Zhang Yi cautiously jumped down from the chair.
If his shoes, their soles completely corroded away, had not still been there, he would have thought none of that had happened.
"What was that thing?"
"An anomaly."
"An anomaly?"
Seeing the change in his expression, Xiao Xuan guessed that he had misunderstood. "Don't worry, it wasn't the kind of ghost that forms after someone dies."
Zhang Yi immediately forced a bitter smile. That was not much better.
"Then where did they come from? Are there many of them?"
Zhang Yi felt that, having lived so long and only encountering this for the first time, their numbers were probably quite small.
"They come from beyond this world. As for their numbers..."
Xiao Xuan sat down in the interrogation chair. "There will be more and more of them."
Zhang Yi, too, casually sat down in front of him.
Now that their positions had been reversed, Zhang Yi no longer regarded the other man as a burglar who had broken into his home.
With such special abilities, why would he steal things? There were plenty of better things he could do.
Not to mention anything else, just showing off that trick in front of the wealthy would earn him a monthly salary in the millions.
Thinking further, what could he possibly want that he could not get?
"More and more? Mr. Sima, may I ask about you extraordinary people..."
"Wait." Xiao Xuan raised a hand to interrupt him. "My surname isn't Sima."
"Oh." Zhang Yi paused, unable to help laughing bitterly. So he had been fooling him before?
"As for my identity, I'm a Contract Anomalist. You can also think of me as someone who specializes in containing these things."
"Containing?"
Xiao Xuan suddenly tossed a sphere at him.
Zhang Yi caught it. The