The Morimoto Family's bedroom light was still on.
Lying on the bed and grasping the quilt with both hands, Aozawa was using Catalyst Induction to peer into the lives of those who were covered by this brand of quilt at this time.
There were men and women.
Even doing nothing, this god-like perspective immersed him completely.
BEEP, BEEP. His phone suddenly made a sound.
Aozawa exited the god's-eye view, turned off the light with telekinesis, stretched lazily in place, and began to feel sleepy.
He grabbed the phone from the bedside, tapped to answer the call, and yawned, "Ah, Chitose, do you need something? I was already sleeping."
As he spoke, Aozawa slowly turned on the bedside lamp, revealing a tired expression.
Morimoto Chiyoda didn't scrutinize whether he was acting. Just seeing his calm expression, she breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he hadn't been caught by the KGB.
