Another night had arrived.
Since discovering that his True Sanity Value was hard to recover, Lu Li no longer used the method of briefly touching the Spirit-Calling Gun to sense his surroundings.
Sanity Value diminished bit by bit.
Anna took over the task of scouting, and although it was not very effective, it was better than nothing.
The curtains of the kitchen and living room were drawn in succession, leaving only the dim yellow light of the living room and bedroom's oil lamps in the Detective Agency.
Anna held a book in bed, engrossed in reading. Reading in dim light was bad for one's eyes—except for ghosts.
At 9:30 p.m., nearing bedtime, Anna listened to the sound of Lu Li leaving the house, then returning a few minutes later, removing his overcoat and going into the kitchen to wash up. The sound of running water lasted for a while before stopping, and footsteps moved towards the living room, followed by the sound of the leather sofa creaking and the rustling of clothes.
