntarily, his back resting on the door, his right hand stretched out to grab the door handle, and his left hand grabbed the back of the door lock.

   His eyes were still fixed on Mr. Yan who kept approaching.

  As long as Mr. Yan is less than three meters away from him, he will immediately open the door and leave the bedroom.

  If Yan Wenwen is still guarding the door at this moment, then the only choice is to go back. Otherwise, unless you take out a mallet and attack by force, but in this case, it is very likely to accidentally injure these people's bodies.

   Just as Mr. Yan was about to approach Yan Junze, the next second, Mr. Yan suddenly changed direction and walked towards the wall not far from the door.

  On the snow-white wall, about the height of a person, there happened to be a light black mark. Old Yan walked up to the wall, his body stretched straight, without any sense of old age, and he stood silently facing the wall.

   After seeing this scene, Yan Junze was surprised when a bang sounded, startling him.

  Seeing Mr. Yan's forehead facing the wall, it began to collide non-stop, making a thumping sound.

  Every collision is very loud, like a regular pendulum hitting the wall without pain. It was at this time that Yan Junze finally knew that the black mark on the wall turned out to be like this.

   "Do you want to go back to the file?" Yan Junze began to ponder.

  The task reminder never popped up, but so far, he has not encountered any danger. Apart from the palpitating horror, the situation does not seem to have developed to a serious level.

  At this moment, Yan Junze suddenly thought of a terrible fact. Perhaps, the members of the Yan family are like this every night.

   The impact is still going on, Yan Junze is not going to stop it, otherwise, he doesn't know what unexpected horror will happen.

   After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth, turned the anti-lock button, made a click, then quickly twisted the door handle, opened the door and stood at the door.

  There is nothing outside the door, Yan Wenwen is no longer here.

  Yan Junze didn't hesitate, and immediately came to the door and closed it.

  The banging sound in the room was still ringing, which made Yan Junze directly suspect that the old man said that he had severe amnesia, and this is how he got it.

  Looking carefully at Yan Wenwen's room, the door of the room has been closed, and there is no movement from inside, and Yan Junze is not going to open the door again to seek death.

   When I came to the door adjacent to the master bedroom, I found that the door of the master bedroom was ajar.

   Didn't Bao Yunjing go back to the bedroom?

  Yan Junze stood at the door of the master bedroom and opened the door slightly so that the outside light could shine into the bedroom. He put his head in and squinted his eyes.

  There was a person sleeping on the bed, but it wasn't Yan He, the hostess, but Bao Yunjing, the hostess, because the slippers on the floor were women's.

  Bao Yunjing had already returned to the bedroom and lay down again, but the other side where Yan He was sleeping at the moment was empty and disappeared.

  Bao Yunjing seemed to be sleeping very deeply, her breathing was very heavy, almost like snoring.

  Yan Junze turned back and listened carefully. There was no more impact sound in Mr. Yan's room. This is also the case, if you keep hitting like this, you won't be forgetful, and it's also possible that Nima is directly suffering from dementia.

   And Yan Wenwen should have returned to her bedroom.

  Standing at the door of the master bedroom, Yan Junze turned his head to look at the camera placed in the living room. The camera was still working at the moment.

   Of course, the camera on his chest is also running.

   At this moment, a rustling sound came from the direction of the balcony.

  (end of this chapter)