"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak—"
The little white mouse witnessing this bizarre scene suddenly had its fur stand on end, eyes filled with terror, and instinctively retreated, shrinking back to the corner of the cage farthest from the curtain.
"Hoo—"
The black curtain continued forward, as if with no obstruction, gradually enveloping the cage, while the pattern on the curtain portraying the cage also became increasingly complete.
In the blink of an eye, the black curtain had encompassed the entire cage and the little white mouse curled up in one corner, then leisurely flew towards Van.
Van reached out and caught the self-returning curtain, his gaze sweeping over the pattern on it.
Within the curtain, in a cage no more than three centimeters in size, a pattern of a little white mouse less than a centimeter tall at the shoulder was quickly changing.
It would run to the left side of the cage for a while, then to the right, 'vividly animated', as if it were a live image.
