I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 672 - 409 Abnormal Alabell (Part Three)
Chapter 672: Chapter 409 Abnormal Alabell (Part Three) Chapter 672: Chapter 409 Abnormal Alabell (Part Three) It could now be confirmed that the maid’s corpse under the bed was indeed the one who had once taken care of Alabell.
Moreover, the maid’s death was definitely greatly related to the strangeness of Alabell.
This scene indirectly reminded Yan Junze that although Alabell seemed merely a bit odd and not very dangerous at the moment, one must not forget that this mission was “Terrified (High)”.
If Alabell were to suddenly become murderous, he had to be prepared.
Even though he had a Black Spirit Umbrella for self-defense, if it really came down to killing Alabell, the Black Spirit Umbrella might get damaged. Completing the mission was secondary; he was willing to forsake the energy points if necessary to eliminate the key special strangeness of this dark ritual.
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Of course, it would be best if he could perform the exorcism serenely.
Feeling the chill emanating from the maid’s corpse beside him, Yan Junze did not want to get any closer to her since her body was sticky, which reminded him of the viscous medicine he had just fed to Alabell.
“Don’t tell me the corpse was a catalyst for the medicine,” Yan Junze murmured softly.
At this moment, he had pulled his legs under the bed as well, not by choice, but because he had crawled in almost halfway; it felt unsettling to leave his feet sticking out.
Using the flashlight, he carefully inspected the maid, whose figure was rather full, but she had begun to decay. Her lifeless eyes seemed to be staring in the direction of something outside the bed.
Yan Junze looked up in that direction and saw a large cabinet with intricate patterns on its surface, but right now the doors of the cabinet seemed to be slightly ajar.
Yan Junze couldn’t be sure if the cabinet doors were closed tight. Although the area was illuminated by the light from the bedside lamp, the light there was too dim to see clearly.
He looked again at the maid’s hollow gaze, then at the direction of the large cabinet, lowered his head to look at the maid once more, and then raised his head to look at the cabinet again.
Yan Junze mumbled to himself, “Are you telling me to go over to the cabinet, or are you warning me that there’s something inside it?”
Not all people who die in this world become strangenesses, but bizarre phenomena can occur—such as corpses that have been dead for a long time still reaching out to grab someone or giving off some kind of silent guidance.
Yan Junze felt that he was currently facing such a situation.
Without hesitating, and also not wanting to stay any longer in this damp space under the bed, he crawled out from under the bed the way he had come in.
First, he crouched, and then he stood up.
Turning his gaze towards the bed, Yan Junze suddenly froze, discovering that the bed was empty; not only was Alabell gone, but even the blanket that had been covering her was missing.
Only the white bedsheet remained.
“Where is she? No, where is the strangeness?” Yan Junze wondered.
His flashlight was still on, and he immediately swept it around the room, deliberately avoiding the window so as not to be seen from outside or to accidentally provoke the appearance of the Reaper Morrison.
The beam of the flashlight lingered for a moment under the table, on either side of the sofa, and in the room corners, but Alabell was nowhere to be seen.
She was only wearing a white nightgown, perhaps with a blanket draped over her, and it was unclear what she was planning to do. But if she was still in the room, she should be easy to find.
Considering this, Yan Junze quickly looked towards the door leading to the hallway; the door was shut, and no one had gone out.
“She’s still inside the room.”
Yan Junze focused his gaze on the large cabinet door where the maid’s corpse had been looking all this time and walked over with the flashlight in hand.
Upon reaching the cabinet, he confirmed the doors were slightly ajar and could be opened with a pull.
Yan Junze held his breath, didn’t take out the Black Spirit Umbrella, and instead, with flashlight in his left hand and right hand reaching out, he grabbed the edge of the wardrobe door and gently pulled it open.
Before fully opening the cabinet door, he caught sight of a blanket hanging at the doorway, obscuring the interior, and the blanket was familiar—it was the same one that had been on the bed over Alabell just moments ago.
This indicated that Alabell was very likely inside the large cabinet.
Yan Junze couldn’t help his heart begin to race. He slowly grasped a corner of the blanket and lifted it.
Actually, even before completely pulling it aside, he had already seen the scene inside the cabinet, and his stomach churned immediately.
The moment he lifted the blanket, he saw a scene of mutilated limbs and body parts, impossible to tell how many corpses there were, as they were all piled up indistinguishably.
Whether it was the main body or limbs like arms and legs, each part was wrapped in a thick layer of mucus.
There was no blood spilling from the corpses, nor was there any odor—just like the maid’s corpse under the bed, only these bodies, despite wearing servants’ clothes, seemed to have met a far more gruesome fate.
Yan Junze only glanced briefly and saw approximately four decapitated heads, all hollow inside.
Alabell was sitting among the carnage, with piled up limbs covering everything below her chest. Oozing fluid still trickled from her split-open mouth, and it was unclear what she had just been doing.
In fact, with Alabell’s appearance, if she were sitting still among these bodies, Yan Junze might not even suspect she was alive.
In other words, Alabell looked more like a dead person than some of the corpses.
From outside, the cabinet already looked quite large, but now that Yan Junze was seeing the entire scene inside, he realized that the space inside the cabinet was even more absurdly large.
