amaotonovel Chapter 4224 Possession by Evil Spirits (4)
Chapter 4224 Possession by Evil Spirits (4)
Chapter 4224 Possession by Evil Spirits (Part 4)
“Why do I feel like this area is spreading?” The agent frowned, looking at his arm. He wasn’t sure it was his imagination. When he was first cursed, the black area was only about the size of a fist, but now it had spread to his entire upper arm. The cursed area wasn’t painful, but the muscles seemed unable to be activated, making it difficult for the agent to lift his entire left arm.
The hunter examined the wound on his abdomen. It didn't seem to involve any mystical power; it was just a simple stab wound. Fortunately, no internal organs were damaged, but the cut was two or three centimeters deep and urgently needed stitches.
He glanced out the window; it was already quite late, and the whole town was very quiet. They seemed to have no nightlife at all. He then looked at the clock in the house; it was exactly 9:43.
“Going out to explore at night is not a good idea,” he said. “There must be something very dangerous in this town. Let’s wait until tomorrow.”
The detective disagreed, saying, "Although we already know that not following the 'persona' could lead to all sorts of unexpected situations, as long as we don't go too far, we should be able to wander around freely. At least we need to get some needles and thread to stitch up the wounds."
As he spoke, the detective walked to the door and listened to what was happening outside. It remained completely silent, not even a whisper of wind. Through the crack in the door, he could see a faint light, which appeared to be from a candle still burning in the living room.
“Aunt Kane’s clothes have stitches on them, there must be needles and thread in the house. Going downstairs is too noisy, I’ll go check her room first.”
The hunter remained silent, simply watching the agent grab his gun and leave. The second-floor corridor was pitch black, but thankfully a candle was lit in the living room. Though its light was very faint, it illuminated the railing in the courtyard, allowing one to discern directions.
The agent moved silently, like a shadow in the night. He crouched down at the doorway, pressing his ear against it.
Her breathing was weak but at a normal rate; Aunt Kane seemed to be fast asleep. She hadn't opened the window, so there was no wind. Judging from the light filtering through the crack in the door, the curtains appeared to be drawn, and there wasn't even a sliver of moonlight.
The agent gently turned the doorknob, and sure enough, the door wasn't locked. However, the door was a bit old, and it made a slight noise when pushed open. Fortunately, Aunt Kane was fast asleep, and the noise didn't disturb her, which relieved the agent.
Just as he was about to go inside, he suddenly felt a slight tremor in the floor beneath his feet. The tremor was very regular, indicating that someone was approaching.
The detective immediately drew his gun, lowered his body, and crouched by the doorway, looking in that direction. There was a figure approaching from the courtyard, but the light was too dim to make out who it was.
The agent held his breath, aiming his gun in that direction. But the other person suddenly stopped. The agent continued to focus, and then felt the floor beneath his feet begin to vibrate rhythmically; the other person seemed to be tapping the ground with their toes.
He quickly deduced that the other person was sending him a message in the simplest Morse code. The spelled word was also very simple—"Peter".
The agent remembered that Peter had also been injured on his forehead. The wound was quite deep and would likely require stitches. However, stitching up a forehead wound with ordinary needles and thread would be extremely difficult. Perhaps the other party was looking for other medications.
After sending the message, Peter approached very slowly, just in time to see the agent sheath his gun. Then he gestured and asked, "Are you going in too?"
The detective nodded. The two of them peered through the crack in the door. Aunt Kane was fast asleep, her back to the door. There was another door to the right after entering, presumably the bathroom. Strangely, there was a faint light coming from inside; perhaps the light had been forgotten to be turned off.
The agent wasn't sure if the needle and thread were in Aunt Kane's bedroom; he was just taking a chance. Peter seemed to share his view, thinking going downstairs was too risky and simply coming to check.
But the detective quickly dismissed his theory. Through the crack in the door, he could see a dark figure suddenly appear on the balcony, nimble and agile, vaulting into the house without a sound, like a nimble black cat.
In the dim light, the agents recognized Kate as the woman who had appeared heavily pregnant during the day. They had, of course, already realized Kate wasn't pregnant; her disguise might fool ordinary people, but it was far from convincing these professionals. However, she didn't seem to intend to put on a serious act, not even using any professional props, just a pillow to get by.
The detectives were actually quite curious as to why they would fake a pregnancy. Now it seems that this doesn't fit their public persona, but rather stems from some unrelated reason: they too were victims of an attack.
Previously, Peter inexplicably encountered problems while driving, most likely for the same reason as the agent and the hunter: he did something out of character, resulting in a loss of health. However, whether this was a case of faking a pregnancy is still unclear.
Ben and Henry Cavill, who arrived later, didn't seem surprised by their mishap. They probably had caused trouble too and been punished.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. When you enter this dungeon, there are no rules explained at all, and nobody knows what the health bar above their head is for. Naturally, people will try to clear it using unconventional methods. How can you learn what's forbidden without experiencing some setbacks?
So they all tacitly refrained from asking Peter why he overturned the car. Whatever the reason, they certainly couldn't resist now, and there was no need to lower their sanity by asking more questions.
Kate deftly began rummaging through the room. This Batwoman was a seasoned pro; she moved with incredible speed and dexterity, making absolutely no sound as she searched the drawers.
It wasn't until she pushed open the bathroom door that the detective heard a very shallow gasp.
Both were curious about what Kate had seen, but the bedroom was small, and if another stranger entered, it would easily make noise. Neither of them was confident they could work well with Kate, so they both chose to stay outside.
Kate chose to return the way she came, walking directly from the balcony. The agent wanted to go in and check on her, but at that moment, Aunt Kane turned over, her breathing becoming noticeably more rapid, as if she was about to wake up. So the two people at the door had to hurry back inside.
Back in the room, the agent sighed. Hunter was already asleep in bed. Just as the agent was about to lie down, he sensed something was wrong. He sat up and touched Hunter's forehead. Good, he had a fever.
This scenario is incredibly realistic. Just a stab wound to the abdomen, without even damaging any organs, and suddenly you're guaranteed to have a fever that night?
Despite thinking this way, the detectives knew how dangerous the situation was. Infection could be fatal. They now had two choices: first, to continue exploring the house to see if they could find medicine; if there were antibiotics, they should be able to pull through; second, to make a scene and send the patient directly to the town hospital.
The detectives thought it over carefully and decided they couldn't choose the second option. They genuinely couldn't explain how the injury had occurred. After all, they had said they were there for tourism and had agreed to stay overnight, yet such a serious wound suddenly appeared; anyone would know something was wrong. It wouldn't be good if it aroused suspicion among the characters in the story.
The detective carefully considered what he had seen and heard in the house during the day. If he had to pinpoint a possible location for the medicine, it would only be the living room on the first floor. There were several items under the coffee table in the living room; the medicine might be there.
So he went out again and looked down the stairs. The stairs were so old that it was impossible for anyone to descend without making a sound. The detective sighed and cautiously made his way down.
The creaking of the old staircase was particularly jarring in the quiet night. But the detective couldn't care less; he rushed downstairs and began searching.
In the quiet house, the only sounds besides the agent's breathing were the soft ticking of the clock. Fortunately, the candlestick in the living room hadn't gone out, so there was still some light. After searching for a while, the agent finally found two jars of pills, one containing painkillers and the other fever reducers.
He didn't dare take more than two of each. Luckily, both kinds of medicine came in large bottles, so the difference of two missing pills wouldn't be noticeable.
Just as he was walking back, the grandfather clock in the living room struck a tinkling sound. The detective instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He turned sharply to look and saw that the clock hands were pointing to ten o'clock.
A growing sense of unease crept into the detective's heart. Without hesitation, he used the sound of the bell as an excuse to run back to his room. He breathed a sigh of relief after closing the door, but was immediately filled with surprise. Whose clock was ringing at ten o'clock?
Having spent so much time here, he was quite certain that the clock didn't chime on the hour. It hadn't chimed even once on the hour before, so why did it chime at ten o'clock?
Even a half-hour clock should ring at 6 o'clock and 12 o'clock. What's with ringing at 10 o'clock at night?
This was definitely foreshadowing something. But there was no time to investigate now. The detective woke the hunter, gave him a fever reducer, and then the two of them fell asleep together. They woke up at dawn the next day.
The hunter's fever had subsided, but he was still weak, and the condition of his wounds was not optimistic. The detective decided to find an excuse to go to the hospital when he went out for a stroll today.
However, someone was even more anxious than them. As the two of them went downstairs, they heard Kate say, "Peter's wound is complicated and needs professional treatment. We'll drive to the hospital in a bit..."
"No!!!" Aunt Kane's shrill voice came from downstairs, "Are you crazy?! Catherine, you're absolutely crazy!! If it weren't for the fact that you're pregnant, I would never have let a lunatic like you come back!"
Not only Kate, but the agents were also somewhat baffled. Peter's injury was perfectly legitimate; there was no need to hide it, and since the wound had worsened, going to the hospital was perfectly reasonable. What was Aunt Kane's reaction all about?
“Auntie,” Kate said, clearly annoyed, “Peter is sick and he needs to see a doctor. We’ll be leaving in a bit!”
But then Aunt Kane seemed to suddenly remember something. Her previous anger vanished, replaced by a somber tone. "Then go ahead," she said. "See if that idiot can get treatment. If he dies, you'll be a widow, just like me."
The agents rolled their eyes; they had obtained another crucial piece of information: Aunt Kane was a widow, and her husband was dead. They just didn't know when or how he had died.
At this moment, Peter came downstairs and comforted Kate, saying, "Don't be too angry, honey. I just have a slight fever. It would be nice if you had some fever reducers."
"No!" Aunt Kane said even more sharply, "It would be better if you died! That way, my crazy niece would finally be normal! You two, get out of here!"
The agent narrowed his eyes.