I Can Rewind

Chapter 440 Three Living Spirits (2)

Seeing that there was no one in the closet, she shook her head, Zhuang Wenhui turned around, continued to search for other places, and quickly walked into the bathroom of the bedroom.

Yan Junze frowned and watched her back, the guess in his heart was slowly taking shape.

After a while, he spoke again.

"Zhuang Wenhui!"

...

"Wen Hui!"

The iron tongs waving in the hands of the fat middle-aged man had just been put down, and blood was still dripping from the iron tongs.

"Don't you like to hide? From now on, I will let you hide enough!"

The man opened his mouth and showed a cruel smile: "But don't let me find you, if I find you, you will die ugly. Well, this is the first time today, the first time I found you, first give you point reward."

The iron tongs fell from the head of Zhuang Wenhui, who was kneeling on the ground, and hit her brow bone firmly.

The brow bone cracked, and blood spattered, Zhuang Wenhui's head buzzed, and she lay on the ground, her consciousness began to blur.

She wanted to cry, but couldn't, the tears seemed to have run out.

She wanted to ask for help, but she couldn't make a sound, because her throat was very dry, and it had been two days without a drop of water.

Not long after, the man walked aside, there was a rustling sound, and he seemed to unbutton his pants.

Then there was a peeing sound.

After a while, the pants were tied up, and the man's joking voice sounded: "Don't blame me for not giving you water, it's you who didn't drink it yourself. It's your choice whether you want to die or live."

After the words fell, the man took the iron tongs and left.

In a daze, Zhuang Wenhui looked up at her washbasin, which was filled with yellow, bubbling liquid, and an unbearable smell permeated the room.

Hide, must hide!

Never let him find me!

Be sure to hide it!

...

"Zhuang Wenhui."

Yan Junze yelled twice, but the woman who entered the bathroom never appeared again.

He froze for a moment, then reacted, pushed open the closet door and walked out.

His eyes turned to the door of the bedroom and bathroom, and then at Zhou Wenfei who was lying on the bed.

Walking to the bedside, he carefully inspected Zhou Wenfei's body. Sure enough, one of his eyeballs was missing, and he was not breathing. His body was cold, and he was confirmed to be dead.

"Maybe..." Yan Junze raised his head and sighed softly, "Zhou Wenfei also played hide-and-seek with Zhuang Wenhui."

He didn't move the corpse on the bed for the time being. Now that Cao Heng and Gu Dekang are still there, maybe Zhuang Wenhui's task should be completed first.

Turning around and walking to the door of the bathroom, I used a flashlight to illuminate the environment inside.

Just now Zhuang Wenhui searched for her but couldn't find it, but this woman's obsession may have made her choose to hide again, so the role of hide-and-seek may have changed again.

Yan Junze saw a mass of black hair protruding from the surface of the toilet at a glance, and wondered when Zhuang Wenhui stuffed her own weird body into the toilet and hid it.

Yan Junze thought for a while, but instead of going in, he stood at the door of the bathroom and said, "Zhuang Wenhui, I found you again, you are hiding in the toilet, come out."

The group of hair moved, but Zhuang Wenhui did not appear.

Yan Junze continued: "Although I found you, just like before, I will not hurt you. You can come out boldly."

The hair in the toilet moved again, and then a face emerged. After revealing most of the face, it just stared in Yan Junze's direction.

Yan Junze even took a step back, opened his hands, and looked into the bathroom to show that he would not hurt her.

Not long after, Zhuang Wenhui twisted her body and crawled out of the toilet in an extremely strange posture. Her bones made rattling noises, and many bent places slowly recovered.

But she didn't move, but lay on the ground vigilantly, with her head raised slightly, her voice hoarse, and a sentence came out of her throat: "You... found me."

Yan Junze was still standing outside the door with a smile on his face, not intending to come in. Because if he went in, it might make Zhuang Wenhui feel frightened or defensive again.

"Are you still playing?" He said softly, not showing the tone of someone in a superior position, but respecting and asking for the other party's opinion.

Zhuang Wenhui was startled for a moment, then suddenly bent her head down, curled up into a ball, and never moved again.

At this moment, a reminder popped up in Yan Junze's mind.

[Hide and seek, creepy (medium), completed, get 1200 points of different dimension energy]

However, just after the task completion prompt disappeared, another new task prompt popped up from his mind almost simultaneously.

After Yan Junze saw the task, he stood there in surprise, motionless.

After carefully examining the task information, he began to mutter to himself: "Sure enough, there is something strange here. There is more than one weird one in this room."

At this moment, his hands felt cold, and the temperature in the room seemed to have become even lower.

Turning her eyes to the bathroom again, Zhuang Wenhui was still lying there, as if she had fallen asleep.

But it was obvious that the atmosphere in the room was different from before, the temperature dropped quickly, and Yan Junze could already see his own breath.

He ignored the motionless Zhuang Wenhui, turned around and left the door of the bathroom, and when he passed by the bed in the bedroom, he cast his eyes on the bed, and then he was startled.

At this time, there was already an extra person lying on the bed.

Yan Junze took a closer look, because he had recognized the photo before, and the other person's body shape was easy to identify, so he recognized the person lying on the bed at a glance, it was Gu Dekang.

Gu Dekang's eyes were open at this time.

Yan Junze stretched out his hand to press the position of his carotid artery, and after a while, withdrew his hand.

In fact, the moment he touched the opponent's skin, he already knew that Gu Dekang was dead, because the skin was cold.

Zhou Wenfei and Gu Dekang were lying side by side on the big bed, occupying two-thirds of the bed. Yan Junze glanced at the remaining one-third of the bed.

Here, it should be the place where Cao Heng will appear later.

"Could it be that there are three monsters?" He raised his head, thinking carefully, it is not impossible.

Now the second weird mission level has been raised, it is "Scary (Low)", which is two ranks higher than the "Creepy (Medium)" who played hide-and-seek just now.

But even so, this task level still cannot trap a top four-star spirit remover here.

This shows that there may be a third weirdness here.

After completing the first task just now, now Yan Junze can analyze that the woman named Zhuang Wenhui is very likely to have been tortured and abused during her lifetime, so she will have scars all over her body and an abnormal obsession with hide-and-seek.

If Zhou Wenfei died at the hands of Zhuang Wenhui, it was possible that he was found by Zhuang Wenhui during the hide-and-seek process, or he found Zhuang Wenhui and was killed by the other party.

In other words, finding the other party or being found by the other party will have the same outcome. Only by doing what I did just now can I reduce my own danger and resolve Zhuang Wenhui's obsession.

In general, Zhuang Wenhui has no sense of security at all. If she finds her, she will die, and if she finds her, she will die. This may have something to do with her being abused during her lifetime.

So why does Gu Dekang die now?

Yan Junze stopped checking the corpse on the bed for the time being, turned around and walked to the living room.

After leaving the bedroom, under the light of the flashlight, he was taken aback for a moment and looked into the living room.

At some point, a big cardboard box appeared there.

Not far in front of the cardboard box, there is a simple wooden chair.

And just after Yan Junze saw these sudden decorations, his head suddenly became dizzy.

This is obviously a kind of magnetic field interference to consciousness, which is invisible, silent and has great influence and strong penetrating power.

At this time, Yan Junze can completely open the control field to isolate all these magnetic fields, but after thinking about it, he feels that it is not necessary.

First of all, this dizzy and near-comatose state is almost exactly the same as before Zhuang Wenhui appeared just now.

Explaining that this is the same method of operation, it is trying to knock himself unconscious so that he can carry out this weird next action.

Secondly, there were already some reminders in the mission just now. Since this weirdness just wanted to stun him, it meant that he didn't want to kill people immediately. It was very likely that he wanted to play a certain game just like Zhuang Wenhui.

The third point is that I have a recovery gear close to me, no matter how bad it is, I can activate [Automatic recovery when dying], after the last time the energy was exhausted, it has been recovered for a while, and after completing Zhuang Wenhui's task just now, there is another Energy is guaranteed.

So don't worry about that at all.

Without opening the control field, Yan Junze lost control of his body soon, but he was not completely unconscious, but could feel himself walking and then sitting down.

His head was heavy, his eyelids couldn't be lifted, and some inexplicable thoughts suddenly appeared in his consciousness.

For example, I need to put something on the cardboard box in front of me, for example, there seems to be some strange items in my pocket...

After a while, he could feel his pocket move, as if there was indeed something foreign inside.

But because his head was dizzy, he couldn't look down. However, in this state, Yan Junze knew that he could still backtrack with just one thought.

Things didn't turn out as bad as expected.

I don't know how long it took to be so dazed, and my consciousness began to gradually return, and the clarity of my five senses gradually increased.

Yan Junze raised his head, and he found that he could slowly twist from the neck up, but his limbs still seemed a little out of control, but he could still move slowly.

It was very difficult to raise my hand, and I felt that my five fingers could not be too hard, and then I found that my torso was so stiff that I couldn't get up from the chair.

Boom! Boom!

Suddenly two voices came from the big cardboard box in front of him, as if reminding or warning him.

Yan Junze cast his eyes, landed on the surface of the cardboard box, and saw a black circle.

There are four words written next to the circle: Put it here.

He pondered for a while, and looked at the lid of the cardboard box that could be opened at any time not far from the black circle.

This scene reminded him of a wicked piggy bank he had seen before. The coins to be put into this piggy bank could not be put in directly, but the coins had to be placed on a certain spot on the piggy bank. At a specific position, the lid of the jar opens automatically, and a ghostly hand of a skeleton, or the arm of an animal, will stretch out and slowly grab the coin into the piggy bank.

After hesitating for a moment, a strange thought came up in his mind telling him that there was something in his pocket, so he reached out and fumbled in his pocket.

The fingers still feel stiff, but the sense of touch has not disappeared.

Soon Yan Junze touched something, pulled it out and saw that it was a pack of cigarettes.

He immediately turned his head to look at the coffee table with difficulty. Sure enough, the pack of unfinished cigarettes that he had seen before on the coffee table was gone, only a lighter and an ashtray were there, and the pack of cigarettes should be in his hand. of this bag.

He paused, then slowly stretched out the cigarette, put it in the black circle, and let go.

But this time, the chair Yan Junze was sitting on did not forcefully turn around like Zhou Wenfei did, but remained still.

He opened his eyes wide, and saw that the lid of the carton was slowly lifted up, and a black-blue arm stretched out from the box. The five fingers of the arm were also black-blue, but the sharp nails were already black, as if poisoned. generally.

This hand quickly reached into the circle and grabbed the pack of cigarettes, but instead of dragging it into the box, it tightened its five fingers suddenly, kneading the pack of cigarettes into a ball.

The cigarette case was cracked, and the remaining cigarettes inside were torn apart, releasing a large amount of tobacco dust.

It wasn't until the cigarette case and cigarettes were all crushed that the five black fingers were released, and they retracted silently into the box.

After about four or five seconds, boom! Boom!

Hearing these two sounds, Yan Junze knew now that it was a reminder to put things over again.

There was nothing in the right pocket that he touched just now, so he stretched out his left hand to touch the left pocket.

Limbs were still stiff, although he was reluctant, but he still took the thing out slowly.

During this process, Yan Junze's complexion was a little unsightly, because he probably guessed what it was just based on his sense of touch.

After taking that thing out and putting it in the circle on the cardboard box, he cast his eyes away.

Sure enough, it was a finger, a broken finger.

Looks like it should be a thumb.

Yan Junze didn't remember, just now when he saw Gu Dekang's body by the bed, he didn't pay attention to whether his fingers were missing.

In addition, most of Gu Dekang's body was covered, and his arms were also in the bedding, so he didn't pay attention at all.

In short, this thumb should be either Gu Dekang's or Zhou Wenfei's.

In his eyes, the lid of the cardboard box was slowly lifted up again, the black arm stretched out, and the five fingers with sharp nails spread out, grabbing the severed finger.

But this time it didn't directly crush the severed finger, but retracted its hand into the cardboard box.

Not long after, the crisp chewing sound came out and drilled into Yan Junze's ears.

Yan Junze's throat moved, feeling a little flustered, he found that he could speak, and then said: "Zhuang Wenjing, can this food be eaten?"

Hearing someone call his name, the weirdness in the cardboard box froze suddenly, and the obsessive memory fragments flashed quickly in his mind.

...

There was darkness all around, endless darkness, which made her very scared, but Zhuang Wenjing felt even hungrier, unbearably hungry, but couldn't go out at all.

The voice of the middle-aged man sounded outside, not in a hurry, it seemed very gentle, but it was like the calm before the storm.

"Wen Jing, are you hungry? If you're hungry, stick your hand out of the hole. The food has been placed outside. It's just out of the pan. It won't taste good when it's cold."

"Quiet? Quiet? Are you asleep? Did you hear me?"

Zhuang Wenjing, who was locked in a closed wooden box, was shaking with fear at the moment.

It wasn't that she didn't want to answer, but that she was so scared that she couldn't speak at all.

As long as she thought of the man outside in her mind, she couldn't help but feel fear welling up from the bottom of her heart, and her whole body became cold.

But she was so hungry that she couldn't remember the last time she was full, or even how long it was the last time this man gave her food.

Her memory has been completely blurred.

Zhuang Wenjing has only one feeling at the moment, hungry.

About a minute later, just as the men outside felt impatient and wanted to get angry, Zhuang Wenjing couldn't help stretching out her hand.

She knew exactly where the food was placed, and after getting close to it, she could really feel a warm breath.

"It's food! The food that just came out of the pan!"

Thinking of the man's words, Zhuang Wenjing was so excited that she didn't care about anything and grabbed him.

The next second, a scream came from the closed wooden box.

Immediately, the man laughed unscrupulously, covered his stomach, and squatted on the ground, laughing so hard that he was almost breathless.

Zhuang Wenjing's tears kept rolling down, and she withdrew her hand tremblingly. The palm of this left hand was so hot that it even leaked blood. Some hot charcoal residues were still stuck to the skin and could not fall off.

"Stupid, how stupid!" The middle-aged man outside was still laughing, stood up and said cursingly: "Don't you want to try it? Just reach out and grab it. I will give you a potato baked on charcoal. If you don't grab it Potatoes grab the red-hot coals!?"

Zhuang Wenjing didn't speak, just sobbed.

After a pause, the middle-aged man continued: "Why don't you try again, there are really potatoes, you won't believe me?"