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Chapter 340: Chapter 283: Astonishing Discovery (4500 Words)_2

Upon hearing such a serious promise, Yan Junze felt there must be some trickery afoot with the cinema and the exorcist team. Ordinary people had to queue for exorcisms, but here one could summon help at will, surely due to regular service fees being paid.

But this was just fine. The film series would kill enough time; Yan Junze bought a ticket and also picked up some popcorn and mineral water before entering the cinema on his own.

There were ten-minute breaks between each installment of “The Lord of the Rings” trilogy for the audience to use the restroom.

Yan Junze’s metabolism was slow; he never went to the bathroom not even once. Moreover, if it hadn’t been for wanting to try the food in Tianyi District, he wouldn’t have bothered to eat at all.

There weren’t many watching “The Lord of the Rings”, but it wasn’t deserted either. When the series ended and Yan Junze left the cinema, there wasn’t a soul in sight further from the entrance.

Some taxis were parked at the entrance waiting for customers. One of the taxi drivers, a man with a large beard, rolled down his window and called out, “Sir, get in the car. Walking alone so late is dangerous, strangenesses appear around here at night.”

Some viewers who had pre-booked their rides through the rapid taxi service just hopped in and left, which made the taxis more competitive at that time.

Yan Junze got into the car and gave the address, “To Priest Street.”

The bearded driver started the car and said, “I can only go to the main road of Priest Street, won’t turn into side streets, and will only stop under street lights, not in dark places.”

“Alright, no problem,” nodded Yan Junze.

Without another word, they arrived at Priest Street. Instead of choosing to disembark in front of Clinic 136, Yan Junze asked the bearded driver to stop earlier, under a lit street lamp.

After paying and getting out of the taxi, he waited for the car to drive off before heading toward Yan Long’s clinic.

Approaching the clinic, Yan Junze, fearing surveillance cameras nearby, didn’t continue forward but turned into the side of the building with the wall he had seen during the day.

He took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and with its light, he took two steps back to get a running start and then leaped to grab onto the wall. With a push of his feet, he swiftly climbed over.

All was silent around him, no sound to be heard, nor a person nearby to fear being seen.

Standing at the corner of the wall and observing his surroundings, Yan Junze noticed that the infusion room was indeed about ten meters away from here. The ground here, rarely trodden, remained damp and mossy, making it slippery to walk on.

He tiptoed to the window of the infusion room and noticed that the window bolt was locked from the inside.

After considering for a moment, he channeled a sliver of his semi-spiritual power and extended a single hair through the gap in the window, effortlessly unlocking the bolt.

Opening the window, which lacked any security bars, Yan Junze climbed through it.

Once inside the infusion room, the door leading to Yan Long’s personal room was sealed with tape. Without any hesitation, he walked over and gently tore it along a pre-existing gap made during the day, without causing any damage.

Entering Yan Long’s personal room, the bed was still flipped up, revealing the dark entrance to the basement below.

With the limited brightness of his phone’s flashlight, Yan Junze had to strain his eyes to discern his surroundings in the pitch darkness of the basement.

Holding his phone warily, he descended the basement steps, his ears alert to the utmost, dreading any sudden noise.

Yet as he listened while descending, no strange sound emerged. Soon he reached the bottom of the basement.

Basing his actions on speculations made during the day, Yan Junze again activated “Perception of Strange Events,” quickly receiving feedback. However, these weren’t complete mission details, but rather fragments of obsessive utterances.

Standing still, he tried to make sense of the information, his brow gradually furrowing, yet he did not move.@@novelbin@@

His mind was flooded with disjointed phrases, some abrupt and incomplete, their meanings elusive.

“So much pain… I’m in so much pain.”

“That bastard, I’m going to kill you!”

“Why is this happening? Why do I have to suffer so cruelly?”

“I want to eat…”

“Mom, where are you? I’m scared! So scared!”

“Where is this?”

“Drifting, drifting, my unrestrained pride…”

What was particularly annoying was that some of the obsessive remnants were actually singing.

Yan Junze aimed his phone’s flashlight toward the center of the basement, particularly at the ground beneath the gurney, and walked over.

“It should be here,” he muttered.

He squatted down and tried to lift the gurney, which had been fixed to the ground. The legs made a loud clang on the floor, startling Yan Junze in the quiet environment.

Mainly, the silence all around and the fact that the basement was constructed by the spirit cultivator Yan Long, with so much residual obsession, already made it eerie.

Right now, Junze felt like someone was watching him from behind.

Several times he turned with his flashlight to check, but there was nothing, although the dark patch on the floor appeared to be dried blood.

Whether it was human or animal blood was unknown.

Squatting down again, he placed his phone on the ground, flashlight beam upward, and grabbed two legs of the gurney. With a strong pull, this time the sound was not so loud since the legs had broken free from the floor and he lifted it.

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