I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 707 - 420 The American Version of Tomie (Part 1)

Chapter 707: Chapter 420: The American Version of Tomie (Part 1) (5200 words, asking for monthly pass!)_3 Chapter 707: Chapter 420: The American Version of Tomie (Part 1) (5200 words, asking for monthly pass!)_3 There were three cans left inside, but Yan Junze and Sandi did not sense any strangeness in the magnetic field there. After buying them all, they opened one to check and did not find anything unusual, just normal canned pork.

Looking at this, the incident at George’s Restaurant seemed to be an isolated case.

The two quickly learned that “Pigheaded Knight” canned meat was sourced from a local cannery in Saint Gala City, newly stocked last week, and only two cans had been sold that week.

One went to Lida Restaurant, and another was purchased by a young man.

Yan Junze immediately decided to visit the cannery himself, while Sandi was tasked with tracking the whereabouts of the other sold can.

According to Yan Junze’s instructions, if Sandi also found strangeness in that can, she was to immediately act and kill without hesitation.

After Yan Junze left for the cannery, Sandi stayed to examine the surveillance above the cashier counter, hoping to find the man who had purchased the can.

…

At the same moment.

In an apartment three buildings away from the supermarket.

In one of its dimly lit rooms, a man sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, looking somewhat panicked. He wore casual shorts and a T-shirt, despite the centralized heating in the apartment being set to 28 degrees, he still felt cold as if he was in an icy cavern.

His gaze was fixated on the bathroom door near the bedroom. The door was ajar, the light inside was on, and there were shadows moving about, accompanied by rustling noises.

The man’s name was York, his blond hair a disheveled mess that he had no time to tidy, stricken with high tension. Although he looked pale and his heartbeat quickened, York actually felt more excited than fearful.

Because, just last week, he had discovered that the meat from the canned pork he had bought could grow.

Over the course of the week, the piece of meat had not only grown larger but had also sprouted arms, legs, and then a blurry head.

At first, York nearly called the Exorcism Organization, but he then realized that the meat was only growing on its own, seemingly without malice towards others.

What was most important was that the emerging limbs were delicate, and the skin smooth and fair; it was evident that what was growing was a woman.

And the original piece of meat, which seemed somewhat disgusting at first, had after a week’s growth formed into the shape of a human body, equally slender with features slowly becoming distinct, appearing to be… extremely beautiful!

York was an ordinary-looking man living alone in an apartment.

He was 36 years old and had been single for 36 years, with his right hand noticeably thicker than his left, using three packs of tissues (250 sheets each) a week—a regular customer for tissues at the nearby supermarket.

It was during a tissue-buying trip last week that he had impulsively bought a can of pork, planning to make do with it for dinner, when this bizarre event occurred.

For someone who had been single for 36 years, having had all sorts of whimsical ideas wasn’t out of the ordinary. Now that he had stumbled upon this, he was devilishly curious to see what the woman would look like once fully grown.

Just moments ago, York had discovered that the woman was completely grown, although dirty and leaving a large pool of blood on the carpet. Her figure was lovely, her face beautiful, almost exciting him to the point of fainting.

However, this woman didn’t seem to be able to speak, had a fixed gaze, long hair wet and clumped together over her shoulders. York asked her to go to the bathroom to clean up, and she simply went in quietly, just as silently as when she entered, without an answer.

By now, she should have finished washing, drying her hair, and wrapping a towel around herself.

From the moment the woman entered the bathroom until now, York had been sitting motionless at the edge of the bed, his mind a tangled mess, not knowing what whimsical ideas he was entertaining.

He was excited, but also terrified, and felt an inexplicable thrill and his heart pounding, yet he was utterly confounded.

Now that the woman was about to come out, he didn’t know what to do next—should he ask about her identity, chat with her to lower her guard, or inquire if she was hungry and offer to cook something for her?

The question was, did she know what hunger was?

Just then, strange sounds came from the bathroom, like a person with phlegm stuck in their throat struggling to make a hoarse “err err” noise.

York paused, snapped out of his thoughts, stood up, and spoke softly, “Are you, are you okay?”

No one answered from inside.

York hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the bathroom.

When he got to the door, he clenched his teeth and gently pushed it open.

Inside was the woman’s shapely silhouette, her long hair wet and draped over her back, standing naked in front of the mirror, sideways to the bathroom door.

The odd “err err err” sound was coming directly from her throat.

York pushed the door further open, “What are you doing?”

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The woman ignored him; instead, she lowered her head, the bizarre noise from her throat becoming more frantic, one after another.

The next second, with a splat, a lump of flesh and blood gushed from her mouth, falling into the wash basin.

Her limbs seemed stiff, and after spitting out the clump stuck in her throat, she slowly twisted her neck, turning towards the bathroom door.

For some reason, a profound fear suddenly climbed all over York’s heart, and before her head could fully turn around, he slammed the bathroom door shut.

At that moment, York realized he might have made a very serious mistake.

He first looked down at the doorknob he was holding; the bathroom door could only be locked from the inside, not the outside.

Then he turned his head toward the bedside table.

To lock it from the outside, he needed the key, which was in the bedside table.

At this moment, there seemed to be no noise coming from inside the bathroom. He immediately let go of the doorknob, rushed to the bedside table, pulled open the drawer, and searched for the key.

Turning his head back, the doorknob of the bathroom remained still.

York quickly resumed his search in the drawer. Soon, he found the seldom-used bathroom key, grabbed it, stood up, and ran towards the bathroom door.

However, after running a couple of steps, York abruptly stopped, the key tightly in hand, his eyes wide open, staring straight at the bathroom.

The bathroom door was now open a crack wide enough for a person, but the woman’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

Looking down, wet footprints were visible on the carpet, one after another, leading into the living room.